The Human Centipede (and Other Diets)
Netflix posted The Human Centipede as an instant download, so I fired it up this morning while I ate breakfast. I didn't pay close attention since I was busy doing other things and I was supposed to watch it with a friend, and I didn't want to fully invest in case it was awful and then have to watch again.
In case you didn't know, this is a movie about a crazy German surgeon who kidnaps tourists and then connects them all ass to mouth with their own ass and face tissue and then makes them walk around for his own sick perverse pleasure. The idea is that the one in front will have to shit and then shit into the middle person's mouth and then that person will shit the shit into the third person's mouth - as in, one digestive tract. It's conceptually pretty gross, admittedly. Just the same, there's something quite intriguing about it.
It generated quite a buzz when the first trailer for it was released. There were even several people who did their own Human Centipede costumes for Halloween and Comic Con. There were t-shirts and internet memes and scores more people talking about it than who actually ended up seeing it.
I'll watch just about anything (except a Twilight movie), so I was up for it. It turned out to be not as bad as I thought it would be. I was eating cereal as I watched and found only the first few bites to be a little tough to get down as I viewed the surgery connecting the three people. The part I expected to be the most revolting was the first time one of them shits into the next segment's mouth, but I didn't have any feelings about it as I watched.
In the end, the film just left me feeling sad for the way things turned out for everyone involved. I didn't really lose my appetite enough to really be able to consider it a diet. However, my GF had ordered some of that HCG shit from the internet and it arrived this morning. I suppose I have anywhere from 15-35 pounds to lose... I haven't weighed myself in ages. I'm afraid to. My clothes still sorta fit for the most part, but I'm getting a gut. I hate it.
I don't know how I'm going to both stick myself with a needle AND eat only 500 calories per day. It doesn't seem reasonable. Not eating gummi bears every night barely seems reasonable. This means no more gummi bears at all. No more pizza, no more bread, no more cheese, etc etc... It seems like such a drastic step to take. I don't know - we'll see.
Oh ye of little faith... don't have too much faith in me, but I might just drop a couple of pounds. With or without assistance.
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Miami Vice
I was never a Miami Vice watcher, but I remember it being a huge influence on pop culture when it was out. It spawned a "look" and dress code to go along with it of white casual blazers over pink t-shirts and 5-day facial hair.
One of the first cassettes I ever owned was the Miami Vice Soundtrack. I've been searching for it for the last few years because it was so awesome. That's about the only thing about Miami Vice that's awesome. I thought the show was pretty boring. Part of that could be because I was a kid and more interested in kid things.
I'm sitting here recovering from last night and watching the new Miami Vice movie. I'd change the channel, but the remote is all the way over there. This movie is a pile of shit. Just boring conversation after boring conversation interspersed with confusing over-complicated storyline and the occasional action scene. Mostly it is a lot of broody people scowling at each other.
That's not really a review so much as a description. My advice is to avoid.
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An Affair To Forget
An Affair To Remember (1957)
Starring: Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr
Directed by: Leo McCarey
I had the distinct displeasure of catching this film the other night/morning when insomnia had gotten the best of me. I would like to know who the hell actually likes this film besides Meg Ryan because this piece of trash was excruciatingly awful.
Here's my summary:
A 53 year old Cary Grant plays a never married or employed philandering douchebag who is engaged to an heiress. He takes a cruise ship to Europe without his fiancee and meets a 36 year old lounge singing Deborah Kerr who is also engaged to be married for the first time and yet decided to take a romantic ocean cruise by herself. Together they cheat on their significant others and decide to hook up again once they both get jobs and are able to support themselves.
cheating sluts
The scandal of it all is treated more like naughty fun than a shitty thing to do. When they get back home, they tell their respective fiancées about it who both handle it like nobody in the history of reality ever would. "Oh, that's fine that you had an affair - I'll still love you and be your friend and be there for you to support you financially and emotionally while also helping you get together with the person you cheated on me with."
When the cheating whores attempt go to meet, she gets mauled by a car, ends up crippled and misses the appointment while Grant lurks around the elevator all day and night in the rain near the top of the Empire State building. When she doesn't show, Grant simply goes back to business as usual.
Why of course I'll introduce you to my grandmother that my fiancee hasn't even met - nanna is 130 years old.
She gets a job teaching homeless kids how to sing and it apparently pays enough for her to enjoy a high-rise New York loft with a housekeeper and Waterford ashtrays. I'm in the wrong line of work. Grant paints a few pictures that his agent says are crap except for one which he gives away for free, and he also paints a billboard and thus can finally afford to take care of her.
They see each other at a theater... both of them on re-conciliatory dates with their old significant others. Their eyes meet, and it's magic or something. The exes both once again decide to step aside and let their love blossom. In fact, Kerr's ex begs her to let him pay for leg surgery so she can walk back to him on her own two feet. Kerr declines and says she wants to pay for it herself. How noble. Grant still has no idea she's stuck in a wheelchair.
under the blanket are two lifeless husks - withered & knotty old broken tree branches for legs
He does some stalking and finds out where she lives. He goes to her house to give her his dead grandmother's blanket, and they have a boring conversation where he discovers she's a cripple and credits roll.
Eat my ass.
There are several scenes where someone is singing - either Kerr or a group of children. Every time someone sings, the film becomes unwatchable. The movie is practically a musical without the dancing or costumes. The story is absurdly ridiculous. It's dreadfully boring as well, and everyone in it is unrealistically horrible.
Okay - to be honest, I started watching about 15-20 minutes in, so I missed the beginning. Maybe the setup is what makes it so magical and amazing. I can't figure out what Meg Ryan was crying about in Sleepless in Seattle. There's nothing beautiful or romantic about flippantly cheating on someone you're engaged to be married to... unless you're some kind of fucking dick.
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