Nov. 20th, 2008
But amid all the awesome cars I would see there, among the dozens upon dozens of sights along the trip, along with all the motives and goals I had in making this trip in the first place...
... there it was. There, right before me... was The Car.

To quote Johnny himself: "'Hunk o' junk?!' This here's a gen-u-wine vintage 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air! Indian turquoise paint job, ramjet fuel injection, 283 cubic-inch small block Super Turbo-Fire V8 engine, the first car ever to match cylinder capacity with identical horsepower numbers!
( Plus it has fins, pally! FINS!!! )
Coo-coo, pallies. Real coo-coo.
... there it was. There, right before me... was The Car.

To quote Johnny himself: "'Hunk o' junk?!' This here's a gen-u-wine vintage 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air! Indian turquoise paint job, ramjet fuel injection, 283 cubic-inch small block Super Turbo-Fire V8 engine, the first car ever to match cylinder capacity with identical horsepower numbers!
( Plus it has fins, pally! FINS!!! )
Coo-coo, pallies. Real coo-coo.
By the way, I meant to write about this weeks ago, but if you have a chance to see this movie...

... by all means, do it.
This is one of those magical films where people can and will have vastly different interpretations, and they'll be every bit as legitimate. Like ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND, this is a film that is perfectly suited to both sentimental romantics and caustic bitter cynics, depending on how you read it. It also may well be one of the best vampire movies ever made, and this is coming from someone who hates vampires.
I want to break into movie theaters and replace every single reel of TWILIGHT with LET THE RIGHT ONE IN. This film deserves that attention, and thankfully (yet somehow also unfortunately), it's poised to explode in a "this year's PAN'S LABYRINTH" kind of way, and needs to be seen before the wave of overhype hits. Not to mention before the pointless and inevitably wrong-headed remake by the fucking CLOVERFIELD guy comes out.
Speaking of pointless and inevitably wrong-headed remakes, we're getting remakes of two absolutely fantastic Korean films. Bad enough they're redoing THE HOST, which shows the CLOVERFIELD folks how one really does a modern love letter to Godzilla films with a wonderful dash of socio-political satire (so that even my stepfather Gordon loved it!), but we're also getting a remake of OLDBOY.
Yes, an American OLDBOY. To be released as a July 4th blockbuster. Written by the I AM LEGEND screenwriters. Directed by Spielberg. Starring Will Smith.
Someone locks me in a room for fifteen years with no explanation, just to spare me from this atrocity.

... by all means, do it.
This is one of those magical films where people can and will have vastly different interpretations, and they'll be every bit as legitimate. Like ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND, this is a film that is perfectly suited to both sentimental romantics and caustic bitter cynics, depending on how you read it. It also may well be one of the best vampire movies ever made, and this is coming from someone who hates vampires.
I want to break into movie theaters and replace every single reel of TWILIGHT with LET THE RIGHT ONE IN. This film deserves that attention, and thankfully (yet somehow also unfortunately), it's poised to explode in a "this year's PAN'S LABYRINTH" kind of way, and needs to be seen before the wave of overhype hits. Not to mention before the pointless and inevitably wrong-headed remake by the fucking CLOVERFIELD guy comes out.
Speaking of pointless and inevitably wrong-headed remakes, we're getting remakes of two absolutely fantastic Korean films. Bad enough they're redoing THE HOST, which shows the CLOVERFIELD folks how one really does a modern love letter to Godzilla films with a wonderful dash of socio-political satire (so that even my stepfather Gordon loved it!), but we're also getting a remake of OLDBOY.
Yes, an American OLDBOY. To be released as a July 4th blockbuster. Written by the I AM LEGEND screenwriters. Directed by Spielberg. Starring Will Smith.
Someone locks me in a room for fifteen years with no explanation, just to spare me from this atrocity.