Nicholas Cage's career is sure...interesting. He's in a movie called Drive Angry
, for which I have just seen this trailer
A quick synopsis for those of you who won't subject yourselves to the trailer: Nicholas Cage breaks out of Hell to stop a Satanic cult from sacrificing his grandchild to, well, presumably let other things out of Hell besides Nicholas Cage. A truly delicious
William Fichtner is Satan's helper, sent to retrieve him. Also, there's some eye-candy chick, who will probably follow a trajectory where she will be introduced as "fierce independent woman," then relegated to side-kick to actual hero with actual motivation, before finally slung into damsel in distress.
I can't quite tell, on a truly impressive scale of bad movies he's made, where this one falls. Surely, it has to be better than that lamentable The Wicker Man
remake, but it may not be quite up to the schlocky fun of something like Gone in 60 Seconds
, for all that is has lots of muscle cars in it. Shame. I do love me some William Fichtner. He's great when he's quietly menacing evil.
I have yet to sit down and watch Being Human
. I heard that they were remaking it for the US, though, and I automatically rolled my eyes and swore, "God, is that really
necessary?" to no one in particular. (I am getting funny looks at work now.) Then I found out genre fiction punching bag, fabulous-body-having, kind of adorkable and occasional bad-ass Jedi Apprentice Samuel "Crashdown/Doomsday/that time he was on Dexter/I think he was in The Mist
" Witwer was going to be in it. Goddamnit, now I have to watch this, don't I?
AHEM, I said
, "I have to watch this, don't I???"
That's what I thought. Funny thing I also just learned in trying to adjust text to fit this picture: there's some option that says "abs bottom" or something. I got stuck at abs, then giggled as I moved onto bottom. Ooh, yes please?
*****Three (things make a post):
For those of you not following me on Twitter, last night I fell off my bike. Rest assured, I'm really mostly injured when it comes to my pride. I tried to go up on a curb, in the rain, and there was just no way it wasn't going to go pear-shaped. I'm lucky I'm not worse off than I am. I have a cut and some skin rubbed off on one arm, which is now much more sore than it was yesterday, but still functional. Otherwise? Fine. I guess I'm finally a true biker in the city. Short of being doored, that is, which I could totally skip as an initiation ritual. Bike was making funny noises last night, but it seemed to mostly be because of the crap on the tires hitting the brake (the wet streets kicked up a lot of grit).
What's worse than a little fall is how blasted cold it was to be wet through last night. I came back, took a hot shower to clean up and get warm and then, despite being
warm, felt cold for the rest of the night. Blargh. At least moonlightalice
kindly warned me not to bike this morning as it is like to rain again. Not that I was going to. My arm is too sore for that (I caught myself with it), but it's good to know that there's a real reason not to as opposed to a wussy reason.