A History of Evil

No country

I really liked No Country For Old Men. The title fits perfectly. Its not a movie for old men either.

The movie theater was filled with retirees out so see this movie that just won the Oscar for Best Picture. Once the movie was over I heard lots of grumbling about the movie. "They didn't get it." "It wasn't any good." "The end didn't make sense."

Just because you didn't like a movie doesn't make it bad. You should figure that if a movie won an Oscar these days its probably not going to be entertainment. It was brilliant. The dialog was great without sounding like it was trying to be cool. (see Juno) The characters were wonderful. The acting was amazing. The set design was engrossing. Did it have a happy ending? Are you kidding me? It would have ruined the movie. There is no real wrapping up of the plot, but life's plots don't resolve themselves either. It just ends. I was surprised when it ended where it ended. It was brilliant. Brilliant where THERE WILL BE BLOOD was pretentious and Sweeney Todd was boring. (you could reverse pretentious and boring in that last sentence as far as I'm concerned.)

I loved the movie and I think it defiantly deserved the Oscar. Not that I would recommend it for a fun day at the movies. If you want that go see Juno.

Lols

I just found this on digg.

Tres funny. (I don't know French.)

My fav is the guitar hero.

Oh did you know I rock it? Yar, I'm one of the losers who can beat almost every song on Expert. Although I haven't played in a couple of weeks...bye ;)

Moves

I think I've decided to pretty much abandon my old journal. I don't really like it anymore. I think I've out grown it. I never really have anything interesting to write anyway.

At the moment I'm watching the Oscars. Apparently Cate Blanchett is pregnant, either that or she's trying to set a new bar in fashion. I'm really enjoying this year's Oscars, I like the retrospective they show of the past 80 yrs. I was, until Jennifer Hudson got on stage, she's no actress. She can't even read the teleprompter without falling into a really poor vocal pattern.

I wonder if I'll ever sit in that audience. I wonder if I'll ever be nominated. I wonder if I'll ever win. I wonder if I'll ever actually start. I wonder if I'll get into gradschool. I really hope so. I wonder if I'll ever get over myself.

I've got a ton of ideas and no idea how I'll get them out right. I don't know where to start. I don't even have a name for my first chick. The singer...ok, I was distracted.

Oh, schiessa. I'm not that good. What the hell am I doing?