A novella imagined into a movie with little lost, it’s a decent enough story that I think works better as a movie for those who want to be lost in the imagination of the film makers. Frankly, my imagination was probably a bit more dark and freaky. Watching it in 3D was fun and not overused, like say, Journey to the Center of the Earth 3D or even Beowulf in 3D. It just was, but the story and the art would carry just fine without it while certain elbow-in-the-ribs moments from those other films would be lost in 2D.

Never was there a better excuse to utter virtually every single ethnic slur known to the American English language than this movie. You can see the ending coming, but it’s okay, it’s the simple story of strangers meeting and realizing they like each other. The rest is setting. And cursing. I liked it, and the only thing that made it not so great was that in an effort to pick actors of the same ethnic background, we got mediocre actors. S’all good… it’s Clint.

It moves along at a slow pace, never really seeming to break out and really stun you… until that phone call. That’s when all the pent up emotion and frustration the story has tried to build up to comes out in an instant, setting up the beginning of the third act, which, while good, is not as awesome as those few minutes in the dark.

No. Really. California can’t pass a budget because of one GOP vote? The Fed can’t convince its GOP-side that spending cuts and tax cuts are ridiculous ways to solve a financial crisis?

Why is it that the reality of the situation continues to be denied?

Californians passed too many laws on construction and education fees, so now we’re broke and we need to raise our taxes.

The economy of the United States is in tatters and any action made by congress would provide optimism, enough to get money flowing again.

Yes, I think it actually is that simple at a very basic, general level. The details are for our representatives to hash out. BUT FUCKING DO SOMETHING.

Okay, folks, you may not like it, but I tagged my GMail address first without a need for extra numbers or initials. Now stop having HR companies and hotels send me your email, be you Lynn, Linda or Luis, because your email is NOT my email.

Sure, I wouldn’t mind having reservations for the Sheraton Iguazu in Argentia next week, especially if they’re close to $400/night… nice room, there, Luis.

Can I show up with your confirmation code that the hotel sent me? Send me your e-ticket stuff, too.

As for the job training, no thanks, Lynn, I don’t think I’m a people person.