fine whine

In the title of this ("the horror, the horror...") I refer not to Apocalypse now but to The omega code that I will likely be watching tomorrow. To be fair I had allowed Jessica to pick out a couple videos this time around, and the latter was her choice, probably more to get out of there more than to see that particular movie. But at least it gives me something to write about, perhaps even as I try to watch it. Or, God willing, it might be good and I'll be so riveted to the screen as to not want to get up and, say, gag myself with a spoon after using it to gouge out my eyeballs—an action which had crossed my mind three fourths of the way through Willard but two days ago.

Even watching Repossessed yesterday wasn't that bad, and in fact it had a couple genuinely funny jokes. The two that I remember were the naming of the girl as Nancy (in the Exorcist she was Regan, get it? ha ha ha) and the other involved exercise bikes. You see the two priests were doing a training bit in a gym and just about outside the frame was a kid on an exercise bike wearing turn of the (last) century clothes and throwing newspapers. I laughed and it tided me over at least the next twenty jokes. Why, you may ask, did I watch this "gem", temporary insanity or perhaps a little demonic possession? Neither. I had stumbled across a laserdisc of said movie in the store for a cool twenty bucks and though I had passed it up (the supposed authentic signature of Linda Blair wasn't enough of a draw for the price—and it wasn't widescreen) the temptation to subject my wife to it remained long after I'd left the store. Oddly enough it wasn't available at the library in DVD form but they had a VHS copy that probably hasn't been checked out since the last Bush was in office, and we watched it yesterday. So it goes.

Speaking of the Bushes, I've been paging through the early sections of Dude, where's my country? by Michael Moore, and I can't help but think the same thing I always think about Michael Moore: I don't agree with everything he says nor all his logical leaps and bounds, but dammit I can't help but think that this country would be better off if there were more guys like him running around. He's just looking for the truth, and to reveal some of the insanity behind the curtains of the powers that gosh darn are gonna be whether we like it or not. Joe Conrad and Frank Coppola knew it too and that's partly how the engaging mishmash of Apocalypse now ever came about, though I cannot imagine an even longer version of it though I know that someday I will be watching that very "redux" edition, and probably soon. I already knew war was hell; now I know it's insanity too.