Finally, 300 has been watched.

And since I am probably the last person on earth to catch it, I shall refrain from posting a meaningless review. I will say, however, that the last time I saw this many bare chests on a screen was during a documentary on apes. And that so much testosterone emanated from each and every scene that my testicles are now swollen and all I want to do is shag lampposts. In other words, it was great and definitely worth the wait. And the minor traffic accident.

Donnie Darko

This movie will screw you up after which you will need to visit this webby to be screwed up some more before you eventually get unscrewed. It really is most fascinating, all this screwing and unscrewing.

If you could look into the future and found that it would be really screwed up if you were in it, then you might as well not have a future at all. That is the basic premise this movie is based on though you could interpret it anyway you want really. The really screwed up among you might even detect some existentialist/fatalist/determinist elements in this mish-mash. Have fun.

Public Service Announcement

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie opens today. Watch it! But read the Trilogy of 5 books first if you can otherwise it may get confusing, you understand. What with Vogons and paranoid androids and mattresses follopping all over the place.

THHGTTG

This is probably old news, but there’s a “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” movie in production. Whoopee

Zatoichi.

Just the name of the movie itself promises so much. And, of course, Takeshi Kitano doesn’t fail to deliver. If you like gory swordfights that look really painful, this is the movie for you. If you like side-splitting slapstick comedy, this is the movie for you. If you like tap-dancing (I’m not kidding), this is the movie for you.

The story revolves around a sighted, acting like he’s blind, behaving like he’s sighted swordsman who spends his days wandering around Japan. [Ed: Upon further reflection prompted by a pointer from a friend, I realised he was really blind after all.] Eventually he ends up in a town torn apart by gangwars and finds himself at the center of it all.

The only weak point, perhaps, is the predictability of the plot. Zatoichi is invincible. Opponents are slashed to ribbons almost routinely and after a certain point, it becomes a question of how and not if, the bad guys will get shredded.

However, that does nothing to lessen the enjoyability of this movie. And all that blah blah. I’m too sleepy to come up with a proper conclusion for this pseudo-review. Time for a nap. Don’t miss this one. You’ll regret it.

Managed to catch Kill Bill Vol. 2 yesterday with J…

Managed to catch Kill Bill Vol. 2 yesterday with Jolene. The movie was disappointing. I went in there expecting blood, gore and amazing music. What I got was a love story interspersed with cheesy Chinese kung fu scenes and hardly any music to remember. It was hilarious at times but lacked that punch the first instalment had. Too bad.

With that out of the way, onto the important bit. As movie-goers here will know, under the recently revised movie ratings, Kill Bill Vol. 2 is listed as M-18. This means that only viewers above the age of 18 are allowed to view that movie. I am telling you this just in case you happen to be a bleating idiot who has no access to TV, radio, print or any other form of mass media. Now, why exactly Kill Bill Vol. 2 is rated M-18 is disputable. There really isn’t that much violence, sex or foul language in it.

But that isn’t important either. The important thing is that as Jolene and I walked up to the ticket stub tearer (usher?!?) and passed him our tickets, he looked up at both of us and in a stern voice asked to see our ICs. What the hell!? I’m gonna be 25 this year and I can’t pass off as being over 18?? Cut me some slack man. Of course, being the civilised gentleman that I am, I merely turn to Jolene, shrug and show him my driver’s license. He gives me that damn-I’m-gonna-get-you-next-time look and returns the card to me which leaves me bristling even more. The nerve of the guy. He glares at Jolene as she fumbles (must be those pudgy fingers) with her matric card and IC before over-elaborately examining every detail followed, again, by that same dastard look. Of course, in her case, I can understand why a check would be necessary, she looking so kiddy and all. But anyways, we walk past stiffly after which I start to rant wildly about how I can’t believe that I, a 25-yr old, had to suffer such an indignity etc and promptly walk into the wrong cinema. Well, it was actually the right one, but I didn’t know it. So I had to endure the embarrassment of darting out, checking the cinema number and darting quickly back in again. Bleah… at least the movie was… well… bad.