She’s write…

I need to write. You’d think that since I’ve had almost nothing to do lately, that I’d be blogging more. But, alas, I’ve been doing almost nothing.

We’re winding up the end of the semester. No student I’ve sent to a checkride has failed which is a pretty good record. I’ve soloed a dozen or so students. None of them have died. There’s only one week of flying left, and I’m not sure all the kids are going to finish. Still, we’re running out of work. I don’t think I’ve broken 515 hours yet, which should give you an idea of just how little I’ve been flying.

Things have been changing at work. The chief flight instructor has left as well as program manager. So far that’s not amounted to much, other than the fact that the interim program manager is actually listening to my minor gripes.

The past two days have been entirely weathered out. 1/4 mile vis, mist, drizzle. In general, dreary.

I’ve nearly finished labeling our books with library of congress call numbers. I’ve cleaned. I’ve put the snow tires in the storage shed. I’ve been to one end of the internet and back. I’ve engaged in pointless political discussions. Summer flying starts June 1, but before then, I’m not going to be doing a whole lot. In spite of the fact that we’re running out of work, we’ve got to work tomorrow, a Saturday, for reasons that are too complicated to go into.

Squadron roll call was supposed to be today, but when I showed up, no one else was there, so I guess they postponed it since most people had left on account of the weather. I drove back to work for it simply because Joanna was still at work and there’s free pizza and beer.

I called Joanna to ask when she’d be home, a generally futile exercise. She failed to give me a satisfactory answer, an told me I should make pizza. I told her I didn’t want to, but decided to anyway when I got home. She’s not back yet, and it’s in the oven. Oh well.

With little else to do, I’ve been watching movies as fast as Netflix will send them to us.

The Squid and the Whale was wonderful. It get’s an A, easy. Figures, since it was written and directed by Noah Boambach, the same dude who wrote and directed Kicking and Screaming, although the two movies have little in common. I tried rent Kicking and Screaming, but it seems that Netflix doesn’t carry it. So I thought I’d order it on Amazon, at which point it became clear why Netflix doesn’t carry it. It’s only avialable on VHS. Really.

Let’s see. We watched American Pie, because it has Allyson Hannigan. It wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be. C+

We watched Half Baked because John Stewart was in it. It wasn’t as good as I’d secretly hoped it just might be. But it wasn’t awful. C+

Melinda and Melinda is definitely one of Woody Allen’s better movies. It’s quite literary, written something like a play, but could only be film. And quite funny. B+.

Quick Change is an old Bill Murray movie, which I believe has been recently remade in some fashion. We like Bill Murray, which is pretty much the only reason we rented it. It’s definitely entertaining. B.

Jonah’s back and the Pizza is ready.

More Movies.

I told Joanna that I didn’t really want to see Unforgiven, but rented it for her anyway. What I didn’t remember is that I’d already seen it. Now that I’ve seen it twice, I can state that as far as westerns go, it’s a good one. As for as movies go– I don’t get the big deal. B-.

Boogie Nights, a melodramatic look at the porn industry in the ’70s wasn’t as good as we’d thought it would be. Amusing at the beginning, but thoroughly depressing by the end. C.

The Good Girl is yet another example of how bad a movie can be when people without a southern drawl try to adapt one. Is there really such a dearth of people with southern accents that they need to have people fake it? I make this comment not out of some homesick, prideful love of the South– I really dislike both the South and its associated dialect. Still, if you’re going to insist that your film’s dialogue be drawled– get some real southerners to do it. The movie showed some promise, staring Jake Gyllenhaal and John C. Reilly, even if they had a poorly affected drawl. Jennifer Aniston, however, takes the cake for the worst southern accent since Meg Ryan. I’ll give her this though– at least she was consistent in her awful affectation. To make matters worse, the film wasn’t even set in the South, but in Texas! The accents being affected were clearly patterned on the South, but Southerners sound nothing like Texans. As for the movie itself– the quirky plot seemed promising, but never really delivered. C+. The movie also featured, in a bit part, Zooey Deschanel (Jonah thinks she’s cute), who starred in All the Real Girls. In All the Real Girls she also affects a southern accent, but I managed to get used to it after awhile. About halfway through the film, I found myself feeling quite bored, and the feeling just got worse the longer the movie went on. Joanna didn’t like it either. C-.

After sitting through Boys Don’t Cry, Jonah intimated that I ought to have liked it because it was about lesbians. Only, it’s not in any way about lesbians– it’s about a girl who thinks she’s a guy then gets raped and killed. In response, I rented Kissing Jessica Stein which is an excellent movie with what I think is an exceptionally realistic view of human relationships and which features some lesbianism, but no rape or murder. It’s also made by a bunch of Jews who seem to enjoy poking fun at themselves. Joanna liked it as well. B+.

