<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:10:30.252-07:00</updated><category term='1960'/><category term='Peter Sollett'/><category term='Documentary'/><category term='Surfing'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Etc.'/><category term='POW'/><category term='Vittoria de Sica'/><category term='Ladri di Biciclette'/><category term='Ewan McGregor'/><category term='Woody Allen'/><category term='Confessions of a Superhero'/><category term='Tippi Hendren'/><category term='1963'/><category term='Annie Hall'/><category term='American Beauty'/><category term='Psycho'/><category term='Mariana Zenovich'/><category term='1998'/><category term='Alex Gibney'/><category term='Mike Hodges'/><category term='List'/><category term='David Lynch'/><category term='Alfred Hitchcock'/><category term='1986'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Proust'/><category term='NIck and Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><category term='charlie sheen'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Dennis Hopper'/><category term='Henry Selick'/><category term='Running of the Bulls'/><category term='1948'/><category term='New York'/><category term='terrence malick'/><category term='Wanted and Desired'/><category term='Matthew Ogens'/><category term='Norman Bates'/><category term='God'/><category term='Music'/><category term='The Bicycle Thief'/><category term='1971'/><category term='Taxi to the Dark Side'/><category term='Justin Levine'/><category term='2007'/><category term='The Wackness'/><category term='Intelligence'/><category term='Roman Polanski'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='1977'/><category term='Badlands'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Blue Velvet'/><category term='Christian Bale'/><category term='The Birds'/><category term='Christopher Dennis'/><category term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='Get Carter'/><category term='2006'/><category term='Michael Caine'/><category term='Rod Taylor'/><category term='Todd Haynes'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='1973'/><category term='Iraq'/><category term='Coraline'/><title type='text'>The Rants and Raves of a Sane Man</title><subtitle type='html'>Do not read this blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-3768193846771951102</id><published>2009-11-16T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:30:58.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running of the Bulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing about Spain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHfcnRh-_I/AAAAAAAAASA/VCEG2Bc4DS4/s1600/Rediculous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHfcnRh-_I/AAAAAAAAASA/VCEG2Bc4DS4/s400/Rediculous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ESPANA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was just listening to some Daft Punk and I got very nostalgic about Spain. There was so much to do over their. I wonder if people visiting the USA from Spain feel the same way about California as I do about Spain? I need to go back. And soon. I need to be sipping Cafe con Leche in a Plaza Mayor &lt;i&gt;ASAP&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcApIlXyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TKObUFB64SA/s1600/Pamplona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcApIlXyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TKObUFB64SA/s400/Pamplona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_of_the_Bulls"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The running of the bulls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcRywC5hI/AAAAAAAAARA/g58N0TY7Tqg/s1600/Staying+Out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcRywC5hI/AAAAAAAAARA/g58N0TY7Tqg/s400/Staying+Out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staying out until 9 in the AM then hurrying to class.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcWqa0T5I/AAAAAAAAARI/gwcYSdn2LqE/s1600/San+Sebastian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHcWqa0T5I/AAAAAAAAARI/gwcYSdn2LqE/s400/San+Sebastian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surfing in San Sebastian.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHckCOifkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dP181uluBy0/s1600/Virgen+Blanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHckCOifkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dP181uluBy0/s400/Virgen+Blanca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;€200.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;taxi rides from Bilbao to Vitoria at 2:00AM to see &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?js=y&amp;amp;prev=_t&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fes.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FFiestas_de_La_Blanca&amp;amp;sl=es&amp;amp;tl=en"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Fiestas de la Virgen Blanca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the morning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHdA6PDhZI/AAAAAAAAARY/tFpUGHFsGFs/s1600/Tower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHdA6PDhZI/AAAAAAAAARY/tFpUGHFsGFs/s400/Tower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The stunning cathedrals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHdlyFM1XI/AAAAAAAAARg/0h_jyx3M4Sc/s1600/Castle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHdlyFM1XI/AAAAAAAAARg/0h_jyx3M4Sc/s400/Castle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ancient castles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHetUZMwmI/AAAAAAAAARo/Jg-CKHUlVkk/s1600/Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHetUZMwmI/AAAAAAAAARo/Jg-CKHUlVkk/s400/Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The surreally late sunsets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHfGyzPHEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6tBFDRW8jZY/s1600/Summerfest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHfGyzPHEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6tBFDRW8jZY/s400/Summerfest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The music festivals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHe9l2gNqI/AAAAAAAAARw/bOwLp4j8Q8Q/s1600/Plaza+Mayor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHe9l2gNqI/AAAAAAAAARw/bOwLp4j8Q8Q/s400/Plaza+Mayor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Plaza Mayor. I really wish we had these in San Diego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the best memories from Espana was the Summercase Festival. Jesus was that an amazing concert series, better than anything I've ever been to in the states. The closest I've been to reaching this line-up was Coachella 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the line-up and selected songs:&lt;br /&gt;Adam Green&lt;br /&gt;Astrud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bell Orchestre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1225260582293103442&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1225260582293103442&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1225260582293103442" target="_blank" title="Les Lumieres Pt. 1 - Bell Orchestre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=2954642856385579926&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=2954642856385579926&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/2954642856385579926" target="_blank" title="Get Me Away from Here, I’m Dying - Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Brakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1657606163997492801&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1657606163997492801&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1657606163997492801" target="_blank" title="Heard About Your Band (Live at Concorde 2, Brighton, August 2008) - brakesbrakesbrakes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cox&lt;br /&gt;Captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chemical Brothers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742231815680365&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742231815680365&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742231815680365" target="_blank" title="Block Rockin' Beats - The Chemical Brothers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Concretes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cut Copy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627082213646014&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627082213646014&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627082213646014" target="_blank" title="Far Away - Cut Copy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daft Punk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742240202288305&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742240202288305&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.32994%4063765"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; 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Being only nineteen and able to drink legally during this concert was probably about the coolest thing ever too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-3768193846771951102?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/3768193846771951102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=3768193846771951102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3768193846771951102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3768193846771951102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminiscing-about-spain.html' title='Reminiscing about Spain.'