I'm not going to bother reviewing this movie for you. You need to see it for yourself. Now. Seriously, get in the car and go to the closest movie theater and get yourself a ticket... popcorn is not necessary.
So I screwed up my posting resolution already. I had a long shift at the bakery yesterday, took a nap when I got home around 6 pm, and woke up at 9:55 pm and decided posting wasn't that important and that I could make it up on Monday with a review for each of the movies at our double-feature at the Alamo.
First up, Speed Racer (written in the lobby while waiting for Iron Man to start--I love Alamo free wireless!).
Before I begin, I'd like to explain why I paid money to see this movie. As a kid, I loved Speed Racer--not only the cartoon, but also the character Speed Racer. Don't get me wrong, I thought Racer X was hot, but Speed was my one true love. I remember getting into a fight on the playground with another girl because we both wanted to be Trixie when I was in first grade, which was my first and only girl fight over a guy. Because of my long love affair with this cartoon and the characters, was I worried that the Wachowskis would be raping a fond childhood memory?
Ummm, no. Let me tell you, my memories of that cartoon were completely destroyed when, in a fit of nostalgia, I watched the cartoon as a young adult. Ugh! All you have to do is watch one episode to see what I'm talking about: This includes stupid plots, Trixie unable to get herself out of trouble and always having to be rescued, Spritle and Chim-chim tossed into the story for absolutely no reason, etc. The only thing it still had going was Speed's Elvis-like hair.
The movie's version is simple: Speed lives to race and has a long angsty backstory tied up with his dead older brother (which is explained quite well in the first part of the movie). He finally has the opportunity to sign up with Royalton Enterprises and become a top-rated racer when he learns the shocking truth about the auto racing industry. This revelation ends the first part of the movie. My first complaint about this movie is while the method used for all the exposition works very well the first few times it's used, it gets very old, very quickly.
Too bad all the critics have panned this movie and most people will miss out on some glamourous video game-style racing fun. I have one message for all the reviewers who were disappointed that this wasn't an elegant treatise on the art of racing: It was based on a cartoon for kids!
And that is exactly what the Wachowski siblings have given us. A bright, fun, and occasionally obnoxious cartoon with live actors. And most importantly, it took my original love for Speed Racer out of the dumpster where my teenaged self had consigned it, wrapped it in a shiny bow, and gave it back to me.
Oh yeah, Racer X is still hot.
My goal is to post at least once a day for the rest of the month. Yeah, I know that's not very exciting, but with all the meds the dentist has put me on, I'm becoming a very large potato. I'm not just large and round, but I've also developed the stunning mental and physical agility of an Idaho potato (not to be confused with slimmer and slightly more intelligent Washington potato). A physical resolution will be announced soon. Or at least as soon as I can come up with one that I have at least a 50% chance of keeping for the two weeks left in the month.
While I still work one day a week at the bakery, I'm now working full-time for a computer company in tech support. This is an increase in pay with better hours, but I miss the kitchen. On the up side, I now have more time, and customers, for my little sideline baking not-quite-a-business. It's amazing how many people here want cookies, cupcakes, tarts, and all kinds of cakes. I even have a set of wedding cakes scheduled for later this summer (this included a groom's cake shaped like Moya). I also started working as a personal chef for a friend once a week. While I'm not sure I'd want to do that for a living, we're trading professional services and her skills come in very handy.
My brother and his family purchased some baby chicks around Easter. One of the kids left the garage door open and an animal got in and killed all but one of the chicks. This chick's name was "Pecker". Because she survived the attack, the kids decided to rename the poor chick "Lucky Pecker." I'm not sure how my sister-in-law managed to miss the hilarity of the name, but she didn't catch on until she heard someone snickering about it at church when she was talking about the chickens.
I'd like to offer a huge thank you to Melia who came up with Kuroneko. We're calling her Kuro most of the time, but I feel certain that we'll soon have reason to yell her full name as she skitters through the house after doing something she shouldn't. Why did we like the name so much? Kuroneko is Japanese for black cat.
Here's a link to a not-very-well-done film clip of our new cat that my hubby love made. The link may show an error if you pause over it, so just click and follow.
- Madison: Eve
- Ryanne: Ryanne ("Just like my name") and Neko (Japanese for cat)
- Julia: Elmo (which is her favorite character at the moment)
- Lucas: Luke Skywalker
- Arianna: Sara (she names everything Sara right now)
- Steve: Boo (after the girl in "Monster, Inc." because all the other cats run from her as she chases them)
- Mark: Scratch Fury (when reminded that our cat is a girl, he said that it still fits because everyone knows that pissed-off females are the scariest things on earth. If anyone is confused about who Scratch Fury: Destroyer of Worlds is, you can check him out here.)
Here are the photos I promised. It's time to send in your names for the contest!
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