I love you more

'cause I'm bigger.

Fuck this band.

Because they swear too much.
It's an obvious ploy.
And irresponsible.

Maybe freedom's just another word

for no one left to kill.

When people ask what I been doing.

I tell them I been pootin'.

And I forget stuff.

The Wrestler - 6.5/10. Oddly cliche and generic, save for a few genuinely sweet character moments. It mostly serves as an elegy, a fantasy wish-fulfillment of wayward professions whose time was once and may be again. It makes a hero out of someone too stubborn to not fuck up, which the movie hides from us for the longest time because he's such a damn sweetheart, now isn't he.

What'll it be, mac.

Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut - 7/10. In brief: Richard Donner made Superman I and II back-to-back, but was taken off after the release of Superman I for whatever reason and was replaced by Richard Lester, when little of the film remained to be filmed, making it campier, which the original director derided.

It's been a long time since I've seen the original release as anything more than wallpaper, so forgive me if I'm mistaken. On the whole, the movie seemed to be neutered, to lack the comedy and camp that made Superman II better than Superman I in the first place. It's fantastic being able to see more footage of Christopher Reeve's Clark Kent, whom I adore, and Margot Kidder's Lois Lane becomes sort of adorable, which isn't a word I would have used to describe Margot Kidder's Lois Lane. Having Brando there is better than not, and the movie makes a stab at the end for a more dramatic conclusion to the Superman and Lois Lane relationship, but then bites itself in the ass by trying to erase that with what remains the campiest aspect of the Superman movies. Between the two versions of the movie, both of which are great in their own right, there's probably one that's only slightly better.

Girl.

You got me all interested in your pootin'.

Latest news.

Obama raises hand, lifts a nation. (link to t-shirt)

Highlight-reel

culture.

Let me begin

with some sentimental appeals to our national myths; assorted cliches coined by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts away.

What would that say about me

if I got offended.

If the devil looked just like you.

In the Valley of Elah - 8/10. Tommy Lee Jones plays Batman to his son's murder, and finds out his son was an ounce a dick. I would have preferred the thing was more about 'finding out who the members of your family really are' outside of the context of who they are to you, rather than 'what war'll do to you, man' but Paul Haggis. Otherwise terse and Jones is fantastic.

White folk.

30 Days of Night - 7.5/10. Better than its source material, which couldn't fit tension into its 80 pages. Could have been tighter and slower and better and more Thing-esque, but I'll take it fine.

Slut.

Mamma Mia! - 2/10. What a magnificently awful movie.

4-eva.

My Bloody Valentine 3-D - 6/10. I didn't know who the killer was until the end and it was in 3-d.