Angry Birds America
I just read there is going to be an Angry Birds movie, and my first thought was, “What could that film possibly be about?” The game wasn’t some epic tale that was easily adapted...
Category: Movies
Capitulation Nation
Oh, you’re mad at Sony for killing its movie? Hold on. It’s hard to type when I’m laughing this hard. I wouldn’t have gone to the theater to see The Interview, but I probably...
Dry doc’d
If I sit with you for any amount of time these days, we’ll soon determine whether you’re a documentary person or not. I certainly hold no great prejudice if you prefer to spend your...
We’re going nowhere
I heard a political speech this weekend. I transcribed the end of it from a recording. If you didn’t hear it, too, I’d suggest you take the time to read through this brief section....
Friday Mental Massage: Blind items
This week’s Friday Mental Massage comes less than 24 hours before I’ll be packing the car and moving to the beach for a week. Work won’t allow this to be a full-fledged vacation, but...
Two things that should be awesome but aren’t
I feel compelled to warn you. See, when I like something, it generally means I really like it. I generally will go on and on about it until the next big thing comes along...
Unmoved
My first movie memory comes at age six and half. It was the summer of 1980 and I was in the backseat of my dad’s black mid-70s Monte Carlo. I don’t know if the...
Igor’s bumper sticker
Around these parts, an Obama bumper sticker will get you a funny look and your car keyed. I saw one today when I picked up my kid from his 4K program. It’s like seeing...
I know who I am!
I am often described as self-deprecating, self-loathing, and self-abusive. I cannot deny these assertions, because I am one more thing. I am also self-aware. I know who I am. Show me the naked silhouette...
Wil Wheaton recommends, Otis’ son mildly traumatized
My new shirt came in the mail yesterday. I’m wearing it this afternoon. Today at lunch, the boy looked at me with the same, innocent and quizzical eyes. “Who are those guys, Daddy?” I...