Friday, January 13, 2006
This being January, I want desperately to write you a Movies I Have No Intention of Seeing post, but alas, cruel, cruel circumstance has conspired to rob me of the time required to put a quality post together on the opulent disaster that appears to be Tristan & Isolde. I mean come on, it's directed by the same guy who directed both Waterworld and Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. This is the man who almost single-handedly guided Kevin Costner's career from the treacherous heights of industry respect and bankability to the much safer lowlands of occasional embarrassing cameos and practical anonymity. It would have to be unwatchable, wouldn't it? Seeing as the story of Tristan & Isolde is a Anglo-Irish medieval story, I would be willing to at least rent this movie to see if everyone in it talks in modern American English, just like Robin Hood. And if there's a token black guy in it too it may completely circle around from "total cinematic abortion" to "greatest movie ever made".
But for now, here, watch me resist the headlining star-power of James Franco.
It is January indeed.
Got big plans tonight. Taking my oldest boys to see hockey in Anaheim. Don't like hockey and have never been to a game, but this is my encouragement of my kids to take an interest in sports coming back to bite me in the ass.
And then tomorrow--sweet, sweet Saturday--Mrs. Pops and I are leaving town without the children. There are no airplanes involved in this trip, but it might as well be a goddamn rocketship to Venus (do what you will with that imagery). As of Saturday morning, we'll be nothing but an exhaust trail.
Between all the preparations and my oldest boy having a surprise goddamn noon-dismissal from school and all this motherfucking laundry which refuses to do itself, well, I'm afraid this post will have to get you through Sunday night at least, if not Monday.
Don't wait up.
This post on the Narcissus Scale: 8.5