Posts Tagged ‘love’

Her is one of the films that I have been looking forward to seeing since the preview was released some months ago. I missed it during its theatrical run so I finally got around to watching it tonight and I couldn’t be happier that I did.

This film is such a unique, yet familiar at the same time, concept. It tells a very common love story just in a way that, at least in my experience, has never been done before. This film conveys so many different emotions in such an interesting and complex way. It also raises several questions about technology and the continuing disintegration of human to human interaction but doesn’t present it in a negative way necessarily.

Her also presents love in such a way that could be a lesson to everyone. It proposes the age old message that love should not be based on appearance, or lack thereof in this case, but rather personal connection. Yet again, it is a story that has been told numerous times, only in vastly different contexts. 

The cast and crew behind this film did a phenomenal job of telling this incredibly complex love story. Writer/director Spike Jonze created a timeless film that I truly feel will go on to become a modern classic. Joaquin Phoenix gives the performance of his career as the reclusive, heart sick lead character Theodore. Personal favorite Scarlett Johansson shows off her acting chops by stealing the show as the operating system Samantha, never appearing on screen because she only exists in computers as a voice. Somehow, she still commands your attention. Amy Adams and Chris Pratt make for a great supporting cast rounding out the film re



This is the second film released in 2014, the first being The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, that has forced it’s way into my all time top ten films. I can’t say enough good things about this film. It is such a deep and heartfelt film that I think everyone can relate to in some way. This should be the next film you watch without question. Til next time…




A Hard Truth

Posted: April 17, 2014 in Op-ed
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Starting from the time I became aware of my surroundings and was able to begin comprehending the world around me in the simplistic manner of a child, I have been inundated with religion. Whether it be the importance of having beliefs, or something as simple as being quoted scripture in relation to a situation, it has always been there. You see, I grew up in the heart of the Bible Belt and down here, religion is not just a part of life but, rather a part of society as a whole. The town I’m from has a population of less than than two thousand, is roughly four square miles, and has upward of 15 churches. Our nearest larger city has upwards of triple that number. Religion is not a choice around here, it is something you are burdened with the obligation of accepting or facing ridicule and shame and the hands of believers.

In the area I’m from you are either a believer in God or you are looked down on as a heathen or a worshiper of Satan, depending on who is doing the looking. That’s right Atheists, if you don’t believe in anything, you worship the Devil…let that sink in for a minute. That pretty well explains the level of logic and reasoning, and common sense for that matter, here and most other small towns im sure. Blindly accepting these deeply held, yet incredibly fragile, beliefs is expected and “God” forbid you stray.

I said all that to give a bit of better understanding on the experiences I’m going to talk about now. Religion is something that I’ve struggled for most of my life. Even from a young age I always had these feelings that what everyone was talking so much about was kind of untrue to a certain degree but, like a good little sheep, I didnt give that too much thought and just went on following blindly. Side note, my parents divorced when I was around three and a half and lucky for me they were both religious so along with two Christmases, I got two churches. They both remarried pretty quickly and both to, how should I say, assholes. Shortly after my dad’s new wife moved in, the abuse began. She began a regimen of daily beatings, with belts, hands, or whatever was handy, for any little reason or for no reason at all. Now, for a four to five year old thats a bit excessive but, what do I know, I don’t even believe in “God”. I don’t want to give the wrong impression and think this is turning into a “sad bastard, feel sorry for me” pitty party, quite the opposite. The point is, I can clearly remember wishing and praying even at such a young age that “God” would make it stop. Surprisingly, that never happened and it took the legal system to set that situation straight. Shocker, I know.

Ok, back to the main subject. Clearly, my struggles with religion and disbelief began pretty early on and with good reason. The older I got, the more the feeling of disbelief, and alienation because of it, grew. The deeper into my teens I got it became more and more difficult to feign enthusiasm and the more I hated myself because of every belief that had ever been forced upon me. I had doubts and therefore I was a dirty, broken, worthless sinner who was doomed to an eternity roasting in hellfire, so they say.

