I saw Batman Begins almost two weeks ago with
Friday night I saw Fantastic Four with Mitch (the roomie), Tom (friend of mitch, from nebraska, 2nd generation japanese immigrant), and Adam and Troy (gay couple, formerly downstairs, no sex relationship). Troy was doing the driving. Some lively political discussion ensued. Troy voted for Bush, probably as a ‘moral values’ thing, and is somewhat upset with how things have been going. I pity the boy. He has a few places of not-broken-ness. I noted the gas prices on the way to the theater and was appalled that they were in the $2.50 range. The speed of their ascent worries me.
As for the movie itself, total fan service. And, ya know, I’m okay with that. Chris Evans (with a nice hairy chest, thank you) naked in a pool of hot water in the snow? Jessica Alba in her skivies in public? A movie centered around showing off their powers? The science here is enough to make me cry, so I just ignore it. The plot that shows up for the first 15 minutes and the last 25 minutes hangs together well enough. Total explosions, skin, superpowers fluff. And I liked it. I expected Miss Alba to be totally implausible as science chica based on the previews and one review. She doesn’t exactly make the most credible scientist, most of the female science types I know are not going to crack a gasket over people using words like the noun “variable” in the discussion of interpersonal relationships, but I was pleasantly surprised. The Thing’s story is told with some depth and sensitivity, he pretty much makes the show, as much as any of them do.
Yes, I’m complaining about comic book movie ‘science’. That’s like two giant steps away from anything resembling reality, and I weep for the future, but so it goes. =)
Torch was fun.
What did you mean by “a few places of not-broken-ness?”
By the way, do you want to pull Mr. Moral Values’s hair out? I can imagine you would want to do that. O:-)
I mean he has his life together in some ways, but in other ways, he’s alone and hurting. And it’s pretty clear to me that alot of it is the struggle with himself coming out and fucking up other pieces of his life.
Sometimes I want to smack him around and yell at him to wake up. Other times I want to stroke his head and tell him everything will be all right. Neither one would do any good, even if I could bring myself to do it and he’d let me. So, I put distance in there.