Why my life, why??

John Cusack apparently not knowing anything about the two main characters in The Watchmen is the BEST news about the adaptation that this link has to offer.

And I wept as my soul died, horribly.

Look at those goddamned names--Jude Law (fuck)? KEANU REEVES (FUCKING FUCK!)? Patrick Wilson (...who the fuck?)?

This just HURTS US:
MTV: Are you familiar with the character of Nite Owl?
Cusack: There's that guy and then there's Rorschach, right? I like that. I like that stuff.

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viridian informs me that some of the crazy-ass shit being written up in journals yesterday was for some zombie-apocalypse blogging. Well, I missed it and good, being crazy busy at work and planning to go to Best Buy with moonlightalice and wellgull. But y'all should be ashamed of yourselves--you're crying wolf and now nobody will believe me when I say the zombie apocalypse is coming. Fine. More not-getting-my-brains-eaten for me.

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Speaking of Best Buy, all I need is the second season of The Simpsons and then I have the eight sets that I really want (otherwise known as "as much of the show that existed until I stopped caring, which is exactly when the X-Files episode aired, which is the best thing that ever happened and nothing could top it so I don't need anything else"). I also have all of Family Guy that's available now (which was more of a "Well, I got one set of the DVDs cheap before, why not just collect all of them?"), but I successfully resisted buying Prison Break. I just kept telling myself I didn't need it, I didn't need it, I didn't need it.

moonlightalice, more accurately, kicked my ass out of the pit of temptation by saying, "You don't even like the show." She's not wrong. I just like it for the eye candy and the crack-tacularity of its ridiculous, ridiculous plots. Besides, if I'm not going to buy all of a show (or at least a substantial subset, like with The Simpsons and Farscape), there's no point in just buying the one season (something tells me that Prison Break is never going to be one of those OMG MUST HAVE IT shows). Yes. So, even if I go to another Best Buy for that last, elusive boxset of season two of The Simpsons, I swear I am not buying Prison Break.

I better make sure moonlightalicecomes with, though. Just to be sure.

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Yay for folk coming over to watch Night Watch. Wow, does that movie make a lot more sense when you see it twice. Of course, I'm probably just an idiot since everyone seemed to have guessed the plot developments about an hour before they happened. Oh well. I'm still convinced that it's stunning--visually--and I can't wait for more of the same in Day Watch, an outing to which should be planned some time in the next week, I hope.

I forgot, though, how really very much I loved Anton in this movie. He's like the biggest fuck-up of all time, and everyone seems to know that and sort of plan around it, but his utter inability to do anything right trumps everyone else. It's hilarious and so, so sad that I want to hug him and pet his greasy hair and be like, "Dude, karma. You're bound to do something good...eventually."

( More spoilery thoughts on the same. )

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The Sci-Fi Channel is a funny place. It's amazing what you miss out on--in their original programming, no less--when you watch it on TV instead of renting the DVD of some classic like Dead and Deader or Ice Spiders.

Last night, I revisited the last of three terrible movies I had on tape and lost to the great flood of '07, Habitat (Previously, on TV's LJ, she blogged about the first two: The Advanced Guard and Guyver 2: Dark Hero). In the race to win Best Worst Movie, I gotta say that the random bad-porn shots of a glistening naked chick in The Advanced Guard still lose out to the random tit-shots from about thirty different people and Alice Krige humping a bio-house in Habitat.

Habitat can claim the debut of that chick who plays Daisy Adair in Dead Like Me...and that's it. It's got that French guy who isn't the French guy from The Matrix sequels; the borg queen in all her weird-ass glory; Balthazar Getty (who made one other film that I know of, and I'm sure he'd prefer people to think he only made one film period); and a bunch of other folks who never worked again. On a scale of one to suck, this one definitely slides into suck for not having anything laughably bad about it. It just kinda squicked me out mostly. The sex scenes, such as they were (it was more naked romping and lots of heavy breathing than anything concentrating hard enough to be sex), were not exactly brilliant additions that I would otherwise have been lost without. This one goes into the memory discard pile, and gladly.