<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781</id><updated>2011-11-21T12:51:28.054-08:00</updated><category term='Bolt'/><category term='Ghost Town'/><category term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category term='Eulogy'/><category term='Last House on the Left original'/><category term='2009 movie resolution'/><category term='horror films'/><category term='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><category term='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='Taken'/><category term='Jason Voorhees'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Sylvia'/><category term='Ricky Gervais'/><category term='Hugh Grant'/><category term='Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason'/><category term='The Academy Awards'/><category term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><category term='Locksley'/><category term='Friday the 13th 2009'/><category term='The Oscars'/><category term='Renee Zellweger'/><category term='Bridget Jones&apos;s Diary'/><title type='text'>Cinematic Resolution</title><subtitle type='html'>I haven't seen enough movies.  In 2009, I resolve to watch at least one movie a week and divulge what I've learned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-6755778823023159124</id><published>2009-03-04T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:35:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIDGET!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/499dfa6c478a1408/49aeca0c22910f74/49aec91eae0fe6f3/785fc711/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-6755778823023159124?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6755778823023159124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/widget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6755778823023159124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6755778823023159124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/widget.html' title='WIDGET!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-6105524653018724539</id><published>2009-03-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:06:48.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last House on the Left original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><title type='text'>2/23/09 - 3/1/09 : Last House on the Left (1972)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SawNc7PJuUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rajv9tlGhTk/s1600-h/lhotlori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SawNc7PJuUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rajv9tlGhTk/s320/lhotlori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308632851351714114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the remake coming out on Friday, March 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of THREE Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt; this year), I thought it best to see the original before stepping foot into a theater to see the remake.  Good thing it was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt; On Demand---for free.  (Especially since it's in high demand on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;.)   What is there to say, really?  It wins points for being realistically gritty in parts, but loses points for bordering soft-core porn.  I'm all about suspending disbelief for movies, but there were so many moments in this film where that was just impossible.  I suppose when it comes to horror films, it's gotta be all or none with me:  either make the whole thing so unbelievable that I can forgive the absurdity of it all and go with the flow, or keep it realistic so I'm not questioning the logic behind a character using shaving cream as a murder weapon.  The remake HAS GOT to be better than the original.  If it's not, I'll be really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents made out with each other while they decorated your birthday cake.  Perhaps the celebration of your birth conjured up memories of your conception?  Whatever the case, I'd skip the cake and go straight for the ice cream instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boobs are a key component of any horror film.  Period.  Whenever possible, inform the audience that you didn't have boobs until this year...this provides the audience with context and more empathy when a group of convicts gets a hold of them..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh!  But they were NEW! What a shame..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you become a parent, you will automatically obtain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MacGyver&lt;/span&gt;-like skills in order to go after those who have killed or maimed your offspring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-6105524653018724539?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6105524653018724539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/22309-3109-last-house-on-left-1972.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6105524653018724539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6105524653018724539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/22309-3109-last-house-on-left-1972.html' title='2/23/09 - 3/1/09 : Last House on the Left (1972)'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SawNc7PJuUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rajv9tlGhTk/s72-c/lhotlori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-8067786535027762920</id><published>2009-02-25T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:24:07.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Academy Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><title type='text'>2/16/09 - 2/22/09: The 81st Annual Academy Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SaXebT_LaKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9nvC-GcjBzc/s1600-h/oscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SaXebT_LaKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9nvC-GcjBzc/s320/oscars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306892296729094306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this entry by saying that I am well aware that this is NOT a movie.  But it IS a celebration of movies, and therefore I do not count my not watching an actual movie* this week as breaking my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I actually attempted to watch 3 movies this week, but didn't devote my full attention and/or fell asleep.  And no, blogging about the Oscars is in no way** an attempt to try to cover for myself and my lack of keeping my resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**Blogging about the Oscars is a partial attempt to cover for myself for my lack of keeping my resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into this not expecting too much.  I'd only seen 2 Best Picture nominees, and I was in the middle of doing laundry.  Good thing, as this year's Oscars were pretty crappy.  Of course, for the past few years (minus last year...last year I have no excuse for not watching) I've attended an Oscar party...and perhaps the free drinks and fancy attire made those shows seem better than this year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like a "play-by-play" of sorts, feel free to check out the Live Blog I participated in during the show at: &lt;a href="http://www.critical-end.com/2009/02/22/critical-end-live-blogs-the-oscars/"&gt;www.critical-end.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Logan, Ryan, and the rest of the Live Blog viewers made the Oscars a lot more fun to watch.  (Of course, the French Asian guy was funny in his own regard...but the commentary didn't hurt one bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hawn&lt;/span&gt; now has four breasts, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; killed the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very possible that I do, in fact, have good taste in films.  I really enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire...and it was eating up the competition left and right.