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SwHfcnRh-_I/AAAAAAAAASA/VCEG2Bc4DS4/s72-c/Rediculous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-9164489944925228161</id><published>2009-02-17T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:26:43.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coraline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Selick'/><title type='text'>Coraline (Henry Selick, 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9QOOMWFWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y7Xkr1qG_lo/s1600-h/coraline_movie_logo_.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9QOOMWFWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y7Xkr1qG_lo/s400/coraline_movie_logo_.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054290578740578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in 3D at Horton UA Theater and I must say I was impressed by how three dimensional it really was. I am very excited to see where this technology is going to be going in the future. With &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt; from Pixar in the works and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; by James Cameron finally being realized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based off of a short story by Neil Gaimon, the basic plot is that Coraline moves to the country with her parents who are both writers working on gardening magazine. This causes a problem for Coraline because she is not getting the attention from them that she deserves. One night she is visited by some mice that lead her to a door that leads to a parallel world in which her parents love and treat her well, but there is something strange about them. They have button eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9QID1uycI/AAAAAAAAAFE/imra9BTIeLQ/s1600-h/CoralineREVIEW2-thumb-550x324.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9QID1uycI/AAAAAAAAAFE/imra9BTIeLQ/s400/CoralineREVIEW2-thumb-550x324.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054184720320962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the woman playing Coraline's other mother is an evil witch. The witch ends up capturing Coraline's parents and hold them random in return that Coraline must give up her eyes. Coraline decides to make a bet with her that she can find the three orbs that power the witch's world. At this point the movie becomes pretty predictable, yet the beauty of the images keeps you focused on what is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-9164489944925228161?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/9164489944925228161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=9164489944925228161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/9164489944925228161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/9164489944925228161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/coraline-henry-selick-2009.html' title='Coraline (Henry Selick, 2009)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9QOOMWFWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y7Xkr1qG_lo/s72-c/coraline_movie_logo_.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-3976376220933189903</id><published>2009-02-17T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:15:08.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ewan McGregor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd Haynes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Velvet Goldmine (Todd Haynes, 1998)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9HRNvT3nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EKOxI323QpM/s1600-h/Velvet+Goldmine+-+Front.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9HRNvT3nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EKOxI323QpM/s400/Velvet+Goldmine+-+Front.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314044446391918194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this was a movie before it's time. It only grossed one million domestically which is a real shame on it's nine million dollar budget. It has somewhat of a cult following today. It is suprising seeing all these currently famous actors in such an unconventional film. Christian Bale as a sexually confused adolescent in England. Jonathan Rhys Meyer as a bi-sexual David Bowie-like character. Ewan McGregor just showing us his peen while rocking out vis-a-vis Iggy Pop. It is a lot to take it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9HbnE0LNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQsxYfjzEsU/s1600-h/uktrailer1.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9HbnE0LNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQsxYfjzEsU/s400/uktrailer1.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314044624991694034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how this is a cult classic of sorts. Not as popular as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt; but I can see how it could catch on eventually. The plot centers around a special "alien" gem that apparently makes him famous. Or something to that extent, it is really never explained. Anyways, the rest of the story is similar to that of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Citizen Kane&lt;/span&gt;, with Arthur Stewart (CB) attempting to solve the mystery of Brian Slade's (JRM) faked assassination. The plot revolves between Arthur's past involvement in the glam rock movement and his current interviews with the people involved with Slade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-3976376220933189903?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/3976376220933189903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=3976376220933189903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3976376220933189903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3976376220933189903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/velvet-goldmine-todd-haynes-1998.html' title='Velvet Goldmine (Todd Haynes, 1998)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sb9HRNvT3nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EKOxI323QpM/s72-c/Velvet+Goldmine+-+Front.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-853314878196122868</id><published>2009-02-16T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:32:35.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Sollett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIck and Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (Peter Sollett, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa5KmaLYMYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1UbNYkvChw/s1600-h/nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa5KmaLYMYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1UbNYkvChw/s400/nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309263034438922626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how I feel about this one. On the one hand, it is a perfectly fine date movie. It has some amusing moments. I don't recall laughing out loud once however. The movie just seemed like a commercial by MTV for the New York Chamber of Commerce. The plot is that Nick has been dumped by his girl friend of six months-but he cannot get over her despite having been separated for over a month-I suppose she took his V-card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing too special about this film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-853314878196122868?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/853314878196122868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=853314878196122868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/853314878196122868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/853314878196122868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist-peter.html' title='Nick and Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist (Peter Sollett, 2008)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa5KmaLYMYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1UbNYkvChw/s72-c/nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-568603757779938956</id><published>2009-02-16T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:19:23.