Saturday, June 22, 2002
H'lo all.
Last night we went to see Minority Report. I liked it. There were pieces of it that didn't really fit, so I was sitting there watching the movie saying "Um... what? Did that just happen? What does that have to do with anything??" And it went on past when I felt it had ended. But you know what? It was entertaining, gosh dern it!
The vision of the future (which, I remind you, was not Steven Speilberg's vision. It was Philip K. Dick's vision and he deserves the credit for it) was magnificently conceived and rendered. There was a lot of use of blue lighting and filters, which was cool. There were some really neat effects. There was a big computer thing that Tom Cruise used with the gloves, which was cool. The whole premise of it was cool, although the plot was way more convoluted than it had to be in order to work well.
One thing that I felt was really wrong, other than the not-ending-where-it-should-have bit, was the character motivation. I mean, there was this entire crazy twisting and turning plot, and a whole lot of people got involved. But why did they act like they did? It's never really satisfactorily explained. I mean, all these people who were totally loyal to Tom Cruise suddenly go totally against him. Why did they ever participate so enthusiastically in this crazed witch hunt against him? And then the guy who leads this witch hunt, who the audience can see totally hates everything about Tom Cruise, suddenly wants to help him? And then there's the wife, who divorced him and never looked back, and suddenly loves him unconditionally again? No no no no no. Not working for me. Why do these people do these things??? You never get even an inkling of why.
And there's a really old woman kissing Tom Cruise. Damn, that was totally uncalled for.
But if you haven't seen it yet, go see it. Go. It's visually appealing in every aspect, and you'll probably be entertained by it. It's worthwhile.
Or, you know what? You could just read the story.
O, this is funny. After we had gotten out of the theater, Liz had to go to the bathroom. So she went. When she came out, she had this story to tell:
(as told by Liz)
"I was washing my hands, minding my own business, and you know those hand dryer things? There was a row of stupid little 13 year old 8th graders standing there using them, all laughing. And then they elected like a representative to come over to me and she stood there giggling and said to me "How are you enjoying your central air conditioning?" And I was like "huh?" And then I look down, and my fly was open. And if I was more of a woman I would've poked their eyes out and been like "Shut up, stupid little 8th graders!" But I just said "thanks" and ran out of there."
Of course, those aren't her exact words. But it's the general jist of the story.
After the movie we went to sit in Noah's back yard, since it was warm out. Maura, Liz and Helene did cartwheels on the lawn, inexplicably. Then we determined that Maura likes Tyler, I mean Taylor, Hansen. Of course.
Ughck. I really hate rap music. Hate hate hate hate hate.
What's going on tonight? I have no idea. No. Idea. Whatsoever.
O well.
4:35 PM
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