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  A Good Point About Action Films

21 February 1999

I started renting movies again, something I haven't done for years. Not necessarily without reason. So, some weekend media notes:

Blade: Uh. But hey, it's kinda neat when their heads swell up and explode. Yeah. Why do I have the feeling that the comic book would feature more three-dimensional acting?

Armageddon: I never thought that anything would make me look back on Deep Impact with, well, not nostalgia but at least respect. I mean, "He's got space dementia!" for christ's sakes. That was more realistically done on Ren & Stimpy. And really nice flight scenes in space, too, especially the way they swoop and roar like jet fighters. I think I might have enjoyed this more in a theater, just as a sight&sound spectacular. Bad thing about TVs, they focus attention on silly details like writing.

Sliding Doors: Certainly a step up from those two. A sweet film, reminding me once again what a sucker I am for an accent. It's an illusion, I know, but somehow everyone just seems more interesting. Of course, it could be related to a closer average accquaintance with the English language. As opposed, say, to the gentleman who was leaning into the middle of the bar over my shoulder last night. "Like, these stools don't move at all, do they?" "No, they're bolted to the floor." "Wow! Trippy." But I digress.

A clever idea, Sliding Doors. I hope that the ending wasn't meant to make it seem like it had all turned out all right in the end, though I can imagine people might see it that way. That very ambiguity made it seem a little weak, but that's a minor quibble. Gwyneth Paltrow was OK. She's very thin. Sort of like her character - I mean, she's pretty and seems like a nice girl and all.

I don't know. I think I'm just a little disturbed, because here I am watching this film where the two male leads and romantic interests are one charming good-hearted fellow and one overly-eyebrowed spineless wanker, and the one I identify with most is the wanker. Not in the sense of being on his side. Just recognition - yep, that was me, I know that lie. Kind of spoils the sweetness.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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