..:S...P...I...D...E...R...B...I...T...E...S:..

Monday, May 12, 2003

"the bits of the book that I was still ripping away at, razrez razrez..."
-A Clockwork Orange


i'll work more on that driving story later. i'm hoping for at least nine thousand pages.

MOVIES:

went to see X-Men 2. one question: how can these guys be in any danger from water? uh, fly over it? freeze it? psychically move the plane instead of the river? teleport everyone out? fuck, Picard stops time twice in the movie. were his batteries dead? even the Wondertwins' monkey would have escaped that bullshit. but besides all that nonsense, there was the cool Wolverine stuff as expected. Wolverine is like a car chase in a movie, you can't fuck it up even if you try. i don't know what that means either.

tried to give myself some sort of theme night with videos. tried watching "Bound, "High Art" and "Freeway." had already seen Bound, but i was thinking of it as a psych-up for the Matrix sequel. you might think that lesbian action was the theme for the evening, but it was actually the fact that all three boxes were gold-colored that caught my eye. tomorrows's film festival will be; "Superfly," "Mandingo" and "Shaft's Big Score." guess why. because the boxes are all white. true story. anyway, "High Art" i turned off and watched the same girl in Pitch Black instead cause that's all i really wanted to watch. still love her attempt to kill the entire cast in the opening minutes. my kind of girl. "Bound" i thought i'd watch with the commentary on and, half way through, it cuts out during the first interesting story i sat up to listen to! Joey/Caesar was talking about how Bogart in "Treasure Sierra Madre" was his inspiration for the way tha-POP! then it goes silent. sound comes back about ten minutes later. i called my friend Matt who has the same dvd and he found the same problem. motherfuckers. he says they probably stepped on the cord during recording and he's probably right. i'm thinking all copies are like this (anyone?) cause who would want to tell a bunch of power-lunch eating hollywood types that they'd have to meet and lie and claim they "never watch their own movies" all over again. especially this bunch, since it sounded like three of them got there late anyway. Jennifer "Bride of Chucky" Tilly barely has a chance to mention her oscar nomination for "Bullets Over Broadway" twice in fifteen fucking minutes. she'd bet her Pulitzer on it if she has one. so i couldn't bring myself to keep watching a defective dvd and i turned on C-Span2 instead to listen to Gore Vidal's conspiracy theories from his book "Dreaming War: Blood for Oil." he compared 911 to Pearl Harbor saying "they" knew about it and let it happen as an excuse to rally the country into fighting. he has no proof of this, but he does have one thing in his corner:

this dude wrote Caligula! i don't know about you but anyone who has anything to do with Caligula (including the stunt cocks brought in for the porn inserts) will get the benefit of the doubt in any situation. i mean, fuck his "Dreaming War" book, this is a guy named Gore who might have been responsible for dreaming up that giant head-chopping machine. anyone remember it? rolled it into the arena where those people were buried up to their heads? looked like a huge satanic Zamboni? think about it. guy named Gore? he had no choice but to invent it. just like DJ Lethal! "That's what his mama named him!"

don't think i'm joking about Caligula. that movie is the shit ("the" in front of "shit" means gooooooood). it's like those dream sequences in Clockwork Orange with little Alex running amuck in Rome and whipping Jesus and eating grapes. admit it, didn't you really want to see THAT movie instead? you can. two words: Calig. Ula. that translates as "Roman Assfist"

::: david - 2:21 PM [+] :::
...