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Friday, March 9, 2018

movies

I don't know, it seems kind of suspicious to me that a regular google guy would tell you from afar that your computer was infected, or try to sell you a program for three hundred bucks, or monkey around in your computer, but Beagles is closer to his computer than I am, so I'll let him deal with it.


On to movies.

 I don't know what  Old Dog, or anybody, found to enjoy in Hidden Figures.  I don't mind at all if it wasn't true-to-life, in fact I generally applaud that.  But it has to be true-to-life in that we believe what we are seeing on the screen could happen, that this is how real people would act.  Of course there were no real people in Hidden Figures, except maybe the white women bosses, maybe because they were between good guys and bad guys the way I like my movie characters, so they were a little more than stick figures (I loved the way they said more or less, fuck you, and then dropped a huge stack of work on the desk, like bosses everywhere immemorial).  Other than that there was no dialogue, just uplifting speeches, that Kevin Kostner character, gag me with a Sputnik.  I stand by everything else I said, everything that happened, you knew it  was going to happen and how exactly it was going to happen even as you knew this would never actually happen in real life.

I am a big fan of South Korean dark movies (Old Boy) and speaking I guess of Asian films in general Old Dog recommended Hard Boiled to me,  The word that stuck out for me upon reading the Netflix review was thriller.  I hate thrillers.  Way back when I was a lad they tried to sell me young adult books by calling them adventures.  The good guy is going to run into some hard times and then win in the end.  How boring.  Why bother to open the book?

Hard Boiled had cops and mobsters and one guy who was a bad guy, but you could tell he was going to help out  the good guy at the end, you could tell this right at the beginning, and you didn't see anything in his character that would cause this to happen.  These guys had even less character than the stick figures in Hidden Figures, and it was all bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang.  And even if such a thing were to happen in real life, it would never happen that way, shooters just showed up and disappeared and showed up again in no logical pattern.  I think aficionados of this sort of movie would say something like that is part of the fun, but I didn't see any fun.  I was looking out the window at the cars passing on Lake Shore Drive bridge which was much more entertaining.

Oh and it had like 98% favorable on the Tomatometer, Hidden Figures came in at like 95.

Get Out started very well.  Everything was all very normal, except not quite, just a bit off, just a tinge of sinister.  You know we White people are used to being a bit scared passing through a Black neighborhood, but I had never thought of how Black people must feel passing through a White neighborhood, and especially a ritzy White suburb to see their White girlfriend which all the other White people assure you they are perfectly fine with, actually applaud this love crossing racial boundaries into a bold better world, except there is something creepy about the way they say it.

It was all good until they sprang the trap on the guy and then it was just a horror thriller, nothing really going on in the last half except you weren't sure if he would actually break away, which was more than I could say about the other two movies where there was never any real suspense about what would happen.

That's a wrap.  I'll get to art to make us better people or just for its own sake on Monday.

Have a wild weekend Dawgs, and hey, be careful out there.

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