So what do you do when it is bitterly cold out, your kids have a snow day, and you can’t be bothered to finish that conference paper? Well, going to watch Paul Blart: Mall Cop would be a mistake. Of course, I didn’t expect much, but the trailer looked amusing and I thought at least the kids would enjoy it. No. Every funny moment is in the trailer, and even those are less funny in the movie. It felt too long at 95 minutes. It never got beyond the obvious visual money shots. I did like Keir O’Donnell as Christian Slater.
You have just saved me $10. Now, could you go out and see Hotel for Dogs and post a review biting enough to use as evidence in my case not to see that, too?
Come back to rural Ohio where you get to watch crap movies for a mere $6 (the popcorn cost more than the movie and it was more satisfying).
I’m trying to understand the resurrection and afterlife of Steven Seagal. I admit to enjoying his first few movies (up to about Under Siege 2), but he got fat, the movies got even dumber and he seemed to disappear. But now he pops up constantly on TV in straight-to-DVD movies; I watched bits of something called “Mercenary for Justice” and then “Urban Justice” is recent days at the higher end of the cable dial. These movies are almost funny: they are parodies of his earlier movies, they no longer even hide Seagal’s Brando-like bulk with head shots, and the plots are so convoluted that they could be the product of some sort of chain-scriptwriting game. I don’t understand the economics of this segment of the movie business. There are enough actors and explosions to suggest these movies aren’t cheap to make, but apparently they can be marketed enough to make money.
i spent a good part of this afternoon trying (unsuccessfully) to open up a clogged/frozen kitchen sink drain. the only thing i managed to do was to get some nasty smelling water to come back up from further down the pipe.
I’m still trying to unclog/de-ice a drainage pipe under the kitchen sink (way, way under . . . in fact I think I would need an archeologist to help me find the damn thing). Plumber came out yesterday and couldn’t do a damn thing (nice guy though; he only charged me the absolute minimum). Today I’ve been running hot water into the pipe using a ten-foot hose attached to the faucet. Everything is still backed up. Pipe King is scheduled for Monday. No water in the kitchen till then. Yay!
you bastard! how dare you suggest that a regular plumber will not be able to fix our clog/freeze? the “absolute minimum” in these parts is $90–that’s the price for just showing up.
this is completely about movies.
If only Joe weren’t in Israel bringing peace to the Middle East, he’d unclog your pipes.
i was about to say, i understand now why plumbers get such an important voice in global politics.
Showing up to the Turner’s house: $52. Spending an hour dumbfounded by the drainage pipe: $0. I don’t know what kind of plumbers they have in Northfield or Northridge or whatever your city is called. I will, however, be eating my words tomorrow after the Drain King (not the aforementioned Pipe King which, I now believe, was simply wishful thinking) cleans out my savings account.
jeff is the turner?
i think the higher price of plumbing here has to do with the fact that there are fewer options, and therefore more potential for price-fixing. it’s the american way.
Why do you hate America, Arnab?
OK, it’s not snowing, but . . . if you have Comcast Cable’s OnDemand feature, you can see both parts of Soderbergh’s Che on IFC in Theatres On Demand for $6.99 each. I hear the first part is worth the effort but part two is best left for later.
Oh yeah, for those of you who have gone HD, the films are available OnDemand in high def.
This looks like it’s gonna rip off Paul Blart’s head and piss down his neck.