Finally, we just watched Crash, which I think is one of those few movies that actually deserved to win awards. It offers an intriguing view of just who is an American and how screwed up we are. It simultaneously reinforced and challenged my previously held notions about race. Joanna thinks it’s a great movie and, “People should have to watch it.” It’s one of those movies I think some people will view in a way that I consider incorrect, but still, I challenge anyone who claims patriotism to watch it and think a bit about who we actually are. On a small note, it seems to agree with the immigration policy that both Joanna and I both tend to support (i.e., let ’em in). Some folks have mentioned that the plot is difficult to follow, but I didn’t find it so at all. Because of those comments, I spent a lot of effort early on trying to make sure I knew what was going on (pausing, backing up, etc), but it turned out not to be very complicated at all. Joanna claimed at first that all of the characters are morally ambiguous– but I’ve since managed to convince her that this isn’t entirely the case. I think that many (but not all) of the characters had serious flaws– but I don’t know that I find ambiguity in most of their wrong deeds.

Netflix entertains us, some.

Joanna wanted to see Capote, so we did. I’ve read In Code Blood, so there wasn’t a whole lot new for me there. It seems like the man must have been far more interesting than the movie bothered to portray. The plot was weak at best– Hoffman’s portrayal, while clearly technically difficult, seems to be the only thing the movie has going for it. C.

She also wanted to see Boys Don’t Cry. I suppose that I have a somewhat odd view of movies, in that I’m really not interested in being pummelled with a constant reminder of how horrible our world is. I’m relatively aware of its awfulness, and chose not to stew in it. C-

Joanna had seen Reality Bites and suggested that I’d enjoy it. I did, though it continually reminded me of Kicking and Screaming, a much better rendition of a similar tone, albeit with less kick. B+

We also just watched the director’s cut of Donnie Darko. We’d already seen the original once, which allowed us to taste the movie a bit more slowly and appreciate what I think its creators intended. Many people seem off-put by the plot, which I hardly found confusing, in spite of the fact that I’m easily confused by confusing plots. Generally confusing plots are not so due to their complexity, but rather their lack of continuity and sanity brought on by someone wishing to create a film which looks cool, and as a result, fails to do anything else. My only complaint is that Donnie makes a choice in the end, that much is clear, but it’s unclear exactly how he affected his choice. The director’s cut is a 20-minute slightly longer, better filled-out version– but don’t expect more “explanations”, although I hear many of those can be found in the DVD commentaries, which we didn’t watch. A.

I’m somewhat amused that I’ve rated 268 movies on Netflix. I’m sure this only represents a portion of the total number of movies I’ve actually seen– it makes me wonder how many I *have* seen. And how that number compares with the general population. 268 seems like an enormous number– if you asked me to write down 268 movie titles from memory, I don’t think I could do so. Yet I’ve actually seen far more than that.

Bill Murray

We like Bill Murray.

We recently watched Rushmore, which I’d give an A-. Joanna liked it “a whole lot” as well. Ben should enjoy it, if he hasn’t already seen it.

Next we watched Ed Wood, which wasn’t really a Bill Murray film (he only had a small part), and wasn’t that good. considering that it’s the story of the worst film director of all time, I’m not sure how good it could have been, anyway.

We also watched Broken Flowers, which wasn’t in any way bad. But I was expecting really good. And it just wan’t really good. It’s done by the same dude who made Coffee and Cigarettes which helped explain things a bit. I do like the generally unresolved note of the movie. It has a tendancy to come off as just a slight pompous, which is not a good thing for a movie insisting that it’s ordinary. I’m not sure anyone who reads this would like it, but maybe.

Ghostbusters is coming up next because Jonah’s never seen it. Her parents were afraid that if she saw it, she’d wind up marrying a non-christian. As a result, she’s almost 32 years old and is culturally deficient.

Well, now I supposed I have to.

The 40 Year Old Virgin is a very funny movie. There are lots of movies out there that have a few funny gags, and you sit through the rest of the film waiting for the next good joke. This is not one of those movies; this film is hilarious for all 133 minutes. Even the deleted scenes are funny. When it was over, I immediately wanted to watch it again to catch the jokes that I didn’t hear the first time because I was laughing so hard.

This movie is also incredibly crude. The plot is about sex, obviously, so that’s what most of the dialogue is about, and most of that is spoken by the 40 Year Old Virgin’s coworkers who are trying to help him out, usually in misguided terms that he’s not really comfortable discussing. We borrowed the unrated version, which apparently has 18 minutes extra minutes that had to be edited out of the theater version to duck below a NC-17 rating. As far as I can tell, it’s all the scenes that show boobs. So if you want boobs, get the long version; don’t want boobs, get the short one.

Steve Carell is of The Daily Show fame, though he had moved on to bigger and better things by the time I started watching it. Most recently he won a Golden Globe for best male actor in a TV comedy for The Office. Carell wrote, starred in, and executive produced The 40 Year Old Virgin, but most of the time he played straight man to the rest of the cast (which was superb, especially Paul Rudd, but that’s just because he’s so incredibly fine).

The movie is so vulgar that I can’t recommend it to most of the people I know. But it actually has a good message: it’s okay not to have sex until you fall in love and marry someone.

Actual Fact: In 1976 eight equatorial countires laid claim to the geostationary orbit above their countires as an integral part of their territory in a document called The Bogota Declaration. The US and other Space Age countries have ignored it.