Be Cool...
So, I went to see "Be Cool" tonight (like you couldn't tell by the title) and I really liked it. Sure, all the reviews were bad and the critics hated it, I thought it was funny. I mean, it served its purpose. It was a comedy, I laughed, mission accomplished.
Now, me liking the movie is what makes me think of what a lot of my friends and family say about me, how I should be a film critic. Couldn't do it. The movies I love, critics bash, movies critics praise are almost PAINFUL for me to watch (prime example, "cold Mountain," I couldn't deal for a WHILE). But there's one thing I could do as a critic: watch some movies, boy! I love it, it's my own private escape. And I don't ask for much, just that I be entertained, which doesn't set the bar TOO high (I mean, c'mon, I've got A.D.D., here). But, "Be Cool," I liked, so go ahead, feel free to check it out.
So, an update on me being sick. STILL sick, but on the road to recovery, inhaler in one hand, steroids in the other. Which brings me to my theory of the week: skinny bitches get sick. How did I draw this conclusion? Easy. Here I am, goin' to the gym, eatin' right, tryin' to get hot and groovy for the summer and I have been getting nothing but sick. So let's do the math here (yup, nerd alert!):
P = going to the gym
Q = gettin' skinny
S = getting sick
If P = Q and Q = S, therefore P = S, meaning bein' skinny gets you sick!! (I totally think I did that 1/2 wrong, but it's my blog, so suck it up! :-P)
Now, me liking the movie is what makes me think of what a lot of my friends and family say about me, how I should be a film critic. Couldn't do it. The movies I love, critics bash, movies critics praise are almost PAINFUL for me to watch (prime example, "cold Mountain," I couldn't deal for a WHILE). But there's one thing I could do as a critic: watch some movies, boy! I love it, it's my own private escape. And I don't ask for much, just that I be entertained, which doesn't set the bar TOO high (I mean, c'mon, I've got A.D.D., here). But, "Be Cool," I liked, so go ahead, feel free to check it out.
So, an update on me being sick. STILL sick, but on the road to recovery, inhaler in one hand, steroids in the other. Which brings me to my theory of the week: skinny bitches get sick. How did I draw this conclusion? Easy. Here I am, goin' to the gym, eatin' right, tryin' to get hot and groovy for the summer and I have been getting nothing but sick. So let's do the math here (yup, nerd alert!):
P = going to the gym
Q = gettin' skinny
S = getting sick
If P = Q and Q = S, therefore P = S, meaning bein' skinny gets you sick!! (I totally think I did that 1/2 wrong, but it's my blog, so suck it up! :-P)
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