I stopped reading comic books when I was in middle school. As much as I’d like to say I stopped because I outgrew them, the real reason was because the cover price climbed to over a buck. My allowance couldn’t handle that, and so I shelved an innocent childhood joy. It’s probably a good thing, too, because comics aren’t so innocent anymore.
Frank Miller’s Sin City is a movie based on a comic. (Or a graphic novel, as they call the really expensive comics.) The story is about doing the right thing in a corrupt society, even if the right thing is sinking a hatchet into the head of a police officer. Yeah, it’s dark. The movie is shot in black and white, with reds and blues shining through at just the right times to create an incredible film. While visually stunning, this is probably the most violent movie I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’m just desensitized to it, but the decapitations and traumatic amputations really didn’t detract from the story. The violence actually made me appreciate the setting even more. The acting was great. The story was great. The cinematography was great. No reason not to run out and buy this film today at lunch.
Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events is also based on books which I’ve not read. The story is about three orphans with a tremendous amount of money trying to avoid adoption by the evil Count Olaf (played by Jim Carrey), who wants to adopt and dispose of them to acquire the fortune. Despite the dark theme, I’d categorize this as a family/children’s movie. It’s pretty funny, and Jim Carrey’s overacting is always appealing.
Ong-Bak was the third arrival from Netflix, and I found this movie to be absolutely amazing. Let me begin by saying it’s a martial arts film, so the plot doesn’t matter. It’s a simple story about a village sending one man (Tony Jaa) to recover the head which was stolen from their statue, and his kicking the ass of the people who stole it. The stunts more than compensate for this. Tony Jaa does all of his own stunts, and without the aid of digital imaging or wires to suspend him. It’s like watching a younger, coked-out, Jackie Chan kicking much ass and taking names. If you like watching asian dudes beating down anything that moves, this is the film for you. (I’m sure the writers would love my review.)
In other news, I began the chore of painting my bedroom this weekend. I moved the furniture (thanks Steve) into the spare room and primed the trim. Tomorrow I hope to finish the trim and purchase the paint for the walls. With any luck, I’ll be done with the room before I leave for Edisto this weekend.
As far as my social life goes, I haven’t made any significant improvement. I did go to the mall and walked around smiling and saying hello to everyone I passed. It’s almost amusing to see the faces of some people when a stranger greets them. It’s also a little scary with a few of them. Maybe Columbia Mall was a bad choice to do this in.