October 25th, 2006

Whale fluke


Unintentional Amusement Moment: the radio just played Jose Cuervo's summer commercial.

I've heard what too much alcohol does to brain cells, but dude. It's not summer anywhere. It might not even be summer on any planet in the solar system.

Yes, I over-think this stuff.
Whale fluke

Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai

There's something kind of beautiful about Forrest Whitaker. I just watched him in Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (remembered recommendation from Matt Kaplan, a.k.a. philly420pdx, a.k.a. The Other Matt Meat (actually, I just made that up)). He plays Ghost Dog: good with kids, good with animals, kills people. OK, I'm down with the first and second qualities. Ghost Dog's a hit man. And you want to hug him. Or just hang out with him and his pigeons, talking about good books or just being around each other.

It's a poetic, quiet film that I'm glad I saw; there's a good vibe to it. (I first wrote "energy," but that makes it sound like a more energetic film than it is. It wouldn't work at a faster pace.) I grooved to the music The RZA made for it; the notes in the flier inside the DVD case mention how his music echoes both the flight of Ghost Dog's pigeons and how Ghost Dog walks. That makes sense. I did want something a little less death-y after it, though, so I put on Norah Jones. Not even her country songs have death in them, at least not on her first album...

Oh, and sidenote: I'm enjoying the fantasy novel Eragon, which Alicia let me borrow. I want a pet dragon!