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tippi Hendren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1963'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alfred Hitchcock'/><title type='text'>The Birds (Alfred Hitchcock, 1963)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZqsx8wx5RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FGnPQgD1t-M/s1600-h/the_birds-706885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZqsx8wx5RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FGnPQgD1t-M/s400/the_birds-706885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303741485306471698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Hitchcock is an interesting guy. From the interviews I have heard people say of him that he was always more interested in talking about cooking, wine, and travel rather than about making movies. I found that extremely refreshing. I wish I had been around when his films were originally coming out. The technological mastery employed by Hitchcock, by way of Disney, would have been really something to see back then I'm sure. It holds up well today but I can imagine it would be akin to seeing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt; for the first time for my generation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich young San Francisco socialite, Melanie Daniels, is shopping for parrot at a bird shop when the dashing attorney, Mitch Brenner, comes in and pretends that he thinks  she is a sales person and asks her about love birds, when in actuality he knew exactly who she was, those sly lawyers. This scene is classic Hitchcock, subtle/obvious innuendoes (which he employed in North by Northwest as well) being bantered back and forth. It is obvious Hitchcock is going to play this film like a comedy until the time is right. Something I've noticed about Hitchcock is that he can really pick out beautiful women. Grace Kelly, Eva Marie Saint, Tippi Hendren, &amp; Kim Novak all were really stunningly pretty girls. Of course, I think Hitchcock probably would have used Grace Kelly for years had that prince not stolen her away from Hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next thing you know Melanie Daniels is driving up to Bodega Bay to deliver some Love Birds that she had purchased for Mitch's sister (or whatever her excuse was for coming up to Bodega.) While there she rents a boat to sneak into Mitch house which happens to be situated right on the bay. Mitch catches her as she is making her way back and races his car around the bay to meet Melanie by the docks. I thought this was probably one of the best scenes I've ever seen. I don't exactly know why, I just loved the image of Mitch in his car speeding around the small bay while Melanie raced across on a little outboard motorboat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here the movie takes on a little more sinister tone. As Melanie is about to make it to shore she is seemingly attacked by a seagull. Or maybe it saw something in her hair. Alfred doesn't quite let us in on the secret just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZq0DbKEdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lqP-WaRDiAA/s1600-h/birds28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZq0DbKEdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lqP-WaRDiAA/s400/birds28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749482104780114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this is an astonishing film. I am surprised that they are making a remake of this in 2011. I know that the remake of Psycho was a huge flop. I should be underlining and italicizing 'huge'. The 1960 psycho made $21,000,000 on a $2,500,000 budget. The remake made $21,000,000 on a $60,000,000. AND it was directed by a respected director, Gus Van Zant. We'll have to wait and see what George Clooney and Niomi Watts can do with it under the direction of Martin Campbell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-568603757779938956?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/568603757779938956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=568603757779938956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/568603757779938956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/568603757779938956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/birds-alfred-hitchcock-1963.html' title='The Birds (Alfred Hitchcock, 1963)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZqsx8wx5RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FGnPQgD1t-M/s72-c/the_birds-706885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-1587053947506823660</id><published>2009-02-16T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:56:43.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Ogens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions of a Superhero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Dennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Superhero (Matthew Ogens, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2ix_KHgGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XNreQYNFOMQ/s1600-h/superhero2.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2ix_KHgGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XNreQYNFOMQ/s400/superhero2.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309078515390840930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Ogens examines the strange lives of Hollywood "street artists" or whatever you would like to call the people who hang outside of the Mann's Chinese Theatre dressed as various movie characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st is Superman: Christopher Dennis, the son of the actress Sandy Dennis (although her family denies it), who basically eats, sleeps, and breathes Superman. His house is full of memorabilia, comics, and the like. He is surprisingly sane. It's obvious he has had an interesting past and admits to doing meth for a long time until one day he saw a Superman comic and decided that's what he was going to be. He looks surprisingly like Christopher Reeves (with a prominent gap in his teeth). His most depressing moment is when he loses a best costume contest at some Superman fair in Metropolis, (midwest somewhere) to an old fat guy who had a lot of friends with him. But he redeems himself by proposing to his girlfriend at dinner that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd is The Hulk: Joseph McQueen, who despite the name is actually a pretty goofy looking black guy. He sold his Nintendo for a one-way grey hound ticket to Hollywood. He lived as a homeless person for the better part of two years. He eventually took up hanging around in a hulk costume because he didn't like begging for money. His most triumphant moment is scoring a role in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finishing the Game&lt;/span&gt;, a comedy about a film Bruce Lee never finished and the ridiculousness of Hollywood. He actually gets about a half second of screen time on the trailer. Most depressing- blacking out inside of the hulk costume in 105 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2j29tIaEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bXZVypOaygw/s1600-h/confessionssuperhero2.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2j29tIaEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bXZVypOaygw/s400/confessionssuperhero2.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309079700411803714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd is Batman: Maxwell Allen, this guy is just a little bit off his rocker. He adamantly believes he used to be a hit man for the mob.   He looks vaguely like George Clooney, if Clooney were a bit older and heavier. His saddest moment is getting arrested for fighting with some union workers (fuck unions btw) for using their Porto-Jon's. His most triumphant moment getting a job as security for a film production. Since that will allow him to be around the business and who knows, maybe get him a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2jnoARruI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HVsHhRqygnw/s1600-h/confessions_of_a_superhero_movie_image_jennifer_gerht__1_.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2jnoARruI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HVsHhRqygnw/s400/confessions_of_a_superhero_movie_image_jennifer_gerht__1_.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309079436888485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th is Wonder Woman: Jennifer Wenger, she moved to Hollywood from nowhere mid-west at the age of 18. Once out here she met and married a man within two weeks. She wanted to be an actress. Unfortunately for her there is MORE than an abundance of beautiful women in LA and her homey mid-western looks couldn't quiet do it for her. IMO to make it as an actress in LA you need one of three things (all three is ideal): 1. Connections 2. Looks that could kill 3. Winning the lottery twice-esque luck. Unfortunately she didn't have any of those as of this post her IMDb page has three additions beside this film. Mind of Mencia (doesn't that kill a career?), Jimmy Kimmel (which is located about 50 feet down from Mann's Theatre), and My Name Is Earl (not bad.) She is the most depressing to watch during this film, she goes from a pretty, skinny, young mid-westerner with high hopes to a slightly overweight, Hollywood burnout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is both depressing and uplifting. It is showing people attempting to live out there American dreams in the best way they can manage. The heros get bursts of fame, but never anything more than the kind of looks the Elephant Man got. Curious glances, fascinating and horrifying at the same time. Who are these people? Why are they here? This film attempts to explain those questions in the most humane way possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny looking at the lives of these people then comparing them to the people they portray. There is a Captain Jack Sparrow out there (or three) who is played by Johnny Depp who is one of those souls to accidently fall into the movie industry. He was just going along with a friend to an audition when he was cast as a prime victim in Friday the 13th. Just goes to show. Luck, Looks, &amp; Connections are necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-1587053947506823660?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/1587053947506823660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=1587053947506823660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/1587053947506823660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/1587053947506823660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-of-superhero-matthew-ogens.html' title='Confessions of a Superhero (Matthew Ogens, 2007)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/Sa2ix_KHgGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XNreQYNFOMQ/s72-c/superhero2.