the motion picture

remembering how slow moving and utterly stiffling much of the film star trek: the motion picture was and is... beyond the pitifully ancient special effects and the obnoxious over-dramatic characters, the dragging storyline makes the character reactions and meaningless fear-based dialogue at best annoying and ultimately a waste of time... so why continue watching?... for that glimmer of an idea that the authors may have slipped into the story that gave the tv series it's worth, the occasional brilliant concept the roddenberry presented in spite of the poor acting and ridiculous presentation...

perhaps it is the irony of calling this a motion picture that can produce a moment of worthwhile amusement that remains it's final place in film history...

the game sucked, mostly because the chicago coach doesn't seem to understand basketball is a eam sport and just because a player wins mvp does not mean he can do it all... and if the coach does understand that, well, he can't control his mvp or team, so they lose again because they are predictable... crunch time it is derek rose one on one and the rest of the team goes to sleep... way to lose...

meanwhile,

Sunday, May 22, 2011

commercial destruction

i would be profoundly emotionally devastated at the moment instead of just a blog of goo sniffling back the runny nose between the tear drenched cheeks if the commercial tv idiots did not destroy the heart and soul of the film and yet, it is such a powerfully personally meaningful story that i still had to leave it on and fill in the gaps with memories of seeing it on stage a few times and and in a couple of versions on film in theatres and of course a few dozen times on video...

i refer to rent... the dream, the tragedy, the fear, the hope...

commercial tv disgusts me... there is no art, no heart, no soul in commercial television... backgrond noise, but then, fuel for memories, emotions, and hope for more... and no, that is not you've got mail on next... blow me away if not for the commercials...

and where are you and what are you up to tonight?

four stars?

home early from softball and looking for something to watch on tv, finding nothing but a sci-fi movie called children of men that the tv gave four stars and maybe i missed something good in the first 20 minutes that would change my mind, but watching the second 20 minutes i am wondering how this film could get four stars, unless it's on a scale to ten stars...

so predictable, so cheesy (church music when the man cries after the girl dies, holy obvious trust the hero moment, really, i mean, rather than actually using dialogue, storyline, and actions, but then, that is the delusional blind faith culture we live in so why bother with imagination, logic, reasoning, rational thought, and intelligence, after all)... the british accents are so think the dialogue is wasted in many places, but then, that is the british way quite often... halfway through all i see is a sadly poorly put together film)... on to something else...

the voice perhaps... christina is not at her best, sounds out of shape... ceelo sounded surprisingly good... blake is country, nothing spectacular, but the formula is obvious try to attract a crossover audience, what else can be said... the issue for me is that the judges are singers, artists, talent that have professional coaches and trainers and managers and agents and engineers to make them sound even better, so really, are they the right people, the experts at developing talent?... the best music producers do not perform because their talent is building a team that creates the package that is the artist...

apparently the producers did their job (and the real work) cuz the singers are already screened and the judges have been coached to play their parts in yet another staged reality show... but there may be some excellent voices to listen to if the scripted drama and judges egos don't get in the way...

meanwhile, backgroun tv is doing it's job, at least minimally, giving me a distraction to clear my mind and focus my mind on meaningless banter so i can either relax and nod off or drift into my own world of rhymes and babble and the fun of being me...

what's that about the egos? :)