If there is a Brahman or whatever you want to call it, God, you bastard, Matadi, the possibilities would be infinite. The substrata of every single anything, and nothing. Fucking mind blowing. The amazingness of everything.
Saw 'No country for old men' last night http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477348/. I was glad I had forgot I heard the ending sucked, which it did. Especially since the netflix disk cover said it was 2:23 and it was right at 2 hours. It worked, but was a throwback to a genre of folks, like the Tarantino flick I saw yesterday 'Deathproof' of the 'Grindhouse' double feature http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1028528/. Folks, like me, who grew up in the 70's and early 80's, whatever fucking generation that is, x I think. Cool '70s cars, guns. Lots of guns in 'no country'. A shotgun with a silencer carried by a freaky looking hitman with a bad haircut.
The Tarantino flick was decent, or perhaps indecent. It had a lot of natural sounding conversation between several very beautiful women. In QT style includes a very gory scene, but ends well with the second group of women ultimately beating the shit out of the villian. Sorry I gave it away, but it was a good pro woman ending I thought.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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