One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

You have to be nuts
To do support all the time
Or at least it helps

They say crazy is
Repeating the same action
And expecting change

If that’s true, then I
am without question, insane
So I’m qualified

Go to work each day
Expecting something to change
So I’m fucking nuts
Continue reading “Job venting to do / I have some anger issues / Oh, go fuck yourself”

“I came up with a new game-show idea recently. It’s called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn’t blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.” – Chuck Barris, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

I saw Ultraviolet tonight. No, that’s not quite right. I experienced Ultraviolet earlier this evening. There really isn’t any other way to say it.

Kurt doesn’t have a huge body of work, and is at least in part responsible for the slaughtering that Hollywood gave Michael Crichton’s excellent book Sphere. However, to say that I’m a fan of Equilibrium is a galactically huge understatement. Those among you who watched Equilibrium several times know that it is a movie that, upon repeated watchings, teeters on the edge of that unbelievably sharp samurai sword that plays such a role in its ending – it always feels like one step either direction, towards overt acting or overt drama, and the whole thing will fall apart, but it never does. Equilbrium is one of my favorite movies because none of its individual parts – story, action sequences, effects, or acting – when taken by itself is beyond excellence. However, all of the parts put together create a package greater than the sum of its parts, a “daring reinvisioning of a Brave New World-esque landscape” blah blah, de blah blah….

If Equilibrium is the balance, Ultraviolet is what happens when you trip and fall on the sword.
Continue reading “The bell tolls for thee, Kurt Wimmer”