It occurred to me that much of this time consumed with Facebook status updates and Twitter tweets could be devoted to something equally as fascinating (the wonderful world of me…that guy, what a narcissist!). I know what you are thinking, “Keith, you are so on the cutting edge.” Ok, I’m a little behind, but what else is new? (Do you think I should get an earring?)
The other night I was watching The Wrestler when I realized it was the independent version of Rocky Balboa. It was a good movie, but definitely had that independent vibe that has become just as cliche as “mainstream” fare. Despite the gritty vidcam-like footage, the unglamourous settings, the heavy-handed symbolism (”piece of meat”= deli counter worker…ok we get it!), and ambiguous ending (fade to black), the acting by Mickey Rourke and Rachel Evan Wood was pretty outstanding. Marisa Tomei was ok too, but it’s too bad that after all that talk about her biological clock “ticking, ticking, ticking”, things didn’t work out with Joe Pesci (I hope he gets to see the kid!). I couldn’t relate to the situations (apart from the “ juicing” and tanning), but I could relate to the emotions (keep in mind that the sibling rivalry and temporary reconciliation in Wolverine nearly brought me to tears, so what do I know?).
Then again, the cliches were much more tolerable than those of drivel like Righteous Kill with Deniro and Pacino. Did Taxi Driver do it? Who really cares? All I can say is don’t mess with The Godfather…wait, that’s both of them!
The other night I was watching The Wrestler when I realized it was the independent version of Rocky Balboa. It was a good movie, but definitely had that independent vibe that has become just as cliche as “mainstream” fare. Despite the gritty vidcam-like footage, the unglamourous settings, the heavy-handed symbolism (”piece of meat”= deli counter worker…ok we get it!), and ambiguous ending (fade to black), the acting by Mickey Rourke and Rachel Evan Wood was pretty outstanding. Marisa Tomei was ok too, but it’s too bad that after all that talk about her biological clock “ticking, ticking, ticking”, things didn’t work out with Joe Pesci (I hope he gets to see the kid!). I couldn’t relate to the situations (apart from the “ juicing” and tanning), but I could relate to the emotions (keep in mind that the sibling rivalry and temporary reconciliation in Wolverine nearly brought me to tears, so what do I know?).
Then again, the cliches were much more tolerable than those of drivel like Righteous Kill with Deniro and Pacino. Did Taxi Driver do it? Who really cares? All I can say is don’t mess with The Godfather…wait, that’s both of them!
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