When I was a senior in high school though, something changed. Towards the end of my senior year I began attending a church with some friends of mine and it seemed like it finally all clicked for me after all those years. I had belief and even more than that, I had faith. I felt like I belonged, like I had found a second family…like I was on the right track. It didnt take very long, though, before all those old doubts and feelings of inadequacy crept back up. A few moths later I left that church and took a sort of sabbatical from church and began to explore my personal thoughts and beliefs and really attempt to find myself, because everybody knows that once you turn eighteen you become the person you will be for the rest of your life, right? Right? Anybody?

I tried my hand at church a couple of more times over the next few years with all attempts being unsuccessful. Then, everything changed. A few years ago I met the mother of my child, now my estranged wife. Once we found out we were having a baby, I felt some sort of paternal instinct to raise my child with religion. When he was born, my world changed. I really began to think as I looked down at this helpless little bundle of happiness that there may be some divine purpose, some grand order to the universe and we began attending church regulary and actually got very involved for two full years until about a year and a half ago. After we stopped attending, I really began to take a look at my beliefs and more importantly, to really critically question them all for the first time. After months of introspection, I came to the conclusion that I have no beleifs, at least of the religious variety. It was a hard truth to come to grips with, growing up the way that I did.

I spent 25 years trying to accept the beliefs that were pushed on me. Trying to accept creationism and divine purpose and the afterlife only to realize that I thought it was all a cleverly conceived lie. Now, at nearly 27 years of age I am struggling to make peace with the fact that there is nothing after this. The fact that this life is all I get to enjoy the people and things that I love. That I only get one lifetime to spend with my son who I love and adore more than the very breath of life, for whom I would give my remaining years if it gave him more life to enjoy. This revelation is not one that makes me sad or discourages me, instead it makes me savor every day, every minute that much more. There are times when the idea of death scares me more than anything ever has and then there are times when I think about how poetic it is that when that day finally does come, my atoms and molecules will disperse out into the universe that one day some of them might re-form as something else. These are the things that give me peace now. These are the things that comfort me through difficult times, in addition to good conversation with good friends and family. I don’t need a fairy tale to make me feel better, life is more beautiful without it anyway.

Til next time friends…



If Clerks is Kevin Smiths baby then Mallrats is his adolescent child that loves comic books, video games and dick jokes. His first venture into the world of a Hollywood budgeted movie snagged some bigger names for his cast and helped to make names for others. Packing a six million dollar budget, performances from Stan Lee, Michael Rooker and one of the London Twins, Mallrats fell short at the box office but has developed a cult following over the years and while the money may have come from Hollywood the story and dialogue are pure Smith. Lets jump in…

Our story begins as T.S. Is packing for a trip with his girlfriend Brandi (the scotch drinking chick from the commercial) who arrives and only to break his heart. She has to break up with him cause daddy is pissed at T.S. Across town Brodie is also punched in the groin of his heart as his girlfriend Rene hands him a break up letter and crawls out the basement window of his life. T.S. arrives at Brodies, they swap stories and decide the best place to deal with the pain of lost love is the mall. Its here that we run into our old friends Jay and Silent Bob, as well as the over zealous mall cop La Fours, under age author Tricia and The Man himself Stan Lee. Our heroes prove they’ll do anything for the women they love, whether its visiting a topless fortune teller or trashing a game show and it all goes down the day before Clerks.

Mallrats has taught us many things over the years. If you love someone let nothing come between you and that person, unless that person is married and has no idea who you are and you stand outside their house in the rain cutting yourself and talking to a button-eyed doll…then maybe get a new hobby and some therapy. It also taught us escalator etiquette, I have not been in or been witness to any escalator fatalities since I watched it years ago. The most important thing it did was let me know I wasn’t the only person that could never get those piece of shit magic eye 3D image pictures to work. Till next time friends, stay entertained.




Posted: October 19, 2013 in Movies, Op-ed, Reviews
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For tonights discussion we reach out to the land of the rising sun, Japan. If you’ve never watched a Japanese horror movie then you are missing out. If you have had the pleasure of viewing one of these gorefests then you understand what I mean when I say those twisted Godzilla fearing fucks take it to another level. Memorize your lines and get ready for Audition.

