Month: November 2002

Like I said, I couldn’t be there, but apparently the squirrel fishing went really well.

This weekend, I rented Spider-Man. I was a little surprised not to find it already mentioned in my short list of film reviews, since I know I saw it this summer, but I was even more surprised to discover that quite a few movies were missing from the list. Somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty. So now, since I don’t seem to have an earlier version of the list saved anywhere, I’ve been trying to remember when I saw what and to decide whether or not writing new reviews is worth the trouble. Thankfully Netflix keeps a record — oh, I rented Tremors 3 in mid-February, so everything else comes after that — and I have a pretty good memory for these things (unlike, say, people’s names or birthdays).But thirty films is a lot to remember and review.

Of all the times for the Internet Archive Wayback Machine to fail me…

This is weird: six failed attempts to view unreality.net/painfuldetail, which does not exist.

I very much don’t want to be here for another two hours.

How does Steven Seagal continue to get films made, much less released in theaters? Roger Ebert compares Seagal’s current film, “Half Past Dead”, to “an alarm that goes off while nobody is in the room. It does its job and stops, and nobody cares.” The other critics who have bothered to review the film seem to agree. And yet it’s in theaters. More to the point, it’s here, in town, while other movies like “Far From Heaven” or “Bowling for Columbine” pass us by. Is there no justice?