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jai&lt;/span&gt; Ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-8067786535027762920?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8067786535027762920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/21609-22209-81st-annual-academy-awards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/8067786535027762920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/8067786535027762920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/21609-22209-81st-annual-academy-awards.html' title='2/16/09 - 2/22/09: The 81st Annual Academy Awards'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SaXebT_LaKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9nvC-GcjBzc/s72-c/oscars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-5042897964836330193</id><published>2009-02-16T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:56:45.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Voorhees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locksley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday the 13th 2009'/><title type='text'>2/9/09 - 2/15/09: Friday the 13th 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZny6BnhKsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O_EDA-zteTc/s1600-h/friday_the_thirteenth_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZny6BnhKsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O_EDA-zteTc/s320/friday_the_thirteenth_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303537114885991106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm going to admit to you while trying not to feel a slight twinge of embarrassment:  So far, out of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; movies I've seen thus far (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read: I'm not counting the Bridget Jones movies&lt;/span&gt;)...this one has been my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, now that I've said it, I see no reason to be ashamed.  It was fun, it was funny, and it made me jump and scream every now and again.  And, for once, the obnoxious audience commentary wasn't really that obnoxious (minus a comment about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vagisil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made early on...ewww.)  But actually, I'm glad I spent 10 bucks on this movie...and mainly because I got to see it at midnight ON FRIDAY the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  That in itself was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, the lady at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; who sold me the candy we snuck in was ridiculous and wonderful...she was like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preshow&lt;/span&gt;.  And I think, from now on, I may just visit her before every movie I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A campy (no pun intended) horror film is not a campy horror film without boobs.  And the placement of boob shots in this version, well, sometimes it's expected...other times it's so ridiculous and out of place that it's epic...in a brilliant way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite characters always die first in horror films...or at least much earlier than I would have liked.  So, note to all of you:  If I like you, and you happen to find yourself being hunted by a masked maniac?  Well, it was nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knowin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anytime a character curses at, yet respectfully addresses, an inanimate object by its name, this does not go unappreciated.  And, in my book, created the greatest line in the entire film &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some might consider this a spoiler...but really it's not...I'm just giving you a heads up&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where the f**k are you, Gun?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, major props to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Locksley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "She Does" appearing on the soundtrack!  Hells yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-5042897964836330193?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5042897964836330193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/2909-21509-friday-13th-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/5042897964836330193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/5042897964836330193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/2909-21509-friday-13th-2009.html' title='2/9/09 - 2/15/09: Friday the 13th 2009'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZny6BnhKsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O_EDA-zteTc/s72-c/friday_the_thirteenth_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-8810596617203367481</id><published>2009-02-16T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:58:26.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><title type='text'>2/2/09 - 2/8/09: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; Taken; He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyMwfZnDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/K09wLpl1e-M/s1600-h/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyMwfZnDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/K09wLpl1e-M/s320/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303536337194425394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the person I went to see this with a warning that it might invoke emotional tears from my eyeballs.  The previews made it seem so poignant and touching.  What a disappointment.  I mean, I did tear up a little, but really...this movie seemed to drag on for ages, with no real payoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl has blue eyes, that's reason enough to fall instantly in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing backwards takes FOREVER.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new-found appreciation for Junior Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyEHCWYrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NzmK3stz-xQ/s1600-h/liam-neeson-taken-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyEHCWYrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NzmK3stz-xQ/s320/liam-neeson-taken-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303536188627772082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoped for:  Action-packed thriller featuring Liam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neeson&lt;/span&gt; kicking ass in new and magically wonderful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got: Not-so-action-packed thriller dealing with off-putting and uncomfortable situation, featuring Liam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neeson&lt;/span&gt; kicking ass for the sake of kicking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with all sorts of post-retirement government high-tech equipment should, at the very least, be in possession of a digital camera when he takes his daughter to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true teenage rite of passage is following a popular band around the globe.  Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is highly entertaining when you include the sentence, "Carrots?" during dialogue about crime lords and illegal activities...&lt;br /&gt;...especially when it's done with a French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyHt3CnUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zShGvx2G4OU/s1600-h/hes-just-not-that-into-you-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyHt3CnUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zShGvx2G4OU/s320/hes-just-not-that-into-you-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303536250588929346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="main-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="main section" id="main"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Blog" id="Blog1"&gt;&lt;div class="blog-posts hfeed"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="7089469478272003562"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/12909-2109-bridget-jones-edge-of-reason.