Sunday, July 25, 2004
It has come to my attention that sushi is WAY over rated. To anyone who says sushi is great, I only mention that raw fish is one of the number one carriers of parasites. I have had sushi before and find it not to be "all that". There is nothing spectacular or noteworthy of cold rubbery fish. Sorry. Maybe the kids now days find all the colors fun to look at. I don't know. I just know seaweed is something that should stay in the ocean and washed up on beaches and NOT in my tummy. Maybe once in a blue moon or on Fear Factor or something, eating sushi would be ok. I dunno. I just, I don't know what the huge rage is about sushi. Enlighten me....
Thursday, July 22, 2004
When the lights came on in the theatre, people walked out murmuring comments of disgust. Given, Open Water looked a lot more exciting from the commercials. Everyone thought they showed the best parts and there wasn't really much more in the movie that wasn't seen on the commercials. Although, that's where they were wrong. To any who haven't seen this movie, I advise you to not be quick to judge and that I am going to spoil this film for you right now. First off, from the commericals, forgive me if I'm wrong, but I appeared to be under the impression this couple survives. But they don't. The movie starts with a work obsessed couple packing for a last minute scuba trip. They insist they're on vacation, yet they bring their cell phones and a lap top so they can stay in touch with their work. The wife even makes a point that she has checked to make sure the hotel has internet access... It is apparent when we see the husband call his wife on her cell phone to come out to the car, that they are a carreer driven couple who probably get to have as much contact with each other via cell phones and email. Their vacation was a last minute excuse to be together. So on their vacation, we see them less as career oriented and more as your regular vacationing couple and they turn from business sharks into carefree humans you feel a little more compassionate for. They shop. They spend days on the beach. They walk along the shore at sunset. Although, we once again are reminded about how over worked they are when the husband attempts to have sex with his wife but she's "too tired". Either way, they are on a schedule once again and need to be up and at their scuba boat the next morning at 8:30 am. On their boat we learn they are more advanced divers as they discuss wanting to stray from the group and go off and do their own thing. They sit inside away from the other divers and put their stuff under their chairs before they leave. A very rude and probably drunk and frantic man has forgotten his mask and causes a big hoopla when the guide is going over the rules. He's mad that he can't go diving and is the cause of the error leaving our overworked couple stranded. So not much really happens after all this. We'll cut to the point where the couple realizes they are stuck. They think they strayed from the boat at first and see two other boats off in the distance but don't know which one is theirs. They try to flag them down but it doesn't work. A few hours pass and they spend them bickering and arguing in a dark comedy sort of way. They get stung by jellyfish and think this is the extent of the atrocities at stake. The husband then starts yelling about how its the wife's fault they did this last minute vacation because of her job and she tells him she wanted to go skiing. He tells her he's mad because they paid to do this... they paid to get stuck in the middle of the ocean. After their jellyfish experiences, little carnivorous fish start eating the wife's calf. Either they were venomous, or it was the jellyfish's stings, or maybe just all the bobbing up and down, but she starts feeling sick. She vomits in the water over her husband who is checking to see what was biting her leg. He's not sure but he says it was probably a little barracuda. The two of them take turns occasionally looking under the water at what is below them because they would rather "not" see something than see something. It isn't really too long after all of this or the stings and bites that they have encounters with sharks. Now, sharks are very keen to smells and I'm guessing that when they were stung, or bit by the little fish, or vomiting in the ocean, the sharks smelled and decided to say what's up. They move away from the vomit and bob around in a different location. It seems as if there is a big school of sharks below them because whenever they travel, there are sharks below them, and theres about three or four sharks usually within ten feet away from them at any given time. I appreciate the reality of this movie with the usage of real sharks and no stunt doubles. I can imagine these actors were horrified being alone in shark infested waters. I read they had gotten several bruise from when the sharks bumped up against them and had to wear chain metal suits like the kind you use in fencing under their scuba suits. Anyway, after their several attempts to flag down a boat, they realize they have been drifting and see a buouy not too far off. They decide that the current is drifting them to it so they relax as well as they can while seeing sharks around them on and off. Well, wouldn't you know it, there is a flock of seagulls and that implies schools of fish and shark eat fish and when sharks eat they go into a frenzy and eat everything. Before we get to this, there