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-8292146015897939519</id><published>2009-02-16T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:58:32.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vittoria de Sica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladri di Biciclette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1948'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bicycle Thief'/><title type='text'>The Bicycle Thief (Vittorio de Sica, 1948)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoeOnO3rAI/AAAAAAAAADs/61dSqQb8MDw/s1600-h/Lamberto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoeOnO3rAI/AAAAAAAAADs/61dSqQb8MDw/s400/Lamberto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584747580533762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistently voted one of the best films of all time- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ladri di Biciclette&lt;/span&gt; is a powerhouse of a film. The story is of a man living in post-WWII Rome which makes sense since that is where and when it was filmed. I imagine at the time it was a seriously political film. I imagine a lot of things though. This film is the height of Italian Neo-Realism which basically is shooting a film on location using actors whom are not trained and usually from the area. They deal in conveying the emotion of the landscape and people. It doesn't focus on a plot as much as an organic growth of a narrative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this film Antonio Ricci is a lower-class man attempting to get by, everyday he goes down to an employment center where on this particular day he is offered a job. He gets the job because the employer happens to know he has a bicycle. As it turns out he had pawned it off the month before. This leads to his wife, Maria, pawning her wedding sheets to get enough money to buy the bike back from the pawnbroker. While he is waiting to receive his bike he sees the broker toss his wife's sheets into a growing collection of sheets stacked up about thirty feet. The enormous collection of bicycles that have been pawned is off putting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows up to work the next day, gets a quick lesson on how to paste up signs and then sets off on his own. While working on his first poster he is robbed. The rest of the film deals with attempting to retrieve the bike back. It is a bit of a mislead film noir, Antonio wandering the streets with his son hoping to come across the bike again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-8292146015897939519?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/8292146015897939519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=8292146015897939519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8292146015897939519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8292146015897939519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/bicycle-thief-vittorio-de-sica-1948.html' title='The Bicycle Thief (Vittorio de Sica, 1948)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoeOnO3rAI/AAAAAAAAADs/61dSqQb8MDw/s72-c/Lamberto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-3765790941924804721</id><published>2009-02-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:41:24.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1977'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woody Allen'/><title type='text'>Annie Hall (Woody Allen, 1977)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoVYgGr-0I/AAAAAAAAADk/eYwRqwgjVR4/s1600-h/annie_hall_kobal-9239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoVYgGr-0I/AAAAAAAAADk/eYwRqwgjVR4/s400/annie_hall_kobal-9239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303575021861206850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood Allen's semi-autobiographical account of growing up in New York City. I really enjoyed this one. I loved it when Woody would break the 3rd dimension and talk directly to audience about the stuff that was happening around him. Appealing them to understand where he is coming from. Those were my favorite moments during the film. Allen has some of the most interesting insights into man's habits and shortcomings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrative focus of this film jumps around in time quite a lot. Examining his childhood. His pervious wives. His mistakes. His triumphs. I think the most depressing moment is when he attempts to recreate with a new girl the time he spilled lobsters all over the floor with Annie. Originally it was such a touching and heartfelt moment, but the new girl just sat there smoking a cigarette not understanding what his deal was. It showed him how much Annie really meant to him. I think Allen hits the nail on the head about how when you are in a relationship with someone you can just get caught up on the minutia. Getting annoyed by petty things. Expecting your partner to be exactly who you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody ends his film with a great monologue "...it was great seeing Annie again. I... I realized what a terrific person she was, and... and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I... I, I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen a couple of Woody's films;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/span&gt; (2008), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Match Point&lt;/span&gt; (2006),&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Crimes and Misdemeanors&lt;/span&gt; (1989), and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zelig&lt;/span&gt; (1983). I felt that this film was eerily similar to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;. Almost to the extent that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crimes and Misdemeanors&lt;/span&gt; mirrored &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Match Point&lt;/span&gt;. In both &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;VIcky Cristian Barcelona&lt;/span&gt; Woody shows how humans cannot ever seem to be happy with what they have. We are always looking over to those greener pastures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Match Point&lt;/span&gt; &amp;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Crimes and Misdemeanors&lt;/span&gt;. Only those films are direct parallels in that they both deal with a rich man killing the woman he truly loves to maintain his social status and orderly lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-3765790941924804721?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/3765790941924804721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=3765790941924804721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3765790941924804721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3765790941924804721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/annie-hall-woody-allen-1977.html' title='Annie Hall (Woody Allen, 1977)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZoVYgGr-0I/AAAAAAAAADk/eYwRqwgjVR4/s72-c/annie_hall_kobal-9239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-3540404664434039732</id><published>2009-02-12T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:03:09.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Gibney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taxi to the Dark Side'/><title type='text'>Taxi To The Dark Side (Alex Gibney, 2007)</title><content type='html'>I've seen Alex Gibney's other documentary E&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nron: The Smartest Guys in the Room&lt;/span&gt; (2005), on that one I felt he tried his best to keep his political leanings shielded. He attempted to show the true story of Enron and how such an egregious acts. I have also seen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson&lt;/span&gt; (2008), which I thought was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQOq_IKB5I/AAAAAAAAADU/SxWXNJvJzy4/s1600-h/prisoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQOq_IKB5I/AAAAAAAAADU/SxWXNJvJzy4/s200/prisoner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301878792984856466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taxi to the Dark Side is an impeccably made documentary.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQOQMjDuJI/AAAAAAAAADE/uwB2SO_j4YA/s1600-h/stanford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQOQMjDuJI/AAAAAAAAADE/uwB2SO_j4YA/s200/stanford2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301878332730882194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It really shows how the fog of war and attempting to do what is right can go so wrong. I was surprised that there was never a reference to that famous Stanford psychology experiment where they randomly assigned people to either be guards or prisoners and within a few days the guards were abusing the prisoners which in turn caused an uprising. That seems to be VERY similar to what when on in prisons of Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The political spinners tried to play it off as a couple of bad apples. I happen to believe that, given the right conditions, people are going to do things they never thought they would in the "real" world. It is the fear of repercussions that keep us humans sane. If there are no rules, I would imagine things would turn out to be similar to Lord of the Flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the Iraqi prisons, it turns out that guards were given very little training and were expected to get information from prisoners. Of course, they were to "follow" the Army Field Guide, unfortunately, there were unusual circumstances in Guantanamo that lead the upper officers in Iraqi to believe they could use the same tactics. When in reality, they could not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know. We have pretty effed up ish going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo on the left: Gitmo. &lt;br /&gt;Photo on the right: Stanford.