Thursday, January 11, 2007

Not The End Of The World, But You Can See It From Here

So we went and saw this Children of Men movie over the last weekend. It was alot better than I thought it was going to be. In discussing it afterwards I came to the conclusion that the reason it was as good as it was is that they threw everything they had at the wall hard enough that anything that didn't stick would knock the wall down. (This was predicated on an older theory of mine, which is that most really good movies are good because their source material is bullshit. See the Bourne Identity flicks.)



But the other thing is this: the TV spots flogging it are using a quote from (I think) Newsweek, which pegs the flick as "Bladerunner for the 21st Century." And I think there's something to that, and here's what I think it is.



Bladerunner had a very 80's vibe to it. In a way, it was kind of the termiinus of 80's cool: this is how cool things get, and then it's the end of the world.



Children of Men has a kind of half-assed paranoid fatalism to it: everything is wrong and bad and it's going to ruin everything, but no one knows why. Which is why it was such an exciting film. Not only did we have no idea what was going to happen next, no one, not the conspirators, not the government, not the soldiers, and, of course, not the protagonist, knew what was going to happen next. Everyone in the film was just smart enough to set up the next dumbassed disaster. It was very true to life in that way.



In other news, we are contemplating watching the movie Idiocracy. We have been resisting it, singly and as a couple, on the basis that it would prove a liiiiiiiiittle too embarrassingly true to life. Like watching the mockumentary Memron and thinking "Gee, this is just like The Smartassed Guys In The Room." (Sorry. Smartest. That should have been Smartest.) So that would be what you call yer synchronicity.






In other news, I finally decided that the Takamine classical guitar I swapped my cousin Lee for 20 years ago deserves a name. I figured a girl's name, but the Wifey thought a boy's name, so I decided to name it Tracy. (As the Wifey said, a unisex.)

So: bloggers, Tracy. Tracy, the bloggers. (And yes, the red blob behind the guitar is an M&M dispenser.)

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