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a heaping pile of dog barf-vomit-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poopoo&lt;/span&gt;.  Holy chimney sweeps, this movie blew.   But then again, so did the book.  It was approximately 8 hours of whiny women, emotionally unattached men, leading up to a typical "happy fucking ending...everybody lives happily ever-fucking-after...wait until the right person comes along...it will happen for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, but if it doesn't, that's okay too.  You're awesome on your own!" What a fucking sucker-punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest moment of my life occurred when, upon leaving the theater I heard a woman utter the phrase, "Oh my gosh.  That movie was SO TRUE!"   (What the HELL?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blatant misconception about women being needy, man-seeking, walking, talking biological clocks.  This pisses me off more than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Affleck&lt;/span&gt; is just scary now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-8810596617203367481?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8810596617203367481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/2209-2809-curious-case-of-benjamin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/8810596617203367481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/8810596617203367481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/2209-2809-curious-case-of-benjamin.html' title='2/2/09 - 2/8/09: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; Taken; He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZnyMwfZnDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/K09wLpl1e-M/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-7089469478272003562</id><published>2009-02-11T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:40:04.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renee Zellweger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugh Grant'/><title type='text'>1/29/09 - 2/1/09: Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLxDAQiPaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tTE62imdyNs/s1600-h/bridget_jones_the_edge_of_reason_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLxDAQiPaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tTE62imdyNs/s320/bridget_jones_the_edge_of_reason_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564745279749538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I've seen this one before too.  But unlike its predecessor, I don't care for this movie all that much.  At first I thought it was because the first time I saw it was on a date with a guy I dated for way too long...and for all the wrong reasons.   Turns out, I just really think this sequel blows.  Especially after watching the two films basically back to back.  I recommend you NOT do this.  There was definitely some logic in play when they released these films about 3 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because an original film has memorable moments that really worked does not mean you must repeat them, almost identically, in the sequel.  I can forgive the repeated moment in the beginning of the film, because on most levels, it works...but as for the rest?  Come up with something new, for Pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ludicrous&lt;/span&gt; to think that after only 4 weeks of dating, a woman would be EXPECTING an engagement.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film does have its moments, like the Thai prison scene, for example.  But overall it felt like the Bridget Jones that I adore was missing.  However, I think Renee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zellweger&lt;/span&gt; gained even more weight for this film than the previous one, thereby keeping her alright in my book.  Also, from now on, I will refer to my thicker sections as "wobbly bits."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-7089469478272003562?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7089469478272003562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/12909-2109-bridget-jones-edge-of-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7089469478272003562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7089469478272003562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/12909-2109-bridget-jones-edge-of-reason.html' title='1/29/09 - 2/1/09: Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLxDAQiPaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tTE62imdyNs/s72-c/bridget_jones_the_edge_of_reason_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-5169033059238077911</id><published>2009-02-11T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:29:17.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renee Zellweger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugh Grant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget Jones&apos;s Diary'/><title type='text'>1/19/09 - 1/25/09: Bridget Jones's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLueOHRMdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2NpViBeWMRE/s1600-h/bridget_joness_diary_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLueOHRMdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2NpViBeWMRE/s320/bridget_joness_diary_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561914320564690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've seen this movie before, and I really do enjoy it.  For once, a good review from me.  Strange, I know.  Although she's a little more "biological clock" than I consider myself to be (for the record, after seeing "He's Just Not That into You" I've dubbed myself "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;-girl" but more on that later...), there are characteristics about her that mirror me in so many ways.  More specifically, her awkwardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be at least one time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; life that he or she will:&lt;br /&gt;1. Show up at a party inappropriately dressed due to not getting the memo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be caught in the most hideous pair of underwear at the worst time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a complete ass of themselves, only to find that there's at least one person on this planet that can appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of folks seem to have some sort of disdain for Renee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zellweger&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe it's that, "I just took a huge bite out of a lemon" look perpetually etched on her face.  I don't know.  But I think, at least in this movie, that's she's alright in my book.  Also, anyone who commits to a role to the point of purposely gaining a lot of weight is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever done with the Daniel Cleaver's of this world.   Sodding idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-5169033059238077911?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5169033059238077911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/11909-12509-bridget-joness-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/5169033059238077911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/5169033059238077911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/11909-12509-bridget-joness-diary.html' title='1/19/09 - 1/25/09: Bridget Jones&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SZLueOHRMdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2NpViBeWMRE/s72-c/bridget_joness_diary_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-7661660455935647761</id><published>2009-01-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:35:26.