&lt;br /&gt;Eerily similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-3540404664434039732?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/3540404664434039732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=3540404664434039732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3540404664434039732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/3540404664434039732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/taxi-to-dark-side-alex-gibney-2007.html' title='Taxi To The Dark Side (Alex Gibney, 2007)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQOq_IKB5I/AAAAAAAAADU/SxWXNJvJzy4/s72-c/prisoner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-2375606650101917011</id><published>2009-02-09T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:34:37.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Carter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1971'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Hodges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Caine'/><title type='text'>Get Carter (Mike Hodges, 1971)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQI3m5evWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TrqJJforKo4/s1600-h/get_carter_1_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQI3m5evWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TrqJJforKo4/s320/get_carter_1_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301872412749380962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born in 1986, I never realized that Michael Caine used to be such a badass. I only know him as the knowledgeable old guy in all of his movies. In&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Get Carter&lt;/span&gt; he plays a womanizing British gangster. Too make a long story short, it is about Jack Carter (Caine) learning that his brother has died in what appears to be a drunk driving accident. Only he suspects something is up. He decides to start investigating and it turns out that there is more to his brother's death than a mere drinking problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go so far as to say this is my favorite British gangster flick. It is up there however with the likes of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snatch, The Long Good Friday, Lock Stock &amp; Two Smoking Barrels, and Layer Cake. &lt;/span&gt;Probably 2nd right behind Snatch for me. What can I say. I got a thing for the Stath'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-2375606650101917011?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/2375606650101917011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=2375606650101917011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/2375606650101917011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/2375606650101917011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-carter-mike-hodges-1971.html' title='Get Carter (Mike Hodges, 1971)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZQI3m5evWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TrqJJforKo4/s72-c/get_carter_1_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-9046873364032197802</id><published>2009-02-05T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:41:44.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1986'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Velvet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Hopper'/><title type='text'>Blue Velvet (David Lynch, 1986)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZCc-JQ4MJI/AAAAAAAAACs/xBtVeuBDoHc/s1600-h/blue-velvet-1-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZCc-JQ4MJI/AAAAAAAAACs/xBtVeuBDoHc/s320/blue-velvet-1-1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300909352867606674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a coherent thread tying all of David Lynch's films together. Now, I've only seen a few of them. Eraserhead. Blue Velvet. Mulholland Dr. Inland Empire. Yet all three have something to do with dreams. Something I am highly intrigued by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plot is this; Jeffrey, a young college student, comes back home to work at the family hardware store because his father has been injured (it appears he took a nasty fall and/or came down with an extreme illness.) On his way from the hospital to his home he stumbles upon an ear. A very icky-looking ear crawling with ants. Jeffrey decides to take the ear to a neighborhood friend who also happens to be the local detective of Lumberton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Williams tells Jeff he was right in bringing him the ear and that he wants him to show him exactly where he found the ear. Later that night Jeffrey decides to go to the detectives house to discuss the ear. Unfortunately Det. Williams tells him that he isn't at liberty to tell him anything about that case, but that once it is all wrapped up they can discuss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jeffrey is leaving Sandy, the detectives daughter, calls to him and walks out of the darkness and into the light. I imagine this is some sort of foreshadowing by Lynch. She tells Jeffrey that she hears things about her father's cases and she suspects that the ear may have something to do with some lady named Dorothy Vallens. They decide to walk over to Dorothy's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Jeffrey pulls up to her school and takes her to the local diner to tell her he has a plan to sneak into Dorothy's place dressed as a pest control worker. The plan ends up working out despite a few hitches, this allows Jeffrey to sneak in later on. Once inside he is almost caught when he fails to hear Sandy warning him with his car's horn because he was pissing in the bathroom due to the Heineken he drank earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the film dips into the surreal that is so common for Lynch. Prior to this scene, the film was a coherent depiction of life in Lumberton USA. After this scene the life that Jeffrey knew previously is ripped apart. His beliefs are questioned. I think my favorite line takes place right before Jeffrey goes to sneak into the building. Sandy-I can't figure out if you're a detective or a pervert. Jeffery-Well, that's for me to know and you to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot that stood out to me was when Jeffery is inside of the closet &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZCjyTMjDRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6gxg-7LWvnY/s1600-h/Bv044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZCjyTMjDRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6gxg-7LWvnY/s320/Bv044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300916845956762898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking out through the screen door, it is an obvious homage to Psycho (1960). It stood out to me because this scene is obviously referenced in Burn After Reading (2008). While Jeffery is in the closet we get our first encounter of one of the greatest movie villains ever. Frank Booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Frank for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heineken? Fuck that Shit! PABST BLUE RIBBON!&lt;br /&gt;2. Where's my bourbon?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-9046873364032197802?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/9046873364032197802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=9046873364032197802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/9046873364032197802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/9046873364032197802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-velvet-1986.html' title='Blue Velvet (David Lynch, 1986)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SZCc-JQ4MJI/AAAAAAAAACs/xBtVeuBDoHc/s72-c/blue-velvet-1-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-8048096242229724883</id><published>2009-02-04T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:41:29.