drive-in movies
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dragonlady7Just home from a lovely evening out with Z. To celebrate my new schedule, we went out to dinner (Brodo, lovely) and then packed up a hipflask full of whiskey and went down to the drive-in on Transit way the hell out the 990.
Double feature:
Snakes on a Plane
with
Clerks 2.
Dude.
We shrieked and cheered at several moments. Next to us a minivan full of small children cheered loudly for several gimme lines. It was good.
I enjoyed the movie. Unlike most action/horror flicks it didn't actually irritate me. It was very well-paced, and the plot functioned much like in a good porno, in that it served as a vehicle for the action you know you came here for, and did not intrude unneccessarily. It was a smooth, efficient plot, and there were almost no clunky or cumbersome bits. The whole thing was beautifully crafted but not overly-slick, if you know what I mean: Product placements were funny (the Playstation one especially) and the two actors I'd actually ever seen anywhere else did a marvellous job at [I'll preemptively excuse myself here] keeping the thing flying.
Cough. Pardon me.
Clerks 2 was oddly moving. It wasn't much as far as movies go. It was amusing, dialogue-heavy, and I was strangely a sucker for all the hetero-lifemate sentimentality and the friendship-over-romance diatribes and the ridiculous geekery. God I loved Elias and his hobbit fanciers. ("I'm so sorry Jesus!" was great too.)
And we supported the movie theatre by buying a medium (20-oz) Pepsi at the concession stand, into which we poured approximately five ounces of Canadian Club, which immediately melted all the ice. It was ... special.
The highlight of the first movie was, of course, the fact that in the closing credits, Samuel L. Jackson appeared wearing one of Jeffrey Rowland's t-shirts. He started the Snakes on a Plane thing, you know. They invited him to the premiere.
Double feature:
Snakes on a Plane
with
Clerks 2.
Dude.
We shrieked and cheered at several moments. Next to us a minivan full of small children cheered loudly for several gimme lines. It was good.
I enjoyed the movie. Unlike most action/horror flicks it didn't actually irritate me. It was very well-paced, and the plot functioned much like in a good porno, in that it served as a vehicle for the action you know you came here for, and did not intrude unneccessarily. It was a smooth, efficient plot, and there were almost no clunky or cumbersome bits. The whole thing was beautifully crafted but not overly-slick, if you know what I mean: Product placements were funny (the Playstation one especially) and the two actors I'd actually ever seen anywhere else did a marvellous job at [I'll preemptively excuse myself here] keeping the thing flying.
Cough. Pardon me.
Clerks 2 was oddly moving. It wasn't much as far as movies go. It was amusing, dialogue-heavy, and I was strangely a sucker for all the hetero-lifemate sentimentality and the friendship-over-romance diatribes and the ridiculous geekery. God I loved Elias and his hobbit fanciers. ("I'm so sorry Jesus!" was great too.)
And we supported the movie theatre by buying a medium (20-oz) Pepsi at the concession stand, into which we poured approximately five ounces of Canadian Club, which immediately melted all the ice. It was ... special.
The highlight of the first movie was, of course, the fact that in the closing credits, Samuel L. Jackson appeared wearing one of Jeffrey Rowland's t-shirts. He started the Snakes on a Plane thing, you know. They invited him to the premiere.
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:19 am (UTC)This made me realize we've missed Twelfth Night, which I truly expect would have been really good.
*sigh*
We'll have to see Snakes on a Plane.