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eulogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movie resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolt'/><title type='text'>1/12 - 1/18 Eulogy and Bolt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXevNzBhdfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2LRe-arPUTM/s1600-h/eulogy_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXevNzBhdfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2LRe-arPUTM/s320/eulogy_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293892538567063026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not terrible, but I expected more.  However, it was worth the watch for some, very limited, comical moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to suspend disbelief when the twist at the end is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goddamned&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous that you want to slap the writer in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zooey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deschanel&lt;/span&gt;.  Even though this movie fell mildly flat, her performance, in my opinion, saved it.  And kept me watching, when I would have otherwise shut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Romano seems to be incapable of playing anyone other than Ray Romano...although, it's okay.  I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXevSuqvD7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/HadPxJ0E-Mc/s1600-h/bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXevSuqvD7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/HadPxJ0E-Mc/s320/bolt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293892623297089458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, much like my lunch options when I go out to eat at work, can't I seem to see a movie that gives me that "My life will be forever changed" feeling?  Granted, I didn't actually expect this from Bolt.  But seriously...I thought at the very least that I would walk away feeling a little mushy.  I actually walked out with morning breath and drool crusted to my chin.  Yes...I fell asleep in the middle of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, my fondness on the awkward jerky movements of pigeons was so well-represented in this film that I can't give it no stars at all.  Pigeons are hilarious.  Thank God I'm in Chicago...pigeons pigeons everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus drives me nuts.  One minute, I think she's all right.  The next?  I want to give her a mullet like her dad used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest to the fact that hamsters are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;.  This movie captures that, which I wholeheartedly appreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-7661660455935647761?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7661660455935647761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/112-118-eulogy-and-bolt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7661660455935647761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7661660455935647761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/112-118-eulogy-and-bolt.html' title='1/12 - 1/18 Eulogy and Bolt'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXevNzBhdfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2LRe-arPUTM/s72-c/eulogy_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-6926413688854430098</id><published>2009-01-08T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:08:53.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sylvia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinematic Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movie resolution'/><title type='text'>1/5 - 1/11: Sylvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXeqXSnj6II/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ2CXJvjH80/s1600-h/Sylvia_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXeqXSnj6II/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ2CXJvjH80/s320/Sylvia_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887204108789890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted this movie to be better.  Really I did.  So much so that I sat in my little chair, perpetually shoving popcorn into my ever-loving mouth as my mind kept repeating, "Just wait, Tiff...it's going to get good here in a second.  Wait for it.  Wait for it. And...roll credits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy Sylvia Path's poetry, as well as her life story.  Unfortunately, this movie spent about 2 hours covering only a slice of it all.  What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwyneth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paltrow&lt;/span&gt; made me forget she was Gwyneth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paltrow&lt;/span&gt;, and actually had me believing she was Sylvia Plath...so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a story is inherently dramatic, lay off the damn dramatic musical interludes for fuck sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how much of the story was left out, I still have a strange affection and curiosity toward Sylvia Plath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-6926413688854430098?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6926413688854430098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-111-sylvia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6926413688854430098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/6926413688854430098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-111-sylvia.html' title='1/5 - 1/11: Sylvia'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SXeqXSnj6II/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ2CXJvjH80/s72-c/Sylvia_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033625288822151781.post-7892316512935001319</id><published>2009-01-02T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:50:27.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movie resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricky Gervais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Town'/><title type='text'>12/29-1/04: Ghost Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SWOmkg8g_GI/AAAAAAAAATg/wHCGxPQUEYU/s1600-h/ghost_town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SWOmkg8g_GI/AAAAAAAAATg/wHCGxPQUEYU/s320/ghost_town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288253533712350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie watched in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, but not great either.  Put it this way, sometimes what you expect is completely different than what you get.  Regardless, there's a special place in my heart for Ricky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gervais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to avoid coming off as the comedy version of The Sixth Sense, simply use "seeing dead people" as a ploy to get people to see your movie...and then abandon the idea for 90% of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you die for a few minutes during a surgical procedure, it's always funnier if you're getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the reason my tooth hurts is because I have bad molar contact.  (See, there is some truth in fiction.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033625288822151781-7892316512935001319?l=cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7892316512935001319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/1229-104-ghost-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7892316512935001319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033625288822151781/posts/default/7892316512935001319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinematicresolution2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/1229-104-ghost-town.html' title='12/29-1/04: Ghost Town'/><author><name>Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/TLR2IiIeG4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bePlqHaSeT0/S220/catmask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SirgYumPrGY/SWOmkg8g_GI/AAAAAAAAATg/wHCGxPQUEYU/s72-c/ghost_town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