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Levine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wackness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Wackness (Justin Levine, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYleOE5uySI/AAAAAAAAACM/WKAtCTWf3Oc/s1600-h/the_wackness11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYleOE5uySI/AAAAAAAAACM/WKAtCTWf3Oc/s320/the_wackness11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298870032505162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wackness is Justin Levine's third film he has written and the fourth he has directed. I found the plot to be quite engaging, despite the fact I never experienced growing up in NYC in the early 90's. &lt;br /&gt;I thought the relationship between Luke &amp; Stephanie quite accurate. The girl was bored because her "boyfriend" Justin was away in Italy for the summer. So she takes a liking to the local pot dealer to pass the time. Unfortunately for Luke, he falls head over heels for this girl. Only to have his heart broken. It is a tragic tale. Albeit common. &lt;br /&gt;I really kind of feel sad for Stephanie in this situation because she doesn't even realize that Justin is a total tool. Then again, a lot of good looking intelligent women seem to have a strange attraction to egotistical unintelligent men. It's not their fault though. Those men are exciting. Luke is a boring guy that really like her. Why would she want that when she can have a bro that will treat her like dirt. At least that keeps her emotions running high at all times. &lt;br /&gt;I thought that Ben Kingsley did a great job portraying a broken man in a bad relationship. Though this movie was depressing for the most part, it ended on a happy note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-8048096242229724883?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/8048096242229724883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=8048096242229724883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8048096242229724883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8048096242229724883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/wackness-2008.html' title='The Wackness (Justin Levine, 2008)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYleOE5uySI/AAAAAAAAACM/WKAtCTWf3Oc/s72-c/the_wackness11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-7306256584788929376</id><published>2009-02-02T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:40:57.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariana Zenovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanted and Desired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roman Polanski'/><title type='text'>Roman Polanski: Wanted &amp; Desired (Mariana Zenovich, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYa19maNICI/AAAAAAAAACE/ecgxd0FLV4s/s1600-h/99a-sharon-tate-roman-polanski-david-bailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYa19maNICI/AAAAAAAAACE/ecgxd0FLV4s/s320/99a-sharon-tate-roman-polanski-david-bailey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298122081535074338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary by Mariana Zenovich describes the life and trials of Roman Polanski, the famed director of Chinatown, Rosemary's Baby, The Pianist, and many other great films. I have always been interested in being a film director, but I am not sure it would be worth it if I had to go through the trials and tribulations that Roman had to put up with. His parents killed by Nazis. The brutal murder of his gorgeous wife and unborn son by the Charles Manson Family is enough to crush a man alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he lived on, continued to make films and try to enjoy life to the best of his ability. Only to get into a sticky situation--statutory rape. 13 years-old to be exact, a little young in California, well, not Baja California where the limit is 12 for some inexplicable reason! Not a very fun rap to have over your head. Anyways, the trial was not handled in what I would call a highly constitutional manner; more like a circus side show. One thing lead to an other and one of the greatest directors of our time hops on a flight to France never to return. Leaving him "wanted" in the US and still "desired" as a filmmaker abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film did an excellent job portraying the trial and life of Mr. Polanski and the media's fascination with celebrity and crime. Similar to a recent film I watched, only this seems to be the anti-thesis to Badlands. Where instead of the media glorifying a serial killer (Charlie Sheen) because he is young, beautiful and charming. Instead condemning Roman Polanski because he had  consensual sex with an underage girl. It was a stupid decision on his part, because in my humble opinion, there are plenty of beautiful 18 years or older women out there to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-7306256584788929376?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/7306256584788929376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=7306256584788929376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/7306256584788929376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/7306256584788929376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/roman-polanski-wanted-desired-2008.html' title='Roman Polanski: Wanted &amp; Desired (Mariana Zenovich, 2008)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYa19maNICI/AAAAAAAAACE/ecgxd0FLV4s/s72-c/99a-sharon-tate-roman-polanski-david-bailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-7861185423490202682</id><published>2009-02-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:40:32.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norman Bates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alfred Hitchcock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYapfhVcXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTsmQ4PNNCc/s1600-h/psycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYapfhVcXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTsmQ4PNNCc/s400/psycho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298108370637315234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho is one of those movies, where, despite never having seen it before in my life it felt a part of me. Something in the collective psyche of America. I knew some vague plot points; girl gets killed in a shower, the killer is his mother, the Bates motel... but I felt I understood the movie, without ever watching more than a ten second shower killing scene at Universal Studios where they revealed to me that the secrete to Alfred Hitchcock's blood was Bosco Brand Chocolate Syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYasT387z8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iCAfeJ2keH8/s1600-h/hitchcock3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYasT387z8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iCAfeJ2keH8/s320/hitchcock3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298111469084987330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after watching it, my suspicions were more or less confirmed. I did already know the basic plot, but the devil is in the details. I didn't have any idea Marion had stolen $40,000 (about $300,000 today!) from her employer in order to pay off her lover's debts. She then makes her way across country, being chased/harassed by a sketchy cop for a short while. Only to end up at the hotel of Norman Bates. While there Bates shares a nice meal with Marion and thoroughly creeps the fuck out of anyone watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marion retires to the shower only to be attacked by Norman Bate's mother! Or so Hitchcock would like us to believe until the big reveal at the end of the film. Watching this film make me realize how great of a filmmaker he really was. I have only seen 4 of his 66 films (Vertigo, North by Northwest, Rear Window, &amp; This Film) but each one is phenomenal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-7861185423490202682?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/7861185423490202682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=7861185423490202682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/7861185423490202682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/7861185423490202682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/02/psycho-1960.html' title='Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYapfhVcXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTsmQ4PNNCc/s72-c/psycho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-8929415206810963710</id><published>2009-01-29T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:40:10.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1973'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrence malick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie sheen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badlands'/><title type='text'>Badlands (Terrence Malick, 1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYat6Fr7KiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CYN99_cv-NI/s1600-h/nbp-badlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYat6Fr7KiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CYN99_cv-NI/s320/nbp-badlands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298113225118394914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrence Malick's major directorial debut is a re-imagining of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bonnie &amp; Clyde&lt;/span&gt;. The movie takes place in South Dakota, where Kit (Charlie Sheen) works as a garbageman turned cowhand. He decides to leave work early and on his way home he stumbles across Holly (Sissy Spacek) a fifteen year old living with her widowed father. Kit decides to try and talk to her because he'll "try anything once." &lt;br /&gt;They end up falling in love (or whatever that means for a fifteen year old girl) and when Holly's father find out he is not too happy. Suffice to say Kit isn't happy when, even after telling her dad he has good intentions, he says to stay away. After that Kit decides to try and run away with Holly, everything goes wrong when her father tries to stop them. Kit kills him in an instant (though he claims he was "provoked") and then leaves telling Holly she can call the cops if she likes, it doesn't make much difference. He returns and decides that burning the house down would be the best plan of action. From there they travel across the state with no real plan of action, but with Kit's itchy trigger finger they get into quite a lot of trouble along the way. &lt;br /&gt;I think the most interesting device used in the movie was the score- a very upbeat xylophone and unusual operatic singing- that combined with the distance of the narration by a very naive little girl create a movie that is surreal yet not in the least bit unbelievable. The I particularly liked how this film showed how people in the USA are such celebrity fanatics. Even if the person is famous for killing a handful of people on a pointless killing spree across the great plains.