Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts

One time the church around the corner from us (back in the Walmer Palace days) was doing a free screening of the Passion of Christ. I was apprehensive, because well, it was a church and I imagined they wouldn't be too different from a sleazy guy buying some fancy dinner to guilt a chick into sex. except, instead of sex, they'd want my soul. On the other hand, free is free. yeah I'd take candy from a stranger. So Becky and I went and sure enough at the end they gave a big loooong talk about finding god. they had clearly perfected the art of making it difficult/impossible to leave in the middle of one of their 'talks'. then they asked us to close our eyes and put up our hands if we were ready TODAY, RIGHT NOW to accept the lord jesus christ as our personal lord and saviour. I guess no one did, because he kept emphasizing that it was anonymous, no one was looking.accept him blah blah. It was like he was waiting us out until we relented to jesus just so he get on with it already. i guess a few people finally saw the light. we opened our eyes. then he asked those who put up their hand to please come to the front. a couple people walked to the stage. Then dude called out the 4 or 5 people who put up their hands but didnt come to the front! he singled these poor people out, and made them come up to the stage and publicly accept 'jesus christ as their personal lord and saviour'!
I can't remember for sure, but I probably gaffawed loudly at that point, and that guffaw probably taught that dude a valuable lesson about the wrongness of his actions, and he probably knew never to pull that shit again.

OH! I almost forgot!- I went to the cardio salsa class again tonight. One thing I did wrong was not going high. But one thing I did right was requesting we dance to Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine! I loved it so much, I couldn't stop making those stifled laughter snort sounds. I felt like I was in my favorite movie, Drop Dead Gorgeous (have you heard of it).

Let us revisit some of my favorite scenes from drop dead gorgeous (have you heard of it?)

every year, EVERY year I tell them

and a longer clip, if you are so inclined (the gloria estafan dance is about 3minutes in btw):

ok. that's more than enough

oh my youth

So Head's visit was fabu, of course. After lots of people time, I decided to spend some quality alone time. Went to Bloor Cinema (cheap 2nd run theatre).. they were showing some movie called Bottle Shock about a Napa Valley wine winning a blind taste test in France and shocking the world. guess it is based on a real event, not sure. I was one of about 20 people in the theatre and the only one below retirement age. the movie was so sappy and terrible and clearly made for people who want to feel nostalgic about their romantic youth in the 70's. It got me all depressed and worried that when I'm in my 60's I'll be happily watching movies that spoon feed me stories about the good old days of the '00's. mmhmn that's how it was, I'll think while loudly sucking at my big box of milk duds, things were good then.
I walked out after 40 minutes, just after the zero ambition son drove off to san fran to make something of himself, while the mexican winery assistant (played by that puerto rican guy from 6 feet under) gave an embarrassingly terrible speech about wine making being in your blood, your heart, your soul, blah blah.


It's One Louder, 2008, originally uploaded by 21south.

Things about This is Spinal Tap:
-after the movie, some speaker manufacturers actually started putting 11 on their speaker knobs.
-I heart Christopher Guest and all his movies
-Harry Shearer plays one of the members of Spinal tap. He also does Simpsons voices, so try and watch this without hearing Mr. Burns, Rev. Lovejoy, Skinner, Ned Flanders etc.
-The movie FUBAR is also awesome.



 

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