Monday, November 29, 2010

Serendipity strikes again

The other day I was hoping to take my brother to see "Due Date".  Unfortunately, he was only 14 and couldn't get into a MA15+ rated movie without a note from our parents, despite me being classed as some kind of legal guardian.  Instead, we saw "Red".  That's right, we couldn't watch a road trip of mismatched characters, but we could happily watch lots of violence and 'splosions.  And they were awesome.  Of 2010's four super team action movies, "Red" is the only one I've seen, and I'm afraid to see the other three as they can't possibly compete.  There's one performance I'm hoping to see a bit more of: Helen Mirren.  There needs to be a lot more arse kicking little old ladies.  With any luck, the inevitable sequel will also bring in the likes of Maggie Smith and Diane Keaton.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Sticking up for "The Other Guys"

Today I thought I'd talk about a more serious matter.  It concerns a certain film that didn’t get a decent acknowledgment, for what I consider to be rather indecent reasoning.  That film is “The Other Guys”, but you probably guessed that from the title.  I know I’m a little late to save it, but I feel I can offer some support.  The first reason seemed to be the one that plagues many buddy cop movies; the blending of genre.  This is often the fault of the marketing team.  They decide people don’t want variety in a film, and then set about selling it within a single pigeonhole.  So when it gets sold as an action movie, people complain about a lack of explosions.  When sold as comedy, they get annoyed at the lack of flatulence.  You can’t seriously expect me to believe that you want a movie to fit nicely into the square hole.  You can’t expect a certain film just because of the people involved.  This actually takes me to my next point.  The main criticism I found from some people was that Will Ferrell was playing a different character.  I don’t think they realise the man is an actor, a profession which is known for pretending to be something different.  Would you complain if a butcher sold you sausages?  Ever since he let the world see him in full swing in “Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy” he’s been expected to play that exact same character.  When he decides to do something beyond that role the monkeys throw faeces.  Which is a shame as I reckon “Stranger Than Fiction” is his best work yet.  Will, on the off chance you’re reading this, please don’t stay classy, let the world see you at your best.

P.S. If you didn’t like “The Others Guys” for reasons other than those specified, I do apologise.

May Our Paths Cross Again.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I shall live. For now.

As you can see from this post, Gemini has decided that despite my having spilled a few beans, I am allowed to live on, as she considers me too valuable at the moment.  That and she figures the publicity is beneficial to her plans as she will be recognised as a force not to be laughed at when she makes her first move.  However, I haven’t been left completely off the hook.  When the Earth is rebuilt in her image, my hold has dwindled.  For example, I no longer get Finland.  Plus, I’m not completely irreplaceable.  Carmello is already being given the same clearance level as me.  I think the only things keeping me on the team are my opposable thumbs and the fact that I’m about the only being in this universe that can decipher my handwriting.  I know I should try and stop her, but who doesn’t have dreams of world conquest.  At least she’s attempting to realise them, just as I’m using this to realise my own dreams of being a writer.  That, and whenever I do try to act, I think about feline supervillians, which leads to thoughts of Julie Newmar as Catwoman.  That train of thought tends to stop all other thoughts and actions.

Tune in next time, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel

Monday, November 22, 2010

Welcome to the Order of ZXQYV

Evening all,

To start my life as a blogger, I figured a lovely little intro would turn out to be a good idea.  In fact, that’s probably how most insights into the world of ZXQYV will start; if it feels good, do it.  Now for those of you who found this in your daily quest for Internet based religious communities, the Order of ZXQYV is no such a thing.  For a start, I don’t buy into that stuff.  ZXQYV is simply a little nickname and signature I came up with after noticing those five are the least common letters in the alphabet, and as a certain pop icon said “I’m not like other boys”, so it just seemed to fit perfectly.  Better let you know, you don’t say it as “Z-X-Q-Y-V” its pronounced “Zex-Kwiv”.  As for why I’ve all of a sudden decided to put my insane ramblings up for everyone to see, if you bothered to read my little bio a major goal in that horrible thing known as life is to become some kind of a writer.  This seemed like a good idea as it could help hone my awesomeness outside of the world of academia.   As well as put my name out there so that when I do become a truly half-decent writer, there will already be a horde of salivating fans waiting to enter one of the many worlds conquered in the name of the Zex-Kwivian Warrior of Wonder.  I’ve just been informed I should make it clear that I’m the one in the cowboy hat.  The gorgeous feline who has allowed me to sit with her is Gemini.  The name is related to her face, not her desires for world conquest, enslavement of humans, and extinction of all dogs.  It just worked out that way.  Provided her supreme Highness doesn’t find out I’ve just revealed some of her plans, I shall return with further rants.

Until we meet again.