Forget the couch-jumping, the marriage arranged by publicists, the questionable preganancy, the crappy first sequel, and the fact that Tom Cruise's stardom has been overshadowed for the past two years by his increasingly public dedication to an undergound cult masquerading as religion so it can exploit a tax write-off.
This is still an awesome trailer. Writer-director J.J. Abrams could be doing something really good here. I am beyond hopeful: I am expectant.
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Los Angeles, California I'm a twentysomething white male with ambitions to be a professional film critic and generally spend my days getting paid to watch movies and write about it. I try not to think too hard about how I want to build my life around talking about other people's creations and not mine. A compulsive reader and stubborn cineaste, I take an often contrary stance to my more fundamentalist peers and upbringing by celebrating the pursuit of the good, and the Good, in life, love, art and film. If you watched enough episodes of a few TV shows ("The Hungry and the Hunted," "The Cut Man Cometh," "The Body," "Waiting in the Wings," "Out of Gas," "April is the Cruelest Month," "20 Hours in America," "Colonial Day" for starters), you would understand me completely, and you'd also realize that much of my worldview and philosophical insights are heavily influenced by fictional works/programs, and many of the good things I've said in my life are just a regurgitation of someone else's imaginings. I guess I was made to be a film critic. This Month
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Monday, April 10
Annoyances
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Dan Carlson
on Mon 10 Apr 2006 03:08 PM PDT
Parking meters.
The cinematic oeuvre of Brett Ratner. People who really (i.e., unironically) like Steely Dan. People who think Texas is awesome just because it's Texas. People who think Texas sucks just because it's Texas. Not getting free bread or something at a restaurant while you wait. The fact that it's already 2006 and there seems to be no progression on the hoverboard front. People who think Crash is deep. People who think Brokeback is awesome just because it's about dudes. The fact that my stupid college keeps calling and asking for an alumni donation, when I'll already be paying off student loans until my 40s. People who talk in the movie theater. People who talk in the movie theater. People who talk in the movie theater. The elderly. Mainly when they drive, though really, I'm hard-pressed to find a use for them in most any situation. Rob Schneider. The fact that no one seems to understand that correlation does not equal causation. Knowing that it's probably all downhill from here. The fact that B.J. Novak is only 26 and already an established writer-producer. Makes me feel like I haven't done anything (which I really haven't, so I guess it's not his fault, but still). Nickelback. The fact that you can't get decent queso west of San Antonio. Girls who talk about their cats. Although really, any girl with more than one cat is a red flag. Ted Nugent. People who think Finding Forrester is in any way good, or about good writing. The fact that "Yes, Dear" is still on the air. Actually, the fact that CBS still exists as a network. The fact that every great TV show either is canceled too soon or slides inevitably into crap. "We'll bring you the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, and because we've got soccer highlights, the sheer pointlessness of a zero-zero tie." |
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