Ever sit down to watch a movie and 10 min. into it ,you realize that "it" is far less than a "B" movie but for what ever reason you just can't stop watching ?..... Late last night unable to sleep,(midnight) I sat down with my box of Whoppers...turned on the TV and surfed around looking for something interesting/entertaining to watch... I see a movie "Delta Force III".... I remember the Chuck Norris Delta Force movies... no Oscar winners for sure, but good action scenes... lots of "blow 'em up stuff".... passable plots..... Okay, I'll watch this one..... first thing... no Chuck Norris.... but I've watched other sequels that didn't have the original actors and they were okay, so I decided to watch it anyway..... 10 min. into this movie and I'm thinkin'... you have got to kidding, I've seen x-rated movies with better acting and editing.... but for some unknown reason I could not stop watching.... It'll get better..... nope....It became comical.... In one action scene a guy is shown shoving bombs out the door of a helicopter at the Delta Force guys who when seen from the chopper are "pinned down" directly below... but when the bombs go off seconds latter the Delta Force guys are a hundred yards away.... In a one on one fight scene the Delta Force guy is shown getting cut with a knife on his left cheek and blood running down his face and neck... 5 seconds latter as he is dispatching his foe... no cut..... In another scene later in the movie the token female is seen with disheveled hair, sweating and totally stressed trying to unlock a computer that keeps rejecting her codes... cut to the Delta Force guy trying to defuse the "bomb" for 30 seconds.... back to the token female, now with perfect hair and make up.... back to the guy defusing the bomb... back to the female, once again with the disheveled hair.
I wanted to get some paper and start keeping a running count of all the goofs and obvious oversights in this movie but I was having such a good laugh watching them I just couldn't break away.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
An insensitive SOB?
Not to long ago My lovely wife switched manicurists. I got to listen to about an hour dissertation on just why... Like I cared.... Today she had a "nail appointment" after work. She returned home at about 6:00 pm and promptly showed how good of a job her new manicurist had done... gave me the short (10 min.) version fo why she switched... told me how many compliments she has received on her nails... how nice her new manicurist is.... how much they have in common.... Blah, blah, blah. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore.... Dear, I'm as happy as a bear in a berry patch for you and your finding such a wonderful manicurist, but in as few words as possible... I Don't Care.
She gave me this look.... you guys know the look I'm talking about.... it's the one that says... "my friends are just not going to believe you just said that" and you know that they will all tell her "Marie, what did you expect... he's a guy and all guy's are insensitive SOB's".
I think of myself as a fairly nice guy, and I do not think any the less of my dear wife when I start talking about gear ratios, braking into and pulling out of a curve or spanking a rice burner and she says, cutting me short, "That's nice dear" which translates to, I don't care. I don't give her a devastating "look" or go whining to my friends so they can tell me that all women are psycho... no... It's okay... I understand... this is guy stuff, so I'll only talk about this kinda stuff with my buds. Now, is it to much to ask for the same consideration from her? Call your friends with your raves and rants about your nails... your hair... or that woman at work and just leave me out of it.
She gave me this look.... you guys know the look I'm talking about.... it's the one that says... "my friends are just not going to believe you just said that" and you know that they will all tell her "Marie, what did you expect... he's a guy and all guy's are insensitive SOB's".
I think of myself as a fairly nice guy, and I do not think any the less of my dear wife when I start talking about gear ratios, braking into and pulling out of a curve or spanking a rice burner and she says, cutting me short, "That's nice dear" which translates to, I don't care. I don't give her a devastating "look" or go whining to my friends so they can tell me that all women are psycho... no... It's okay... I understand... this is guy stuff, so I'll only talk about this kinda stuff with my buds. Now, is it to much to ask for the same consideration from her? Call your friends with your raves and rants about your nails... your hair... or that woman at work and just leave me out of it.
Monday, April 6, 2009
All I can say is WOW
Do you believe this day... first part of April and it hit 74 at my house on Pine Hill. Got a bit of work done in my yard... trimmed the bushes, they were starting to get unruly... it was just the perfect day to do it. Started with a T-shirt and a sweat shirt... did not take long for the sweat shirt to come off. I was thinking about a discussion I got into awhile back about how you know when your from Eureka and the best answer was when you go to the beach and don't even think of wearing a swim suit.... felt like you could've done it today. It is days like this, albeit, few and far between that make living here so nice and it makes me wonder if I appreciate them more because they are so rare.
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