hates the internet

That's right, John Cusack, after many years and many more enjoyable movies and memorable characters, your latest cinematic outing severely disappointed me.  You were the king of awesome until @theguelphgirl made me watch Hot Tub Time Machine.

So lately I've had a bug up my ass to watch a movie from 1998 called Strike! which focuses on a group of girls at a private school trying to keep their girls-only school girls-only.

For those who haven't noticed, I've been on a little bit of an Alice (Through the Looking Glass|In Wonderland) kick recently, owning mostly to the undoubtedly mind-blowing Tim Burton enterprise looming on the horizon.

So this weekend I let @theguelphgirl drag me to the local movie house to watch a film based on a cheerily dark little tale she'd read not too long ago.  This sad little tome bore the title The Lovely Bones and, I've been assured often enough to be curious, the book is better.

Thanks to both to winter and The Girl working in a petri dish, I wound up ducking out of work just before lunch today, lest I spread whatever pestilence she dragged home to my co-workers.  After a couple hours of sleeping on the futon, I decided I had to watch something.  I chose Alice.  And no, it's not about a waitress.

So the other day I sat down to watch a movie called Dead Air and as the story labouriously unfolded, I not only had the distinct impression I'd seen it somewhere before, but it'd seemed much better at the time.  Turns out I was right, and the better movie's name is Pontypool.

The other day I happened to cross the path of a movie I'd never heard of called Pandorum.  It's tagline told me that I shouldn't fear the end of the world, I should fear what happens next.  And, since I didn't have to deal with it, what happens next is pretty damn cool.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

I dare you to not want to see this movie.

A few weeks ago I saw a movie trailer.  Nothing new and exciting there, but in this trailer Clint Eastwood was standing around with a rifle requesting, somewhat less than respectfully, that a group of youths get off his lawn.  That alone was reason enough to see the movie, and I'm glad I did, because I wound up coming face to (kind of) face with a level of curmudgeonry not even my old man could match.

I must admit that quite often I am found guitly of the sin of curiosity, so when I happened across a movie titled (interestingly enough) Zombie Strippers! I figured I might as well check it out.  Oddly enough, it's more or less what you'd expect.