Happy Monday, everyone! You can all relax, and release the anxiety you carried around with you all weekend, worried that this blog wouldn’t be here as promised. *Whew*, right? So here we are, on Monday, which feels strikingly similar to Sunday to us jobless schmucks, except with less people around. The first weekend of June has come and gone, and, if you live around here, you got your first taste of summerishness. It was glorious, enough so that my Saturday night of going to dinner with friends and eating outside on the patio almost felt like a Saturday-night-worthy entertainment event in-and-of itself. Almost. Is it a sign of the transition into old-fartdom when going to dinner is good enough for Saturday night? Or is that normal, and i'm just immature? Dinner is great, but it also seems like what you do before you go do something better, to me anyway. But you play with the hand you're dealt, right? Moving on...
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I’m having a bit of a Facebook issue. Namely, I find it a bit freaky that my Mom and Dad both have Facebook accounts. Really, guys? Shouldn’t you be writing letters in ballpoint pen or calling me on a rotary phone or something, then spending the first couple minutes of it bitching about kids and their new-fangled technology? The friend request from my Mom was a blood-curdling experience. I think I just stared at the screen for about five minutes, and then started desperately searching Facebook for the “LALALA-I’m-covering-my-ears-and-closing-my-eyes-LALALALA” button. I mean how is Mom gonna react, as she peruses the Internets and sips her Sunday-morning coffee (prior to getting ready for church, I might add), to my 3:20 AM post detailing my crack-addled bar dance at Maricón night at the Matador just a couple hours before she woke up? (Editor’s Note: Don is prone to exaggeration) To make matters worse, Dad jumped onto the information superhighway shortly thereafter, giving me two invites I had to pretend I didn’t notice. Finally, I did the only courageous thing one can do in that situation: I created a second Facebook account. We’ll call it my “TV-Y7” account, because kids under 7 really probably shouldn’t be hearing anything I have to say anyway. So now I am friends with Ma and Pa, and I can happily follow their online exploits while still appearing relatively respectable to them. But the SECOND I see one of them rockin’ the “Are YOU Interested?” App, someone is getting pimp-slapped.
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Saw “X-Men: First Class” this weekend, and I have to say it semi-rocked. Even though I absolutely recommend it, I will say that I think I was a victim of my own high hopes/expectations for the movie. I’d give it a solid “B+” rating, and place it at #2 behind “X2: X-Men United” when ranking the X-Men films to date. For the record, the rest of that list would be the first “X-Men” movie at #3, “X-Men: The Last Stand” at #4, and the abysmal “Origins: Wolverine” debacle at #5. I won’t spoil anything regarding the movie, but I do have a couple of observations. Firstly, the decision to bring Matthew Vaughn in as director was nothing short of brilliant. If you’ve seen “Layer Cake” or, more relevantly, “Kick Ass”, you had to know this film was in good hands. “Kick Ass” was absolutely one of my favorite movies of 2010, and that film definitely ramped up my excitement and expectation level for “First Class”. I guess I felt a little bit like the movie had too much story to tell given the time allotted, so things got short-changed. This happens in literally ALL superhero movies, due to the massive comic-book backstories they all have, but for some reason it felt a little more jarring here. I can definitely say I loved the “leads”, Michael Fassbender as Magneto and James McAvoy as Charles Xavier. Fassbender’s coolness carried much of the movie, and there was a “James Bond” feel to some of his parts. If Daniel Craig leaves the Bond franchise for any reason anytime soon, I have no doubt that Fassbender could step nicely into 007’s shoes. And I definitely dug McAvoy’s Professor X-meets-Austin-Powers shtick as the pair rolled through the 60’s. I had some serious concerns about McAvoy as Professor X, but he turned out fine and pretty entertaining at times. I sincerely hope that Vaughn spits out a couple more X-films before he’s through, ideally overwriting the Dark Phoenix storyline that Brett Ratner butchered in X3. Hey, I can dream, right?
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I read that twin brothers who were both Friars died on the same day last week. Is it just me, or does anyone else think that that headline seems ripped straight out of some crappy movie? If nothing else, this surely is giving Arnold some keen ideas for End of Days II. Or maybe even better, one of those craptastic PG-13 haunting/exorcism movies that were coming out approximately weekly back in ’09 or so. Heed the signs, my friends. Heed the signs. In fact, I think I’m off to Family Radio to donate my life savings right now. I’m sure they can use an extra $39.00 to gear up for the next end of mankind..
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Okay, pretty sure i've wasted enough of everyone's time for now. Tune in tomorrow for music day, easily at least the third-best day of the week! Thanks very much for visiting, and have excellent days.
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