(Important note: Cruise is out for me after the events of the past year - I refuse to pay for his movies and can't even watch any of the old ones anymore except for "Cocktail," and only because his real-life craziness adds to the insanity of that movie, especially the scenes where young Flanagan sings his poetry or belts out the lyrics to "Addicted to Love" while juggling Absolut bottles. Incredibly, I didn't see my first summer movie until late July, nearly 10 weeks after "Mission Impossible III" kicked off the season. Look at this month: I got demolished in the WSOP the Red Sox are swooning against the dregs of the American League Team USA is quietly headed for another hoops disaster (strangely, nobody sees it coming) the sight of Adam Vinatieri in a Colts uniform makes me want to throw up and the only three watchable shows on TV right now just featured (A) a skanky girl in a cocktail dress crapping on a flight of stairs (B) someone splitting kings in Vegas when someone else had 300 grand on the table and (C) a reality show that might be won by somebody named "Storm Large." I hate August.īut here's something that can cheer me up that's right, it's my annual Summer Movie Review! Suck it up and let me babble about movies for 4,500 words. Did I ever tell you that August is my least favorite month? Nothing ever goes right for me in August.
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