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Delirium (di lir` iem) n. a condition of the mind, as during insanity, in which one is restless and keeps thinking and talking wildly.
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September 28, 2005

The Final Cut Review

I should be studying so what do I do? I post a movie review. Anyway, "Final Cut" is Robin William's latest attempt to be dark and mysterious. The premise reminded me a lot of "One Hour Photo" which was an ok movie. I figured a bit more of a sadistic Mork would be ok so I checked out Final Cut (actually, I swear someone recommended it but I have yet to remember who).

The movie is set in the not to distant future. A world where rich parents can get memory chips implanted into their kid's head. The only point to these chips, as far as I can tell, is to record the person's life so they can have a really cool funeral (called a "Rememory"). However, certain groups don't like the chips or the "cutters" who produce these groovy death movies.

Without spoilers (I'll add one later) the movie grapples with deep issues. Would we do things differently if we knew someone would some day watch our lives? Is it right to have "big brother" watching us?

The chips can only be accessed after death and the "Cutter" generally is the only one who sees the really bad stuff, saving the person for how others want to remember them. Is it right for people to be shown how to remember us? For someone to edit our lives?

As the movie is grappling with these issue and you come to realize (and Robin Williams, a cutter, comes to realize) the chips are bad. We should live our lives and not worry about how we are to be remembered. People shouldn't mess with our memories. They're ours the movie screams at us!

Then the movie screws up it's own premise. Next is the spoiler kiddies.

Robin Williams is haunted by a memory of a boy he thinks he killed when he was younger. He's been dealing with the issue all of his life. He finds out he has a memory chip through a series of events too boring to write about. At this point you're saying "ah, movie. I see where you're going. Someone is going to find out he killed the boy and it's going to ruin his life. He'll end up in jail. He would have been better off without the chip. Thanks movie for sticking with your point!" HA. You'd be wrong. The movie is just messing with you.

Instead he insist he risk his life to see his chip while he's still alive (apparently very dangerous for some reason) and finds out he is innocent and actually tried to save the kid. In the end, he dies but he dies happy knowing that he didn't do the thing that haunted him. So, the chips are good. . .eh? Maybe I should go get one.

The end is almost ironic because it shows them making a "Rememory" for Robin Williams and most of his life is pieces of other people's lives. I guess the point of the movie is that memory chips are great and we should live our lives instead of watching others live theirs. So, that makes me wonder what all the big deal about him blocking his memory chip and the people who hated the chips and such were all about. What about the guy that molested his kid and how he was made to be a great person in his rememory? All of that was thrown in there to throw us off the "memory chips are great! We should all have 'em" theme?!

Basically, the entire movie was pointless.

Posted by vixen at 12:32 AM | Comments (0)

September 25, 2005

Heh (email)

I normally don't read forwards, I don't even look at them. Normally I just delete them. This one had "Thank You" and it was from someone who I know so I read it a bit. It's actually funny.

"Subject: Thank you all!

At this time of year, I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me e-mails over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Because of your concern:

I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number which will connect me with Singapore, or Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat prepackaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me grey.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub filled with ice.

I no longer have any sneakers --but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus (aka "Needless Markups") since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (I don't remember that in the Bible.)

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about die in the hospital for the 1,000,000 time!

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes, I want to thank all of you soooo much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM (CST) tomorrow, and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician! "

Posted by vixen at 12:11 PM | Comments (0)

September 02, 2005

God is pissed . . .

I'm not going to be all, "The end is near" because I don't really believe that. I do believe that God, in whatever aspect you think of Him, is pissed at us. He's kicking ass and taking names.

How do we respond when God gets pissed? Let's get all our American celebrities together to sing! That's right, let's turn this awful moment into a time where celebs can primp and preen, buy some new clothes and get some good PR. Heck, maybe someone will write a song (like "Freedom") about it.

Is it any wonder God is pissed at us? If you have to ask yourself, "Why, god? Why?!" Just turn on the TV and you'll see Lindsey Lohan talking about how sad she is with Eric LaSalle and say, "nevermind God. I get you."

Posted by vixen at 08:31 PM | Comments (1)