I'm going to be the only person here who liked The Village, so whatever.

Five minutes in, I suddenly realized the monsters weren't real, and it was just a myth perpetrated by the elders to keep the villagers from leaving. I don't know why that exact scenario hadn't occurred to me before, but it just hit me. And then there was the whole love story thing, and I really wasn't as invested as Lilty was. I thought it was all right, but I was too busy wondering whether my theory was right, and it turned out to be.

Then there was a crime, a human harming another human, the kind of thing you get the feeling has never happened there before, which makes it all the more shocking. And stuff happened, and some of it was scary, and then there was of course the Big Reveal, which I thought of about thirty seconds before it happened.

And unlike Lilty, I hardly think it turns the rest of the story into a fiction. They're all still the same people, and everything still happened. Just in a different century. There's a delicious dramatic irony in that they fled a culture of fear only to discover the only way to sustain their peaceful life was to instill a culture of fear.

There are also a lot of implausibilities about the social experiment, like why bother faking the nineteenth century? The children are born tabula rasa. History and time are what you tell them. But anyway. I still found the idea very interesting.

I'm not madly in love with it or anything. Lucius was probably the least compelling protagonist of his four movies, though I did like Ivy. I enjoyed it well enough, and it genuinely irks me that everyone found it so funny.

I haven't seen the news yet this morning. Have The Village riots started up yet at movie theaters across the nation?

I love Krystal burgers and I own the noir box set.

Next movie I'm seeing: Donnie Darko, the Director's Cut.

I. Loved. Every. Single. Moment. of Metallica: Some Kind of Monster.

Two of my companions thought it was too long. But if a documentary crew got together and said, "Hey Fellas, let's make the perfect movie for Bj." (as if) This would be it.

The coach did a good job (for $40,000 a month, that should be a given) but none of his choices were any different than mine would have been. (Give ME That Gig, dammit!...but maybe with a less loud group...)

I found the 'journey' that the band took compelling. And I loved how foibly they all were.

I may even have to go out and buy the St. Anger cd, now that I know what went into it. Which means the movie really did its promotional job.

The moments with Dave Mustaine of Megadeth were poignant and kind of squirmy. 20 years on, he knows he blew the best opportunity of his life, and somehow being in the SECOND biggest metal band is a let down.

All around terrific human interest, with a kickass drum track!

Ok, so I may have mellowed overnight towards The Village.

I thought that I hated it, but I find myself thinking about it an awful lot. At the very least, I admire it for getting this kind of a rise out of me.

So, P-C, I for one didn't find it laughable. I just felt like the movie broke up with me about 3/4 through.

OK, so I'm watching Army of Darkness on TV this afternoon. Admittedly, looking for sense in an Evil Dead movie is probably futile, but I didn't remember from viewing a decade ago that all the creepy stuff with Ash's mirror images at the windmill happened before he improperly grabbed the Necronomicon.

WTF?!? This kind of stuff is just randomly happening to people across the countryside without any particular triggering event?

This kind of stuff is just randomly happening to people across the countryside without any particular triggering event?

If you're in the eeeeeeeevil forrrrrrrrrrest, it is. So, stay out of the eeeeeeeeeeeeevil forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrest.

Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.

Well, in the previous movies it was actually some schmo (or tape recorder) reading out of the Necronomicon itself that summoned the demons and started all the badness. While I understand that not reciting the proper verse while playing the world's most horrific version of three card monty actually raised the titular army, it just seems very weird that there were Liliputian Ashes running all over the place for no particular reason.

Well, the third movie was originally supposed to be the second movie, while the second movie is just a remake of the first movie. Meanwhile, the car from the second movie didn't actually show up in the third movie, and, besides, the stock-clerk at S-Mart (Ash) makes himself a prosthetic robotic hand using nothing more than midieval technology. In other words . . . .

Eeeeeeeeeeevil forrrrrrrrrrrest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, finally saw Matrix Revolutions. Now we can return it to Netflix.

After viewing, it's not much of a wonder that we had it in our home, unwatched for THREE months.

Now, we just need to watch Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and then it's Notorious C.H.O and Hellboy! Whee!

Have I mentioned how we suck at watching movies?