Xander ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Although after last night's "Rescue Me" my least favorite is
Oh yeah, that was harsh. Especially since Tommy's...memfault - does Dean Winters play his brother or his cousin (and did you notice he's now in the main credits)? - who she's shacking up with now ain't much better a potential role model.
It's only when you were much, much closer to the situation that it became apparent what was really going on, and how much of the provocation was both unseen and totally deliberate.
See, that's the thing. At first I was like, You married these guys! Don't you like them at all?! And then I began to hear more and more about what their husbands would "let" them do, and how they'd asked their husbands to "babysit" HIS OWN kids, etc.
At the same time, I think real husband abuse is often something not taken seriously, maybe because it's more often verbal/emotional.
Insanity! I usually like Willem Dafoe but he was way too broad as the Goblin. Compare and contrast with Molina's soulful Doc Ock.
Maybe. I could be liking Spidey I more simply because I've seen it so many more times than II.
nods
Polter-Cow is wise.
I thought both Spiderman movies were kinda silly and boring. However, I have absolutely zero emotional investment in Spiderman, so I kinda expected to be meh about the movies.
Spidey 2 convinced me to stay in grad school.
I mean, I left anyway, but it kept me there for a few more months!
Random note: I am fascinated by typing. I mean, have you ever typed the word "restarted"? Just consider what the hell the fingers on your left hand are doing and at what speed. It's kind of amazing.
how they'd asked their husbands to "babysit" HIS OWN kids, etc.This has been a peeve of mine since I was a teenager. I remember swearing to myself that I'd never, ever say that.
As for husbands not "letting" wives do [whatever], honestly these days, I think that's a I'm-using-you-as-a-cop-out-okay-honey routine, as much or more any attempt by one (modern, youngish) spouse to exert authority on the other spouse. I've heard both husbands and wives talk about their spouses not "letting" them do stuff. My eyes roll out of my head, onto the floor, and out the door, every time.
Everybody (not you all, I mean out there, in the world) should just shut the heck up, already.
Alfred Molina's huge eyes of infinite regret and sorrow absolutely and utterly killed me ded in Spidey 2. And, of course, the Jesus imagery was custom-made to punch all my cry-buttons good and hard; the fact that they topped it off with a dollop of daddy-issues with the man on the train saying wonderingly, "He's just a kid, just like my own boy" destroyed me utterly. Add in Peter's pain and misery and renunciationcakes, MJ's snarky grace, and James Franco looking all wounded and blubby as he does so very well, and you end up with a movie about which I can have absolutely no objective opinion, all my buttons are pushed so damn hard.
I am, therefore, very, very grateful that P-C has the same opinion, since I don't think he has any of the same buttons.
THat was Tommy's brother who actually is his brother not a cousin.
Ouch.
I am, therefore, very, very grateful that P-C has the same opinion, since I don't think he has any of the same buttons.
I have different buttons. Let me see if I can hunt down the review I posted way back when. If I wrote one.
Ah, here it is:
Spider-Man 2 is so awesome it makes me cry.
On a technical level, it's fantastic, the special effects seamlessly integrated so that Spidey doesn't look like a computer-generated webslinger but a man with the grace and flexibility of a spider and Doc Ock's tentacles don't look like animated limbs but sentient metal. Spidey's moves are off the hook, and the action sequences are those great kinds that make you recoil and duck and tense up. There's even a French Connection-esque chase scene.
But it's the script that really shines, that inspires critics to dub it the Best Comic Book Movie Ever. It dives into what it really means to be a superhero, to live a double life. How your two identities bleed into one inseparable persona, despite your wishes to the contrary. That, yes, with great power comes great responsibility. Peter's abilities become a metaphor for our own natural gifts, our aptitudes, and how they shape who we are and what we do. Do we turn our back on a possible future because it doesn't seem desirable to us? How do we choose what to do with what we've been given?
In addition, it dips into the nature of heroism, why we need it, why we choose it, and that we often find it in the most unlikely places. Even heroes need to be saved, sometimes.
Beyond the emotional impact it has on me personally, it's a perfect example of what a sequel should be. Like an episode of an arc-heavy television show, it builds upon the events of the previous installment. I loved how for much of the movie, Harry's antagonism towards Spider-Man is not made explicit. Viewers of the previous movie understand, and non-viewers can wait and figure it out. Also, the movie has serious balls when it comes to Peter's secrets. I don't know how much of it is canon, but I respect it. The events of this film set up the next one. This is the way you do comic book franchises.
Doctor Octopus is a much cooler villain than the Green Goblin. Aunt May is awesome. I can no longer see James Franco as anyone but Daniel Desario. J. Jonah Jameson still rules. Any complaints I would have about the movie would be minor.
In conclusion, Stan Lee's line is "Look out!"
As for husbands not "letting" wives do [whatever], honestly these days, I think that's a I'm-using-you-as-a-cop-out-okay-honey routine
I know I externalize money guilt onto Tom like WHOA. Like, I'll say that Tom will be pissed that I got this, and it's not that I'm not "allowed" to spend, but we have a budget, and I have to respect it, and I've mentally given Tom the thankless job as budget taskmaster because it is so hard for me to be self-disciplined. I think Hec probably caught a couple of my money guilt things when we were all out shopping on the Haight, cleverly disguised as "Tom's gonna be mad about THIS!"
It's not fair, and he doesn't deserve that. I am trying to be more responsible with money, but I guess I still rely on external cues more than my own choices/consequences.
Bah, I suck.