Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Friday, December 31, 2004

Not much to say...

Soul-sucking day at work. Don't wanna talk about it.

Anyway, I hope that whoever reads this site has had a happy Chrismahanukwanzakah (dang commercials!) and that you have a happy new year. Watch this space. I've a lot to say about stuff. Expect more on the 1st.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

'Fock'ing A!

So, there's this movie out now - Meet the Fockers. It's a sequel to Meet the Parents. At the risk of plagarizing "PvP" (, I don't have to see the sequel 'cause I remember the original and I can think. The trailers feature more of the same: Ben Stiller as a nice guy visited by ludicrous, would-be comic predicaments that might seem funny to most people (read: idiots), but are simply uncomfortable to me. You'd think after his superb, pants-soilingly funny turn in Dodgeball: a True Underdog Story, Stiller would continue on this creatively lucrative road, But no; it's once more to the well.

My main problem with ...Parents isn't so much the situations that Greg finds himself in, but Greg's reaction: he doesn't make even a token attempt to defend himself, which may have made the situations a bit more bearable. This goes back to Welcome to the Dollhouse: Dawn doesn't try to stand up for herself either, which is one of the larger reasons I can't stand that film.

However, the film picks up in its last ten minutes, where Greg chews out a snippy stewardess. That was hilarious, and it is my feeling that if the film were more like that scene and less like the preceding 95 minutes, I'd have liked it more. As it stands, it is the second-most overrated comedy of, perhaps, the last two decades (first is There's Something About Mary).

As for Robert DeNiro (a fine actor, no doubt), I prefer his other effort from 2000: The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle. Unlike with Jack Byrnes, when you watch him as Fearless Leader, you actually get the sense that DeNiro is, well, acting.

P.S. To anyone who didn't laugh (or at least, smile) at the Taxi Driver parody in R&B, I'm forced to wonder what it's like to live without a soul.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

In the beginning...

Greetings and salutations. Let me start out by saying hi. Hi. Okay, that stunk.

Hey. Welcome to my blog. I decided that I'm tired of having so much to say and no one to say it to. The basic subject matter of this blog will be animation, film, film music and the occasional reaction to news and/or my life. Sorry if I'm not thinking big enough for some of you, but I'm sure that mine isn't the most childish blog out there. Anyway, I look forward to posting and hearing from the people that visit.

BTW, the title comes from Chicago; sometimes, I feel like I may as well not exist.

Have a nice day.