Sunday, April 27, 2003
Ah. Another one of those enjoyable stretches of time in which I feel like horribly maiming, if not actually killing, certain people. People in general, yes, but certain ones in particular. The reasons shall remain where they are, which currently is the bottom of some of the danker sections of my warm and lovin' heart. No need to pull them up out into the open. Either you know exactly who you are and why you're bearing the brunt of my anger, or you're a very foolishly optimistic person and you'll probably be the first to go.
Ah yes. I do so love nights like this. This is when I especially like reading JTHM comics. At all other times I just like them for the artwork and the humor, but at times like these I enjoy them for their actual content, which should scare the lord-worshipin' merde out of anyone who's ever read them, and will probably confuse the rest of you poor sods in a sinister sort of way. You pathetically uncultured flange baskets.
In other news.
I saw Spirited Away the other night. Good stuff, good stuff. Lovely animation, lovely strange and inexplicable creatures, lovely Japanese architecture which is much cooler than our dull stuff, just a joy to watch. A culinary feast for the eyes, if your eyes happen to be starving for that sort of thing. Even if you think they're not, it's the sort of movie that, when you watch it, makes you realize that your eyes were, in fact, starving for that sort of thing, and you just hadn't noticed it until that very moment.
Also a charming little story, with charming little characters, about a third of whom have clear motivations. The other two thirds have entirely unclear motives and you're never quite sure if they're good guys or bad guys. I think I got it sorted out by the end, but how they expect little kids to understand it I do not know. I'm also pretty sure that, even with the dubbed-in-english version, there were things I would have understood better if I were Japanese. Nuances of gesture, why certain characters were what they were, that sort of thing. I mean, the radish spirit? Was it a radish for any particular reason? Was this some cultural thing I just didn't get? Was 'radish spirit' an unfortunate mistranslation of something that would have made more sense? Or did Miyazaki just decide that a radish was a cool/amusing sort of thing to have that particular spirit represent?
I know not.
But in the final estimation, a very good movie. I liked. Multiple paws up for this one. Go see it if you haven't already. See it even if you're not a fan of all that Japanimation business. I am very much not a fan, but this is good stuff. Miyazaki is the shining beacon of goodness in a sea of apallingly poorly done cartoons.
If you liked Hats for Clowns and all of the getting-stuck-in-yoour-head that it did, go check out the newest Weebl and Bob animation. I'm probably going to have nightmares about that clown, but you get lots more of that great music, so it's all worth it. Hats. For clowns. La la la la la la laaaaaa. I swear, if 'A Hand Washed Turkey' comes out on a CD, I am purchasing it with all possible rapidity. Screw Newbury Comics, we need a Lovely Lovely Records around here.
Weebl and Bob animations are generally inexplicable and often incomprehensible, but they're just so damn good. Also, Weebl's english is so bad that it makes me happy.
Sigh. Going to have a heck of a time readjusting to school-week time. Here it is, 12:40 in the am, and I'm blogging. Monday back in that building is going to be like Hell, only with slightly worse air quality.
Alas. Off to go watch more Weebl and Bob, and then maybe go to sleep. Or maybe maim people. Or maybe study biology. Maybe all sorts of things.