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite obvious that this film has has left a mark on the history of cinema. I thought a lot of the cinematography reminded me of the Cohen Brothers' films No Country For Old Men (2007) &amp; Blood Simple (1984).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-8929415206810963710?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/8929415206810963710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=8929415206810963710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8929415206810963710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/8929415206810963710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/01/badlands-1973.html' title='Badlands (Terrence Malick, 1973)'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SYat6Fr7KiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CYN99_cv-NI/s72-c/nbp-badlands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-4631340925635933272</id><published>2009-01-29T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:44:57.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Idea</title><content type='html'>I decided that from now on I am going to post a commentary about movies I watch. Because why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-4631340925635933272?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/4631340925635933272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=4631340925635933272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/4631340925635933272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/4631340925635933272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-idea.html' title='New Idea'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-5593390852456322586</id><published>2007-09-21T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:45:31.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; Death</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking about death the other day, well, more like the past two months and a couple of ideas have formulated in my mind. I don't really know how to express them, so I'll just get into it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about this stuff called Dimethyltryptamine, its a hallucinogenic tryptamine that apparently has a role in creating your dreams (when you smoke it, you go into a very dream like trip) but it is also speculated that when you die a large dose is pumped into your brain. For some reason this brought to mind the closing scene of American Beauty, " I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about how you can be sleeping and wake up and look at the clock and see that the time is 8:07AM. Fall back asleep and have an extremely elaborate dream that seems to last days. Then wake up and see it is only 8:08AM. Time is really an interesting concept. A minute can seem like an hour, a day like an hour. When we are dead what is the difference between one second and a millenium? Is it possible that the after life is a drug induced dream? What would that say about heaven and hell? I really have no idea. But it's an interesting thought. We die, our brains are flooded with Dimethyltryptamine creating a new reality, our afterlife; sweet dreams, nightmares, night terrors, wet dreams. Like Brian Wilson sang, "God Only Knows." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed in God, for as long as I remember. I can't imagine a world this beautiful and complex without one. I like to believe that an all powerful God could easily design us so that our evolutionary path would lead to us having this biological system that creates an afterlife. It's God for Christsake! If that is the case, why would it matter if we are good or bad on earth? If death is only a dreamlike trip. What about people who are brain dead or have their head smashed in a car crash, shot, etc? I have no idea. but it's an interesting thought. I would like to imagine that perhaps those who live a righteous life would have a happy dream and those angry mean people have a nightmare. I have had some scary fuckin' nightmares. Hellish almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about Jesus? Well, from what I have learned from him, you should lead a holy and righteous life. I am sure if you live in the manner Jesus would want you to you would have a really great dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do realize that this is just a late night rambling and I have ZERO authority in any of these fields, AND I didn't even explain or even attempt to expand on any of my ideas, but I am really just bored and waiting for my laundry to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I wanted to begin to put my thoughts into words. Even if it is poorly written and complete B.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-5593390852456322586?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/5593390852456322586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=5593390852456322586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/5593390852456322586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/5593390852456322586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-death.html' title='Life &amp; Death'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-1059789725326710701</id><published>2007-04-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:33:40.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proust'/><title type='text'>Proust Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? Catching a perfect wave. Completing a difficult problem. Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your greatest fear? God (or there not being a God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which historical figure do you most identify with? Samuel Clemens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which living person do you most admire? Theodore Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Verisimilitude  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Sheeple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your greatest extravagance? Music collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favourite journey? Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On what occasion do you lie? To protect others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you dislike most about your appearance? Lover's handles  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? “What's up, dude/man?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your greatest regret? Too many/none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What or who is the greatest love of your life? Art in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When and where were you happiest? As a child on the playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Which talent would you most like to have? Flight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be? Talked more openly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you consider your greatest achievement? Becoming a good older brother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be? A dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be? A dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your most treasured possession? Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favourite occupation? Drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your most marked characteristic? Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the quality you most like in a man? Forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is the quality you most like in a woman? Curves (Intellectual Curves.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you most value in your friends? Honesty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who are your heroes in real life? Father/Grandfathers (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is it you most dislike? Liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How would you like to die? Saving someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your motto? “Don't Follow. Don't Lead. Just Live."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-1059789725326710701?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/1059789725326710701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=1059789725326710701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/1059789725326710701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/1059789725326710701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2007/04/proust-questionnaire.html' title='Proust Questionnaire'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-6639248689341178704</id><published>2007-04-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:18:32.