Monday morning tidbits
Recently seen:
The Bank Job*: meh.
The Mummy 3: Ok, folks, I'm not going to lie: I have terrible taste in movies. I don't deny it, and as long as I enjoy it, then who really cares? I mean, I love Ghost Ship ferfucksake. I own a movie called Dead & Breakfast, and heart every minute. I own Independence Day! And at least one M.Night Shamawhatever movie! (However, on the flip side, I own almost all of the Pixar movies, and at least two Miyazaki films. And a couple Coen Brothers films. And The Goonies. [Shut up that's an awesome movie!])
I loved the first two Mummy movies. What's not to love for a girl like me? There's mummies, dead things, fake Ancient Egypt (and oh, how fake it was), and best of all John Hannah! (You thought I was going to say Brendan Fraser, didn't you? Well, ha! I go for the skinny kinda weird looking Scot ANY day over him.) I have been in love with all things Ancient Egypt since I was but a wee girl. I swore up and down for years that I would attend the University of Chicago and become an Egyptologist! (Alas and alack, I didn't get in to the UofC, and then I quickly realized I don't want to dig. But that's a different story altogether.)
(And why shouldn't I <3 John Hannah? Have you ever seen Four Weddings and a Funeral? I could care less about Hugh Grant, I was all about John Hannah. His speech at the funeral makes me cry every single time.)
But back to the Mummy movies. I own the first two. I love them. They're cheese to the Nth degree, and I remain unashamed. I have no problems with the suspension of disbelief, as far as these films go.
So I bought the third one, sight unseen. Because I'm an absolute DVD whore.
And here's where you think I admit to regretting every dollar I wasted. But I ain't gonna. To tell you true, I didn't mind it. It's decent enough, I suppose (I probably have to turn in my Pajiba card now). There were two things that bugged me, other than the Yetis and the field goal thing. The first was Maria Bello. She's sure a pretty lady, and she was fab in A History of Violence, but her accent was atrocious. That was the single thing I had a hard time suspending the disbelief for.
The other thing that bugged me was Alex. I am not sure how a kid who had a British accent in the second film of the series, could be American all of a sudden. I mean, he grew up in England, likely went to a posh English school, etc etc etc... shouldn't he still sound like a Brit?
Oh well, whatever. Not the most offensive film I've ever seen, but certainly not the best eever.
Saturday's Ravens v Titans game: the first football game I ever sat down intentionally to watch. But more on that later on.
Coming up: I have Burn After Reading to watch hopefully this week sometime, or else perhaps when Julie's down here this weekend. I have to be in the right mood for Coen brothers, though. And I've heard mixed things about this one. Maybe I should return it and just watch Fargo again instead.
I've also gotten a hold of S2 of The Tudors, which I started on Friday. I've only gotten through two episodes so far. Quite enjoyable. I get such a big kick out of that show. It's not precisely accurate, as far as the actual history goes, but it's mostly pretty close. I'm not the stickler for historical accuracy I used to be. I also don't mind that JRM is not a ginger like Henry VIII was. I wonder if they'll get around to Elizabeth the First. It is called The Tudors, after all.
*I feel as though I should feel like taking the time to link all the movies. Or at least upload pictures of the DVD covers. But... meh. Don't feel like it. If you wanna know what they look like, hit up amazon or netflix your own damn self.
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