A middle age widower is urged by his 17 year old son to get back into the dating game but he’s too nervous to go out and meet women. A friend and colleague of the father tells him that he will set up auditions for a fake movie and then he can pick the girl that catches his eye and proceed from there. And boy does he pick a winner. Asami is a beautiful young woman with a soft voice and tragic past. His friend tries to warn him that something isn’t right about this girl, none of her references can be confirmed but he is stricken by cupid or the Japanese equivalent of cupid. I’m gonna leave the rest for you to discover because shortly after it starts going off the tracks and if you can make it to the end…congrats…I guess.

This is one of those films that has the gotcha moments backed up by the gore and pushes it to the edge. Directors Eli Roth and Rob Zombie have both said that this film was difficult to watch all the way through. For those reasons and more that I can’t talk about without spoiling it for you, Audition gets a rating of: Watch It On A First Date. Till next time friends, stay entertained.



Let me start by saying I was very skeptical about this film from the first time I heard about it. I mean let’s be honest here, a slightly dark romantic comedy about zombies? The whole concept just sounds terrible especially when you consider that it’s aimed at the Twilight crowd. I’m a bit of a zombie purist so naturally I thought I would hate it but, my film geek curiosity prevailed.

What I got as I watched the film was not the teen oriented Twilight with zombies overly romantic slop that I expected. Instead I got a well crafted, clever, if not slightly formulaic, comedy with a hint of romance. Nicholas Hoult and Teresa Palmer execute their roles very effortlessly and believably. The near constant inner monologue of Nicholas Hoult’s R has the potential to be very annoying, but is surprisingly one of the highlights of the film. Rob Corddry gives possibly the best performance of his career as R’s best friend M. It is great because unlike the rest of his performances the role requires him to be subdued yet he still conveys all of the hilarity that normally accompanies his presence in a film.

John Malkovich gives an expectedly good performance as the film’s main antagonist. In fact, his casting in the film was the only thing that made me curious about the film. The film is a quasi typical good vs. evil, Romeo and Juliet, love prevails over everything story. It somehow avoids being too formulaic and actually delivers a very enjoyable story. It also has a really good soundtrack and some awesome references to vinyl being the superior music medium, which as a music nerd I can appreciate.

A truly good script combined with great comedic timing by some very talented actors makes this an enjoyable experience all around. If you are looking for a good time that is not too heavy but still makes you think then look no further. Warm Bodies is a good film that really serves its purpose. This one gets a fully erect.


Having been bombarded by trailers for Man Of Steel and seeing the scene with a young Clark and Jonathan Kent, I think it’s safe to say I may shed a tear during this film. I’m not talking a What Dreams May Come emotionally draining kind of breakdown, just a tear or two, wiped away quickly as I glance over at my friends in time to see them doing the same. Damn movies.

They’ve done it to me for years, make me cry that is. The first offender was Old Yeller followed closely by Where The Red Fern Grows, both I watched for the first time in the second grade. Congratulations to Mrs. Addams for emotionally scaring a group of small children all those years ago.

That was just the beginning. Since then I’ve had to deal with lovable aliens going home, underdogs beating the odds, loved ones dying and so many more. I still can’t watch the first ten minutes of Up without tearing up or when Arnie tries to wake mama up in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape…gets me every time.

Some movies caught me off guard. I watched Kick-Ass for the first time three months after my pops had passed away and Big Daddy’s death scene really hit home. I have a similar connection to the movie Brother Bear, watched it months after my mom had passed and it got me as well. Neither of the above mentioned movies were hard hitting dramas where a mentally challenged jewish child grows up to become an alcoholic genius who discovers the cure for the disease his wheel chair bound fiancĂ© suffers from just hours before she dies but I connected with them due what I was going through at the time and to me, that makes them better.

I could sit here all day and name off movies that have brought me to tears but that wouldn’t be very interesting and eventually they’re going to kick me out of this Starbucks, so I’ll try to wrap this up.

Whether they are tears of joy or sadness, films have been making me look like a prepubescent teenage girl for years. There have been good times and bad times and Uwe Boll times. I look forward to many more years of sobbing through a mouthful of popcorn as Forest loves Jenny and Schindler makes lists.

Be sure to check back with us in a couple weeks to see if I was right and to read our review of Man Of Steel.