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intelligence'/><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-6639248689341178704?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/6639248689341178704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=6639248689341178704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/6639248689341178704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/6639248689341178704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-115668017277705760</id><published>2006-08-27T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:18:35.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crane Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1801/1855/1600/civil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1801/1855/320/civil1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the three-part epic "The Crane Wife pts. 1, 2, and 3" which comes to a total of nearly 16 minutes (barely being beaten out by The Tain EP). It's clear that The Decemberists are not going to stop producing some of the best music of our times. Whether they ever get the credit for it the deserve or not. Seriously. Buy it. In a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-115668017277705760?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/115668017277705760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=115668017277705760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/115668017277705760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/115668017277705760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2006/08/crane-wife_27.html' title='The Crane Wife'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-114153841131386003</id><published>2006-03-04T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:00:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of the 2005</title><content type='html'>I know that no one reads this blog. &amp; I never update it. But I have thought about which albums I think deserve to be considered the best music of 2005. And This is my stupid list. It's more for myself than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Skubic's Favorite Music of 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00070Q7VY.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00070Q7VY.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Hold Steady - "Separation Sunday"&lt;br /&gt;14. Okkervil River - "Black Sheep Boy"&lt;br /&gt;13. Art Brut - "Bang Bang Rock and Roll"&lt;br /&gt;12. Antony &amp; the Johnsons - "I am a Bird Now"&lt;br /&gt;11. Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - "Andrew Bird &amp; The Mysterious Production of Eggs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0007W22IE.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0007W22IE.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sage Francis - "A Healthy Distrust"&lt;br /&gt;9. Buck 65 - "Talking Honky Blues"&lt;br /&gt;8. The New Pornographers - "Twin Cinema"&lt;br /&gt;7. Wolf Parade - "Wolf Parade"&lt;br /&gt;6. The Mountain Goats - "The Sunset Tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000AOJHZA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000AOJHZA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The National - "Alligator"&lt;br /&gt;4. The Lucksmiths - "Warmer Corners"&lt;br /&gt;3. Sujan Stevens - "Illinois"&lt;br /&gt;2. The Decemberists - "Picaresque"&lt;br /&gt;1. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - "Clap Your Hands Say Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Fifteen great albums from the year 2005, there were a few good other ones. But I limited myself to 15 GREAT ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-114153841131386003?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/114153841131386003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=114153841131386003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/114153841131386003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/114153841131386003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-of-2005.html' title='Best of the 2005'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-113252786532847790</id><published>2005-11-20T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:04:25.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Out the Wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.queticofoundation.org/gallery/wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.queticofoundation.org/gallery/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to notice a trend of badass bands that have a heavy influence from our friend the &lt;a href="http://www.naturalworlds.org/wolf/history/wolf_history.htm"&gt;Canis Lupus&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the most obvious, Wolf Parade, they have a great sound and are direcly named after our furry friends. Listen to &lt;a href="http://72.1.140.201/downloads/free/Shine_a_Light339.mp3"&gt;Shine a Light&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, We Are Wolves, coming out of Montreal these three post-punks are slowly building up some serious street cred. Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.wearewolves.net/waw/media/We_Are_Wolves-Vamos_a_la_playa_high.mpg"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie "Prince" Billy &amp; Matt Sweeney named an album after a "&lt;a href="http://www.dominorecordco.com/site/index.php?page=releases&amp;releaseID=558"&gt;Superwolf&lt;/a&gt;" it is no "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000066HI4/102-0548778-8564142?v=glance&amp;n=5174&amp;n=507846&amp;s=music&amp;v=glance"&gt;I See a Darkness&lt;/a&gt;" but it's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are all those individual songs dedicated to the glorious Lupus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Prez "&lt;a href="http://app2.sonymusic.com/sme/master/otr/realmediafile/0,0,8176436_0_30474228,00.ram"&gt;Wolves&lt;/a&gt;" from "Lets Get Free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themountaingoats.net/"&gt;The Mountain Goats&lt;/a&gt; "Up the Wolves" from "The Sunset Tree"&lt;br /&gt;Buck 65 "&lt;a href="http://hd-t510cl.privatedns.com/~admin85/audio/secrethouse/youngwolf.m3u"&gt;Blood of a Young Wolf&lt;/a&gt;" from "Secret House Against The World"&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power "Werewolf" from "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00007JVBI/102-0548778-8564142?v=glance&amp;n=5174&amp;n=507846&amp;s=music&amp;v=glance"&gt;You Are Free&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com/index_flash.html"&gt;The Fiery Furnaces&lt;/a&gt; "Wolfnotes" from "Blueberry Boat"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/clipserve/B000092ZYX001014/1/ref=mu_sam_ra001_014/102-0548778-8564142"&gt;Wolf at the Door&lt;/a&gt;" from "Hail to the Thief"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are many more songs and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/aidswolf"&gt;other bands&lt;/a&gt; influenced by Mr. Canis, but I do not feel like nor have the time to search from them. "&lt;a href="http://www.michaeljackson.com/lofi/thrillerpopup.html"&gt;OWWWWW!!!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855991-113252786532847790?l=skubic448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/feeds/113252786532847790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855991&amp;postID=113252786532847790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/113252786532847790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855991/posts/default/113252786532847790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skubic448.blogspot.com/2005/11/bring-out-wolves.html' title='Bring Out the Wolves'/><author><name>Skubic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615417326472212962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P9A8gghpXg/SPEKq5cfz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XdC8kZgWvck/S220/Bounce+House.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855991.post-113247769868155010</id><published>2005-11-20T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:56:44.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested Development Receives Death Penalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/050216/050216_arrested_dev_hmed2p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/050216/050216_arrested_dev_hmed2p.hmedium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Arrested Development is being given the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/11/11/television.shows.reut/"&gt;axe.&lt;/a&gt; That is a shame in my opinion, just because the American public is more focused on the excellent reality shows (Blah) and awesome dramas (Err?) that seem to be taking over the air, there is a need for show such as Arrested Development. They may have a small fan base but it's a devoted one, look at the &lt;A Href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000A9QKRI/102-0548778-8564142?v=glance&amp;n=130&amp;n=507846&amp;s=dvd&amp;v=glance"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; they are prefect. This is unfortunate because it is one of the best shows on TV right now (next to The Daily Show, Family Guy, and Scrubs), perhaps they will pull an other Family Guy and realize that they have made a huge mistake and bring it back in a few years. 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