needs to be a discussion of Caribbean Reef shark behavior. For the most part, they are gentle to divers and will not bite or attack for no reason unless divers disturm them or they feel threatened by them. And up until this point the sharks have behaved in those manners amongst them. There was a part earlier in the movie while they were on their dive that they were even petting a shark. So back to the buouy... Now that they are near a school of fish, the sharks are in a frenzy and are biting at the water in attempts to get fish. The husband has a chunk of skin ripped outof his calf and blood is spewing everywhere. His wife wraps her weight belt around his calf to try to prevent the blood from spreading and they move away as far as they can to avoid the sharks. By this point, our two stranded divers have gone from angry with one another to a sudden concern for one another, mostly the husband to her wife. Night is falling and there is a storm. The filming of the storm was the most effective filming technique I have seen yet! I don't know if any of you have been in open waters at night, but I have and when it is night, your boat has a bright halogen light and that light will only light up about a 30 foot radius. Beyond those 30 feet it's like you're in a dark universe where the world is pitch black around you until the sun starts to rise. In the movie you only hear sound and see nothing but a black screen until there is lightning and you get glimses of the frantic divers huddling together trying to avoid whatever may be out there amongst them. Come morning, the husband is in his wive's arms and has a sudden connection to God that has not been apparent anywhere else in the movie until now. It is as if he is aware of the fact he is going to die, yet his wife tells him to stop it and that they're going to be fine. Yet around that time the day before he was telling her that they would be having a story they can tell their kids and have memories for the rest of their lives... With a new day comes new shark infestations. The husband has probably polluted the water with his blood and no matter where they go, that blood will continue to follow. They are safe nowhere. There are sharks everywhere and no boat will find them. Now around this same time, back on the land, the scuba charter is cleaning out the boat and one of the guys finds the diver's gear under the seats and remembers them and has that look of "oh shit!" We then see the frantic man run to their hotel and the manager goes in their room and it is perfectly clean and not occupied. Then the coast guard and several rescue planes and helecopters go out looking for them. Meanwhile back in the ocean, the husband is silent. There are sharks coming by again. There is this heartbreaking moment where the wife gives her husband a kiss and then lets him go. He drifts a few feet from her upon which she sees sharks start to devour him. This is one of those moments that tries humanity. It is hard enough to let go of someone but to physically have to let go of someone and watch as you accept the fact they are dead and they are not coming back and they are being eaten in front of you. It's just so hard to watch. What makes the ending scene difficult for me is the fact that within minutes after doing this, she decides she's the next and instead gets rid of her scuba gear and drowns herself. She herself has come to terms with her life and has denied God and takes her own life. There is a bizarre comparison with religion and their deaths. The man died a natural death via eating from another animal (a natural death I'll hope I never get!) although that was moreso his disposal. He probably more than likely bled to death. However, when he was coming to terms with his death he had looked to God for some sort of closure to a Christian life, or maybe for help. However his wife doesn't try to ask for God's help or forgiveness, but rather takes her life, which is a sin in the eyes of God, rather than let one of his creatures do the job for him. This makes me wonder if the film maker did this on purpose showing the wife as an Eve, she was the one who tempted the husband to go on vacation, tempted him to have sex and denied it, and allow her husband to stray from the group... Maybe maybe not? While everyone in that theatre took the movie for face value, I think it really did a great job of showing human nature and its changes and phases as man verses nature and realizes that he is not a strong enough force. When you see these busy bodies in the beginning and then see them relaxing you feel bad for them when they get stranded because they are trying to relax and yet no matter what they get stuck in a stressful situation. You really feel for these people and it's hard to watch how easy it was for the wife to let her husband go. The end is very interesting because the wife seems almost like a bad person when she dumps her husband to be eaten and shows no signs of emotional stress when she sees him being eaten after her I love you kiss good bye. It makes you wonder if she was hoping that by getting rid of him she would survive since she wasn't near his blood? And then she realizes that it is impossible. In one way, you feel really bad for her because the day before they had been arguing and she was being blamed for the vacation, and she feels guilty for her husband being bitten, but then did she resent his comments and dispose of him instead of holding on to him? If she knew she