Film Reviews

When Jim showed me the light and I finally closed my boards, there was one thing that kind of bugged me; different people had written a shitload of movie reviews in one of the threads called “Movie Suggestions.” I always liked reading other people’s reviews, and I definitely want to hear more about other people’s opinions on films. (I used to not care so much, now, with the amount of shit being published, more and more I find reviews to be a handy way to filter the cream from the crap.)

So, I made a little movie review section on my website. It’s a little crude, as it is, but I hope people will take a look at it and give me some useful suggestions. You can find it here.

One of the things I need to do is change the star-graphics on the ratings-system, since I stole the graphics from another website, and I’m sure they’re going to be none too happy about it. I also need to make it possible to add comments to the reviews, in the same way you can do that with my journal entries. That requires me to make a generic table for all kinds of posts, like I already did in the Shadowrun section of my website. Another thing I need to do is modify the scripts I made to auto-generate the webforms, to accept a label, other than the database name, which is particularly ugly in the section where you can submit a new movie to the collection of movies you can add reviews to. All that in due time. I’m happy with it as it is, since it kind of pushed me to make the webform scripts more sophisticated and versatile.

American Psycho

American Psycho [2000]

Director: Mary Harron
Actor: Christian Bale, Justin Theroux, Reese Witherspoon, Willem Dafoe

Where to begin; I read the book by Bret Easton Ellis for my English class when I was 14 or 15 years old, and I remember finding it incredibly boring. There are whole pages in the book devoted to Patrick Bateman’s (main character) description of his new hifi system, and I admit to skipping certain pages to get to the good bits. Obviously I didn’t have the patience, or perhaps I just didn’t get it. But now the story appeals to me a lot, since it’s a sincere accussation towards the materialism and greed of American society in the mid-80’s.

Wallstreet operatives were considered to be rock and roll superstars, which is still the case a bit, but certainly not in the way the way they were venerated as much as in the 80s. Films like Wallstreet and Glengarry Glen Ross are good examples of that. Boilerroom is a more recent example. Their splurging and excesses are widely shown in the film, and it seems to go hand in hand with a profound shallowness, and Patrick Bateman is the pinnacle of that shallowness. He is not really a person, so he keeps saying, he’s a man, made of flesh and blood, but he has no identifiable human emotions, except greed and disgust. He is an avatar of the Wallstreet greed and excesses as described in the film. It’s only a small step from that, to the definition of a pyschopath; someone who has no moral responsibility or social conscience. Someone who has a hard time relating to others.

Patrick Bateman has all these things, and the only way he feels anything is when he resorts to homocidal tendencies on a massive scale. His urges are getting out of control and it all slowly spirals out of control.

Great film with great acting on the part of Bale and Dafoe. The pace is great, and the styling is almost perfect. Bale looks appropriately plastic, with his perfect skin, $70 haircut and Valentino suits.

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.: Emotional
I’m going through a rather emotionally charged and turbulent time right now, and with the upcoming death of my father, and the condition my mother is in, and her possible death, it’s probably going to get much worse before it gets better. I don’t know whether I’ve just gotten worse at keeping my emotions under control, or if it’s just that I haven’t had to deal with anything this powerful before, but I’m finding it hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not walking around like an emotional wreck (at least, not more than I already did), but I’m definitely effected by things more, both positively (compliments, praise, etc.), as negatively (criticism, frustration, etc.). I don’t know if a more emotional Dennis is really what the world needs, right now or ever. I wish I was one of those people that could have a nice good cry and get it all out. I’m not, and pouring it all out has never left me feeling better rather than worse. I’d much rather keep it inside of me, and try to harness it, but sometimes it’s too much, and I end up being stretched too tightly, like an overinflated balloon.

.: Mother
My mother’s scheduled brain-surgery to remove the tumor in her head has caused her to go to the hairdresser and cut all her hair off. Now, even as her son, I can honestly say that my mother has always been a very attractive woman. Perhaps recently that has faded because she’s grown old rather quick with all the physical ailments she’s had to deal with over the last two years or so, but she’s always been good looking. One of the things that made her so good looking was the thick, auburn hair she has. And while I haven’t seen the result of her haircut yet (I will tonight), I’m wondering what the result will be. Both my brother and sister think it’s weird (brother) and ugly (sister), so I’m bracing myself. :)

.: Father
My father’s asked me to be a co-signatory on his euthenasia-declaration, which is sort of like having power of attorney regarding his death. He has stipulated that once the pain becomes unbearable that he would like to pass away. Once that time comes, both signatories need to be in agreeance that the time has come. That would be my father, and I. (Not counting the doctor involved, who can object on ethical grounds if he so chooses.) I hope that when the time comes I can do what needs to be done according to my father’s wishes.

.: Busy
This whole thing has left me very busy lately. Perhaps not in the amount of time it takes for me to take care of stuff, but it certainly has taken up a lot of headspace, and as a result of that, I haven’t really done anything worthwhile. Moulsari’s brother Palash coming over for the weekend was a welcome break to the monotony of my…I don’t know, self-pity, I guess? My absentmindedness certainly doesn’t go unnoticed of those around me. Productivity is down at work. Less approachable to family and friends. This and other factors are all adding to what I feel is a bit of social isolation. I am going to make a conscious effort to break that isolation.

.: LotR Online
I bought this game recently, but so far it hasn’t been able to grab my attention like I thought it might. It plays exactly like World of Warcraft does, in almost every respect, only there’s hardly any PvP, and there’s different feel to it, which is nice and refreshing. It feels less like a rat-race, which is also good, but it’s too the same to WoW to grab my attention and make me want to start from scratch. I’m going to give it a while to convince me, though, but that means I should really start playing it instead of sort of let it sit there. :)

.: Kung Fu and Swimming
Whereas first I Kung Fu’ed about four hours a week, and swam once or twice a week, now I’m doing fuck-all. I blame it on my absentmindedness, and lack of time. I’ve gotten a bit heavier, but not quite as much as I thought I would with no excercise except my journey to work for a good month. This is another thing that I need to whip up the discipline again; In the last 15 years I haven’t, with the exception of recovering from major injuries, did as little physical excercise as I have in the last month. Luckily I’m not like many of the people you hear talking about how they should really get back to excercising again, since I actually like kung fu and swimming. I like doing it. I like how it makes me feel. I like how it makes me look. :)