So I'm watching the Once Upon a Time in Mexico DVD from Netflix (which is a great value if you've got more time than money), and it's kind of a mess, but it looks cool and Johnny Depp is fun to watch and there's some Salma Hayek waist/hip ratio wonderment going on. Things blow up. You know, not a bad way to spend 90 minutes. And then all the DVD extras are about how Robert Rodriguez shot it on digital video as cheaply as possible, did everything he could manage to do by himself working from home (editing, scoring, adjusting the text on the damn DVD menu, etc.), and apparently shot the script he wrote with minimal interference from anybody else. He also gives out recipes.
So he's basically a blogger, right? With all the benefits and drawbacks thereof. Passionate, discursive, adamant about maintaining control, using the latest technology to get his point of view out to the world very quickly with a minimum of filters, self-indulgent... I guess his movies make money because he does away with all the extraneous stuff, but it would've been nice if he'd had somebody else there to tell him "No" sometimes. Just like bloggers! Except he actually makes money and people know who he is.
You think? Well, it was something to muse over instead of worrying about the plot, at least.
P.S. Sin City looks to be very pretty and very, very dumb. In other words, a perfect translation of the comic. I think one reviewer said it's not so much adapted as uploaded.
Sorry. That's not very nice, is it? Okay, so let's have yours.
I'm just ashamed that I don't read more. And the stuff I do read is junk -- comics, sci-fi, crime, blogs, etc. This week I'm making another run at Cryptonomicon, which makes my third attempt. It's on the "Nice try, dummy" pile, along with Gravity's Rainbow and Infinite Jest.
Of course, reading anything, even the dumbest blog, is better than watching TV news.
You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
The one printed on asbestos?
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
The last book you bought is:
On the dining room table.
The last book you read:
Was pretty good.
What are you currently reading?
Five books you would take to a deserted island.
Why would I go to a deserted island? And if I got stuck on a deserted island by accident, how would I know to take the five books that would need to last me for the rest of my life?
Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?
Jeff Jarvis suggests that term for the realm of blogs and such. Which I kind of like: It looks small from the outside, but it's surprisingly roomy. I also suggested we-dia. Leave me alone, it's the best I could come up with off the top of my head.
P.S. It also sounds like you're trying to describe an incident in which you stuck your tongue in a Weedeater.
So Jack Bauer takes shelter in a conveniently located gun shop run by a pair of brave, earnest young gentlemen of non-specific Middle Eastern descent. Their dialogue is... well, the writers don't actually put this phrase in their mouths: "We're not all like that crazy Arab lady you yelled at a couple hours ago!" But they might as well have.
Which is all fine, but I'm trying to remember if this has happened in past seasons. Did Bauer run into any kindly, helpful Eastern Europeans who made him realize that Dennis Hopper with a bad beard and worse accent doesn't represent them all?
P.S. I'm starting to think 24 stands for the number of people in Southern California who haven't been tortured on the show.