Showing posts with label My very splintered personality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My very splintered personality. Show all posts

Thursday, May 28, 2009

I saw Star Trek instead of going to sauna.

I hadn't been to the movies since I and the hubby struggled through the entire length of the epic Australia, which was very, very trying on the posterior, and the intellect, but rather pleasing to the esthetic eye. Still, it was just way too long and the lengths of time that passed between shiny things on screen (oooh, shiny!) were too lenghty to keep my full attention. Also, there were far too many close ups of Wolverine that were highly confusing, because I used to like his hair (my grandpa shares the style), but it was all flat in the film. Confusing and disappointing. There was also a lot of stomping done by that prissy woman who was (luckily) quite shiny and wrinkle free, but the stomping felt just a little slapsticky-ish.

Whenever I'm in Finland, however, for some reason, seeing as I'm in a country where they like to charge exorbitant amounts of money for a movie ticket (€9 EURO or $12 USD), I end up going to the movies a lot. Beats drinking tomato wine I bet, and allows for my brothers to be in the same room with me and spend time with me without actually having to talk to me. They are Finnish wooden men after all. Or as one of my English professors once told me: "the Ents in the Lord of the Rings were inspired by Finns." Doesn't really surprise me that much.

Yesterday's movie entertainment has me doubting my sanity though. We went to see Star Trek, I had not been drinking (like at all, not even a drop), and I actually quite enjoyed the experience and I'm looking forward to the sequel.

What? What did I just write?

Did I really like a remake of a classic that should be left well alone, and to its own devices as a cult show?

Yes. I did. And I'm not ashamed to say it. (Yes I am, but I'm saying it anyway.)

The only things that really bothered me about this movie were Spock's pants that had a very hard time staying close enough to his non-existent behind, and Captain Kirk's pores that were all too evident and visible, but that could have just as well been the high definition technology disappointing me once again.

I liked Star Trek.

Somewhere, down there Hitler might just be waking up to a beautiful snow fall.

Have a good one, and the ones in hell: enjoy the frost for a change.