How hard could it possibly be to write a gossip column?
Somebody's been hittin' the streets! State Street, that is! Yes, OffBeat, that plucky a cappella group from Madison, Wisconsin performed on State Street on Friday night, wowing audiences with their semi-recognizable renditions of semi-popular songs, including Under The Boardwalk, I Don't Want To Live On the Moon, and Lady Madonna. Many stopped to listen, but thankfully nobody tried to sing along (like that lady at the Mall). april_tehe walked by and shot me a weird look of recognition, but did not stop to listen.
I can't do this! Screw it. The gossip column format is more difficult than I expected. You have to be all bubbly and trite, and you have to be sincere when you're doing it. I can only manage trite.
Watch out, planet Earth... The invaders (of nonspecific origin) are a-comin'! On Saturday, evil_jim treated me to a matinee of War of the Worlds. I'd been both anticipating and dreading this film, as I am a huge fan of the book and the musical (yes, you read that right). The fact that this film moves the story forward a century and makes no mention of Mars made me very worried that it would suck, but in fact it turned out to be an excellent adaptation. I won't harp on production value since Steven Spielberg's work is consistent, and you know by now whether you like him or not. I won't discuss performances either, other than to say that Tom Cruise (whom I dislike) is fine, and Dakota Fanning (who plays his daughter) would be fine also if she didn't scream so much. The plot is compressed to keep a managable running time (consider Tim Robbins', who squeezes three characters from the book into one body), but it's exciting and suspenseful and all about special effects and
WoTW vs. WoTW vs. WoTW vs. WoTW This is really the same item, but I thought a paragraph break would be good. Anyway, not that any of you even cared about it, but I also recently saw the British Pendragon Pictures' version, which came out a few months ahead of the Spielberg's film. It was made on a million dollar budget might be a warning to some of you, but ultracheap CGI and nighttime scenes filmed in broad daylight really don't bother me. The problem with the British film is that it is so incredibly faithful to the book as to be nearly unwatchable. A good screenwriter knows what to cut and what to rearrange. Huge sections of this movie are devoted to foot travel. Cuts between scenes happened so awkwardly as to make me think that the screenplay was probably adapted page for page from the novel. I'd have to watch the film again with book in hand to be sure, but I don't know when I'm going to find the patience to do that.
Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood! Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood. Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood. Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood. Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood.
Your mom goes to college! Ellen and I watched Napoleon Dynamite on Saturday. She hadn't seen it before, and I figured she'd feel very strongly that it was either flippin' sweet, or that I was an idiot for showing it to her. Did she like it? Heck yes! What a strange film. It's as if David Lynch directed an episode of Boy Meets World.
I don't know much about art, but... My sister was manning (girling?) a cat-adoption booth at the Art Fair on the Square this weekend, so my dad and I went to visit her during her shift. We managed a couple of circuits around the Square despite the sweltering heat. I found a lot of really gorgeous stuff which I couldn't afford. Then the three of us had lunch at Chipotle, which has like, the best ad campaign ever, and their food, while not quite as good as their ad campaign, is up there too. Like, Top Eleven or something.
Leisure Suit Larry: Grand Theft Auto Or Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude. Either way, I broke down and bought it nine months after its release, thanks to seeing it at Jimi's bachelor party (well, that and a discount from my Amazon Gold Box). Those who have known me for a long time know that Leisure Suit Larry was a major influence on my sense of humor, along with Douglas Adams novels and Frank Zappa rants. Unfortunately, LSL:MCL is not your father's Leisure Suit Larry game. It's not even a Leisure Suit Larry game, since the main character is Larry's nephew, and he dresses (marginally) more fashionably. The difference between LSL:MCL and the previous games is like the difference between Van Wilder and Animal House. They're both funny, but they don't necessarily appeal the same audience. The humor is worse than mine, the gameplay is clunky, and I find myself in a confusing position between hating it and finding it truly addictive. I'll probably devote a whole post to it when I finish (you can skip that one), but in the mean time I'm going to disgustedly shake my head every time the story makes reference to a previous Larry game. Al Lowe (a personal hero of mine, right up there with like, Ron Gilbert and Cranford Glimp) was not particularly happy with what happened to the series he created. It's a little depressing.