Monday, April 30, 2007

Awesome, Can I Be #301?

I feel like I have a ton of pointless things I want to blog about from the weekend, so I figured that this time, instead of blogging about them all at once and boring you to tears, I would break it up into more edible pieces. (Damn I shouldn't have used the word "edible", now I totally want cake)

Anyway, after leaving work on Saturday, I met up with a few others for some of "the best Indian food in Sydney", and then we headed to the IMAX theater to finally see 300.

I've been dying to see this movie since the first time I saw a preview, and I've heard almost only good things about it from anyone who's seen it. Actually, the only people who had anything majorly negative to say about it were my two genius friends who for some reason decided it would be a bright idea to watch it -- a movie that is based on a graphic novel and centers around amazing cinematography -- on their laptops. Naturally anyone else who heard about this was completely appalled and stupefied by this, and I likened it to watching porn with your mother -- completely inappropriate, and defeats the purpose of doing it in the first place. (That's right kids, my awful metaphors are alive and well!)

Anyway, there was no way I wouldn't love this movie. It already sounded promising when a friend told me she thought it was cool but there was "too much fighting". Basically it's 2 hours of people bleeding, having limbs chopped off, and swords jammed into their torso, and it was BRILLIANT. And anything that resembles a comic book come to life is going to rate highly with me.

I suppose the only bad thing about it is that I was so amped up by the time I walked out of the theater that I felt like beating the crap out of everyone around me. It's just a good thing I restrained myself, considering that most teenaged girls could probably give me a good lashing and walk away unscathed.


Vicki said...

I remember walking out of a movie one time and wanting to kick a lot of ass. It was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and I was 10.

Zander said...

Hmm, I'm not sure if that was a jab at my poor taste or adolescent mindset.

Either way, you clearly need to get more in touch with your inner child. Wanting to gratuitously kick some ass is a great feeling.

Vicki said...

OK, my cover is blown. While I wanted it to look like a jab, I was secretly reminiscing over me and my sister fighting over which Ninja Turtle we would be - Michelle Angela, Dawnatella, Rafaela, or Leah. Thank god I got Michelle Angela - nunchucks baby!