Watched Dodgeball just now. Very good. Not really the best in its tight little genre… Baseketball is probably superior to it in the farcical comedy imaginary-sport sport-movie-parody category, but it scores high marks above and beyond the bulk of the generic sports movies and even comedy/sports movies I’ve seen. And of course you’ll want to stay through the end of the credits for an extra litte laugh.
Saw The Terminal yesterday. I liked that one quite a lot as well, though it is a totally different style of movie. Effectively just a dramatic piece with comedy glinting off its solid core, and very emotionally and dramatically similar to Cast Away in my eyes. Excellent performances all around. I almost didn’t hate Catherine Zeta Jones through her inability to perform… character likability aside, her performance (and I hate to use such words, as they are so oft mis-used) lacked gravitas. Sigh. Hearing the words “Academy Award Winner Catherine Zeta Jones” really makes me feel the Academy Awards are a meaningless joke. But like I said, excellent performances (scaled to the abilities of the actors involved) all around; Catherine was not so bad she detracted appreciably from the movie this time out.
Watched the Eurotrip DVD last night, late, and that was a LOT of fun. If you like that sort of thing, at all, you should watch Eurotrip. It certainly didn’t get enough viewers in theatres as it deserved. I know I failed to see it in theatres. But a lot of fun. Certainly worth a rental or a purchase if you have the spare cash. I’m thinking of copying it, actually.
Dad’s still here. Happy father’s day, I guess. I remember when the plan was for him to drive me down Thursday (thanks, dad! couldn’t have done it without you!) and then he and Heath would return to Pine on Friday after everything was unloaded. Well, getting the room ready to move into took longer than expected and then there was the birthday party for my sister’s son, so he couldn’t get the door installed Friday and stayed over. And getting the door installed (and the wall adjacent to it) took a lot longer today than he expected and was more tiring, so he decided to just stay over again and attend a barbeque my sister invited him to tomorrow… and then, maybe, he’ll go home. Having him and Heath here, especially over a weekend, is making this feel more like another of those brief visits I’ve been making periodically to Phoenix for the 18 months since I moved to Pine. Making it had to believe, to feel, to fully realize that I’ve moved back to Phoenix, that I live here. It’s … there’s always a reason, often a very reasonable and logical one, but … it’s all quite difficult and frustrating and emotionally and mentally jarring to live in a world where even the simplest plans cannot be expected to be followed out. Sigh, I say. Sigh.
I’m tired. I want to get things done. I want to unpack my boxes, I want to hang up my clothes, I want to get things put “away” and make my room my room (again.) I want to sleep. I do not want to be woken up after too few hours to face demeaning and stressful “working” with my father that mostly amounts to … well, I’ve described it all before. I think I’ll go to my room, see how things go, go to sleep as soon as I can, and sleep as late as I can. Whaddya say?