The following is a list of movies back from 2011 to around today, that I wanted to see:
I haven’t seen any of these movies.
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Everytime I see this commercial, I can’t help but think this.
I vaguely know the name Abby Wambach, because I look at enough sports websites on a regular basis for osmosis to eventually absorb, or maybe it was during the time when the whole world was fascinated with Hope Solo that some of her teammates names manage to float around or something, but I had no idea of what she actually looked like. So I really had no idea that the “protagonist” of this Gatorade commercial was Abby Wambach until the descriptors in the YouTube video revealed such information.
But watching this commercial, I’m always thinking that Abby Wambach looks like the main character from Wanted. That crappy movie which also had Angelina Jolie and Morgan Freeman, where the concept of curving and hooking bullets came from, which I’ll occasionally rage-complain/reference while playing L4D, when I’m picked off around a corner, miraculously. But I mean, come on – look at the picture; they totally look alike. The swimmingly-green eyes, the Penguin-like hook nose, and even the furrowing of the brow, in intense agitation.
So now that the comparison is complete, it’s deduced that the guy from Wanted apparently plays professional women’s soccer when not making shitty movies. Ironically what he does off-screen is reminiscent of the Rodney Dangerfield flick, Ladybugs, which focused around a dude playing soccer on a girls’ team. And much like the character he played in Wanted was a gigantic pussy, the guy from Wanted waits until his defender is fatigued and feebly weak before exploiting it for the win. Granted, I’m not above accepting wins no matter how they come, but ideally, nothing is more gratifying than beating an opponent when they’re at their best, not when they’re on their last legs.
But whatever – Wanted was a shitty movie anyway, and I stopped drinking Gatorade for the most part. Too much fucking sodium.
In short, frankly, I don’t want to have anything spoiled for me anymore. In short, it appears that nobody knows how to put together a preview for anything anymore, without giving something crucial away.
Case in point, prior to watching the season 2.5 premiere of The Walking Dead, there was a brief preview montage of what to expect in the next 6-7 episodes. In this montage of visuals, there was a clip of a gold sedan getting flipped over – this is obviously big, considering the pool of characters in which are capable of driving a motor vehicle is pretty limited to the core cast, meaning someone’s going to be getting seriously hurt. Obviously, it’s absurd to think that nobody’s going to get hurt in a show about annihilation and survival, but knowing in advance that someone is going to get into a car wreck is something I’d rather not be told ahead of time.
I have a rather tall friend whose parents happen to be from Brazil. He is a kind and gentle giant of a friend, and I rather enjoy having his friendship. His sister once inadvertently, unknowingly prevented me from getting pulled over a long time ago, by setting the mother of all automotive picks on the road, allowing me the time necessary to duck into a small neighborhood until I ditched the star. Anyway, he, his parents, as well as his sister gave me good faith that Brazilians were good persons.
Well, I take that all back, and recognize my eight-foot tall friend and his family as clearly exceptions to the rule, or products of having lived in America for so long. Because after playing League of Legends for as long as I’ve been playing now, I’ve come to the interim conclusion that Brazilians are the most insufferable, obnoxious and griefing people on the face of the planet.
Again, that is. Apparently, for the second time in the last eight years, Hostess is going bankrupt. Not that I eat them with any regularity, but such news makes me want to run out to Publix during lunch and pick up some Ho-Hos and some Twinkies while I still can, if the company really does go under.
But really, the point of posting this at all, is so I could make the very obvious, but always relevant Zombieland reference.
What a great movie. Raul Julia declaring moon money with his likeness on it as significantly stronger than the British pound, and then fighting with Jean-Claude Van Damme. And in the end where Sagat steals all these chests of money only to find out that they’re Bison dollars – classic stuff there.
Today, I slept in until 11 a.m. and it felt magnificent. I guess this is where I should wish people Happy Kwanzaas and all that holiday shit, so there you have it. Happy Boxing Day, and whatever else is recognized this time of year, seeing as how I have no idea if the compulsion to write will come back with all the off and down time I’m about to have throughout the next week or so.
This past weekend, I found myself watching some movies, which included Rubber, and Sucker Punch. Despite the fact that both movies have absolutely nothing in common in terms of plot, setting, eras, or even actors, I found out that they actually have one gigantic thing in common: Neither of the movies made any fucking sense. I guess you could also say they had some other things in common, like that they both stunk, and were both disappointing.
But I’m not going to lie, I did find it somewhat thought provoking, the essential premise of Rubber, that there is an awareness inherently that there is a ton in the world around us that exists and/or happens for absolutely no reason at all. Sucker Punch, however, was a piece of shit, that if not for the obvious eye candy of Emily Browning parading around in a 13-year old’s wet dream, and in the like-minded sarcastic, unimpressed company in which I watched it with, I probably wouldn’t have bothered to sit through.
