Man, just look at all the new photo albums I’ve put up… birthday this, birthday that. September just kills.

Yay! Brand new look! Yay!

Amazing. You go in for the romantic comedy, and you come out thinking, what a great tennis flick.

Who’d've thought?

Okay, fine, I sort of had a clue, but I certainly was surprised at the amount of tennis was in the film. And good tennis, at that. Exciting POV scenes with fantastic use of CGI, great tennis choreography, it’s all there and outclasses the fairly basic romance between Peter Colt and Lizzie Bradbury.

Good movie.

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It takes almost a full hour for this movie to get interesting, but it does, finally, get there. It looks as if the actors and the director shot the film chronologically (easy enough considering there’s just the one sound stage), and as the shot each progressive scene they got better at imagining and, well, acting. So yeah, by the time the film finds its way to the far east, everything starts running quite nicely. I realize I’m in the minority for enjoying the film, but really, if you’re going to be so cynical as to find the movie preposterous, then you clearly aren’t the target audience — or you didn’t want to be.

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A nice, little movie, perhaps a bit over-hyped. Takes a while to takeoff, is far too cluttered, and doesn’t clearly resolve one main plot point — it’s okay. I would see a matinee if you plan to see it soon, though perhaps you ought to wait for the rental.

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Not as bad as I thought it would be — about on par with the first film, so enjoyable. A lot of slick editing and a quick-paced feel to the storyline keep the really basic (and rather dumb) plot on rails from beginning to end. I was entertained, and I paid $7 for it, so I’m happy.

And yes, that means go see a matinee.

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Jesus. How long are they going to keep this floating around? Hell, there wasn’t even a damned Daily Bruin website back then! Oh, here’s the article to which this refers. As for me saying here we go again, I think it’s because of earlier counterpoints I wrote, which happily, are too far back for the electronic archives to reach.

I went looking for it, actually, because Angie mentioned Shinah’d run into Tracy Kann recently. Tracy sightings tend to evoke certain images in the past of this long lost friend, and one of them was nearly getting cornered one day in Campbell Hall by the authors of the viewpoint I rebutted . It’s funny what pops into your head years after it has long since been filed away in some dark corner of your brain until the right set of words and images bring it all crashing back.

Hmm.

If someone were to map the search engine of a brain, would it be a remarkable stroke of genius? or a bizarre, nigh-incomprehensible patchwork system that cannot possibly work — except it does — except when it doesn’t.

Can you tell it’s been seven days running with temperatures above 90 in the WESTSIDE, and my brain, let alone my body, is screaming for me to take a cold shower every thirty minutes?

When I get a new place in a couple of months, I’m placing a rather ridiculous priority on air-conditioning — don’t need them in the westside, my ass (Yes, I know I’m spoiled, but those who complain about how the weather is where they live HAVE air-conditioning).

Where was I?

I’ve finally started reading the most recent Harry Potter book and I have to say, that for at least the first few pages Rowling surprised me in how much she has matured as a writer. Anyone with an entire set ought to pull out Book 1 and do a comparison, it’s quite startling.

Still reading.