Well, hell. This has been a great weekend for movies! First, I watched
Friday Night Lights at my beloved sister's house. More on that later. Then, I got home just in time to watch m'man, Luther Reigns, wrestle Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio. That was cool, and the rest of the show was a riot with Big Show grinnin' from ear to ear after destroying Rene Dupris with a single, monster choke slam.
And today, Dave and I watched
Be Cool. Now, if you didn't like
Get Shorty (though I can't imagine why you wouldn't), don't bother with
Be Cool. If you DID like
Get Shorty, you absolutely cannot miss the sequel.
GAH! Yes, I said the "s" word. But this sequel is at least as good as the first.
Chili Palmer in all his smooth-talkin, "look at me" glory absolutely rules the roost. Suave, luck-of-the-Devil, and with a mind that runs a good 5 conversations ahead of the rest, Chili is the epitome of the movie title. Cool, indeed.
And as much as I dislike Uma Thurman (the
Kill Bill movies aside), I gotta say that she kicked ass in this movie, as well. She only screwed up once (mentioning the Russians against orders). The rest of the time, she was game and rockin' out. Super sweet.
I love how everything just came together. How the right people were willing to listen to reason. How the wrong people kept accidentally serving the cause. And how the one honest-to-God good person, Linda Moon (and damn, did they pick an excellent chick to play her!), is actually an honest-to-God good person. Who knew?
Steven Tyler and Aerosmith. Cedric the Entertainer as a sophisticated gansta leader of the low-rider, spinner-wheeled, HumVee-driving DubMDs (Weapons of Mass Destruction). *snicker* And that white guy who'd swear to you that he's black.
*falls over laughing*
And the Rock...the Rock and his red baseball bat....
*dies*
Yeah, definitely go see this one if you liked the first one. It's sweet. Absolutely sweet.
As for
Friday Night Lights?
Well, maybe I'm just pining for the football season. Maybe even a month is too long for me to live without football. Maybe I'm just a sucker for kick-ass halftime speeches.
Whatever the reason, I absolutely loved this flick. High school football in Texas is notoriously hardcore, and this film really does it justice. Those boys play football because it's what skilled, talented high school boys in Texas do. There's no question.
Now, some rely on it because they have nothing else. For some of those boys, if they don't excell at football, they don't go to college. For others, their fathers were football gods, and they are simply expected to follow that path to glory.
For most of them, that senior year is their one and only shot at something to remember, something to story about. A perfect season is something to keep them warm throughout the long, cold rest of their staid, work-a-day lives.
That grim possibility is behind every scene in the flick. Sure, some of those boys had a chance at other things, but they didn't see it that way. For them, they had a single season to build enough glory to last a lifetime.
And damn, did they ever, no matter what the final result.
And that's all I have to say about that.
*grin*
Oh, yeah -- and while writing this? Heh. I watched
Alien vs. Predator.
Keep in mind that I went into this flick wondering how the hell they could take two R-rated franchises and make them into a PG-13 film. Geez. I mean, I want gore and F-bombs. I want chunks and gobbets flying, tails tearing people in half, predators ripping out spines....
You know, the good stuff.
So, I was prepared to be disappointed. 'S probably why I was reluctantly surprised at the things they did right. Wasn't QUITE gory enough for me (the aliens and predators all bled enough, yes, but the humans just kinda got chest-bursted off-camera), but there were some seriously kick-ass shots, and that one predator hooked the smart chick UP.
He did her a solid for standing her ground.
So yeah, this has been a kick-ass weekend for movies. GutterBall is officially a happy girl.