was going to take her life, why didn't she stay with her husband? It really makes you think about how you would try to handle that sort of situation and what you would do. There's so many messages about safety and life and everything in between in this movie. I was a little surprised that all those people let the ending ruin the film for them. Hopefully it made them think, or maybe they might have discussed how they disliked it and started to find something they could relate to or sympathise with in there. Who knows. It's not a movie that should be taken for by its surface meaning. It's not just a movie about sharks. And for critics to play it off that way just makes viewers leave it disgusted. Unfortunately, I don't reccomend this movie to others because they too, may be too quick to judge it for what it's worth. I'd advise a more sophisticated crowd see this as it may strike a chord in your heart and leave you with a enlightening conversation about life and death situations.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Let me reflect upon those moments of walking home from BHS in the summer and seeing the heat rising from the asphalt, expecting to hear the first few notes and then "Hot town, summer in the city ...." Yeah. Then out of boredom we'd talk about how Limp Bizkit sucks so much ass and why everyone liked them. All those dumbass stoners and shit. I mean they're probably the only ones retarded enough to find any meaning in such powerful lyrics like "why did it take so long, why? did i wait so long? to figure it out, huh?" or whatever the hell it went like. Katrina's better with song lyrics than I am... she has a robotic computer memory for that shit. I'm not gonna delve into that now, though... We would discuss the likes of what goes through his head when he writes songs and how could he possibly think they're any good? I mean, really now, "I hope you know I pack a chainsaw... WHAT?... I'll skin your ass raw.... WHAT?.... and if this day keeps going this way I might, break your fucking face tonight." Really? Who the hell packs a chainsaw!? Is that like Durst codeword for a sawed off shotgun or something? Is that what he means? Or like, is he all like Leatherface with a chainsaw in his hands... or Bruce Campbell... with a chainsaw taped to his sawed off hand? I dunno. And how do you plan to break my face with a chainsaw? I can understand cut it, chop it, but to me, the word break, usually implies something that is pounded on, like with a hammer or bat or something. I just think the word break has too many connotations of "beat" in it, not so much "cut". Maybe if he said "shread" I'd cut him some slack... One key issue ws that, sometimes he would say random shit, just so he could rhyme. And it's not just him. Rappers do it all the time. Like they'll say something dumb that makes NO sense just so they can have something rhyme. If that's the case, I say, is that one line really THAT important that you need to ruin it by following it up with a absolutely retarded line? If that's the case, then I would guess the retarded line would cancel out the great line and just make it a mediocre couplet or something. Am I getting too technical about all this? I dunno. I know I'm not alone out there in the wide world of thinking Fred Durst is a professional moron.
ETA 1/13/09 11:16 PM - Katrina and I have put way too much thought into the thought processes that go on inside Fred Durst's mind. Way too much thought.
ETA 1/13/09 11:16 PM - Katrina and I have put way too much thought into the thought processes that go on inside Fred Durst's mind. Way too much thought.
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
Sunday, July 4, 2004
It's a conspiracy to get you to switch over to direct deposit. Check it: Scenario 1: After working in Santa Monica and depositing checks there for 2 some odd years and then depositing at the WAMU on Van Nuys and Roscoe, they were holding my check cos they didn't recognize my employer. Ok, so I go to the WAMU I opened my account with and changed my employer info. No prob. Scenario 2: After doing that, I go back to the WAMU on Van Nuys and Roscoe and deposit my check and they want to hold my ENTIRE paycheck for 2 business weeks because I had been overdrawn too many times (did I fail to mention this was due to the fact they held my checks before cos they didn't recognise my employer???) Scenario 3: Ok, if I cash my check at BofA and deposit cash, they won't hold that. WRONG! I'm sorry you've been over drawn too many times and we're gonna hold your cash. THE HELL YOU WILL!!! YOINK!!! WAMU seriously has it in to f y'all in the asses. Scenario 4: I get some random ass bank charges on my statements every now and then. Bank charge $11. Bank fees $7. Bank fee $9. Bank fee for what? I know that as a member of their gold checking plan, I pay $7 a month for free checking. I know if I use an ATM I get charged for using an atm, but dude, those show up as ATM FEE $12 or whatever they rack up to. What's up with these random bank charges?! And oddly I don't want to change banks cos I've heard WAMU is one of the better banks out there. Thats sad. At least it's not like BofA where I've heard multiple people say that large sums of money disappeared from their accounts and the bank had no idea of what it was and tried to say they were taking money out and not logging it.... Egh. But yea... after I switched to direct deposit: no weird charges. No unreasonable holds. No probs. Weirdness.