This Time It's Personal

Trying to sneak in a quick one while the baby sleeps, while the wife sleeps, but I keep getting caught up in watching the leaves falling outside. I keep closing my eyes to the simply strummed acoustic guitar of Mr. John Darnielle.

I feel that a lot of lately has been grasping at feelings and trying to put words to it; poor, clumsy words. I feel like everything is ripe with meaning and my head starts to spin trying to fit the meaning with the lesson; spins with trying to create a lesson. I feel this strange dichotomy of striving for more and absolute contentment with where I’m at and what I have; who I am. I feel like I’m taking on the season, I feel a dormancy coming on, a hunkering down, but below that the stirring of something yet unknown getting ready to burst out a bit down the road.

Without a show coming up on the near horizon, I feel this sort of useless wave coming over me. I think about all the free hours coming my way and I fear them a bit; I worry there will be no excuse to not use them well. I worry that there may be no show past the bit of horizon that I can see.

Thinking of previews that I’ve seen of direct to video releases and just how awful the acting is. I wonder if I sound as stilted and awkward when I do what I love. I think about those mid-line actors who aren’t horrible, but never make it to the pantheon of critically acclaimed or relevant enough to adopt an impoverished minority child; actors who make a good living making awful films. Let’s say the actors who made Jaws The Revenge.

Hold up for a second, some of the actors in Jaws The Revenge aren’t the type that I’m talking about, some of them were awful – porn worthy.

Jaws The Revenge is miserable, it’s awful and somewhat of a testament to what passes as a studio film. I will sit through some awful shark movies, I have sat through some awful shark movies, and the most recent of these was Jaws The Revenge.

Problems? Aside from the afore mentioned porn acting, there is the idea that a shark has taken it upon itself to stalk the family of the police chief who killed a great white in the first Jaws film. There’s the idea that said shark would go so far as to follow the family to the Bahamas where the water is too warm for a Great White to live. Let’s forget for a moment that the shark knew to go from New England to the Bahamas as if in a scene trimmed from the director’s cut, the great white had snuck into the Brody household to hack onto their personal computer and pull up their travel itinerary with those shifty, bad guy eyes before jumping back into the Atlantic. Hang on, I’m not done. There’s the shark itself who sometimes looks like a plastic chew toy in a miniature tank, and sometimes when it’s leaping out of the water (which is quite often), looks a lot like the awfully phony shark that scares tourists at Universal Studios.

Stir in the main heroine having sepia toned flashbacks of moments she was not there for, add a dash of shark EXPLODING when it is rammed with the prow of a boat, and top with a liberal dose of stealing the exact footage of the sinking carcass of the shark from the first film and you have a recipe for one big pile of celluloid crizzap.

Do I recommend it? Enthusiastically, with a twelver and friends who crave this sort of thing. Will I watch it again? Try and stop me.

I’m really unsure how I got here…


Rocktober song of the day: “Beginning To See The Light” by The Velvet Underground