Monday, September 20, 2004

Hey,

These posts are getting really spread out. Having nothing to say is not an excuse. Just look at t'other Craig's journal as proof of that. Will try harder.

Actually, I spend most of my days at work thinking of content. I'm saving some stuff for other times and other uses, so maybe that means this place is becoming Craig's Brain Lite, while the full version requires a $2.99/month subscribtion charge, for which you get everything I think of that is interesting, no pop-ups, and all the full frontal nudity you can deal with before you parents get suspicious about the number of colour ink cartridges you're going through.

I'm actually approaching a milestone, with this being my 87th post, and with several more in progress, I expect to post for the 100th time in the first few weeks of term. I had toyed with the idea of doing a poll of your favourite Frogg Blogg moments, the winner of which would have a sequel made to it as post number 101. I've got other things lined up as part of the festivities, which makes this an exciting time.

Anyway, I've seen films. Go and watch the Terminal, by all means, but don't expect to come out thinking you've just seen a good film. The first half is actually funny and heart warming as Little Foreign Tom Hanks works out how to live in an airport terminal. It's like Home Alone in its inventiveness, sans annoying man-child and impossible feats of human endurance. Tom Hanks is great throughout. The second half involves...the plot. Not good. Love story... so pointless. Catherine Zeta Jones could have not been there, and it would have been a better film. The back story and the conclusion are all disappointing and about as unabsorbing as your brain will allow a Spielberg movie to be before you blank it out like homeless people or an unusual rash. And the dialogue is rubbish.

Collateral is really good, probably the best film I've seen this summer. It's close between that and the Bourne Supremacy. Anyway, there is nothing for me not to dislike here. Well thought out and logical plot: good. Absorbing characters: good. Dark, subtle humour: good. Excessive scenes of wanton violence and cool fighting: goooood. The Tom Cruise hit man character is really great in that it goes above a one-dimensional killer and shows a man doing a job with a clear set of principles, which, as subversive as they might be, are still the principles that guide the character. Same reason I love John Malcovich's Ripley. I forget the name of the actor who plays Max the Taxi Driver, but it was a good performance, an equal to Tom Cruise in terms of performance, which is high praise indeed.

And finally... I spent the best part of an evening last week playing Ad's souped up X-Box. The emulated games are much better than anything Microsoft's twin valve engine mascarding as a games console has ever had specifically designed for it. I was like, wow, I remember playing this on my Amiga years ago, and Ad was like, I know, now watch as I destroy you at them all. Nuts.

Speak soon,

Craig

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