The List for 8/21/09!

It's 20 minutes til Inglourious Basterds starts. It's about 5 minutes to the movie theatre from my crib. I'm starting a blog about what movies I'm gonna see this week. Even as I type these words I can't decide whether to throw whatever clothes are hanging off the back of my chair and run out the door or sit here, finish typing, and fall asleep to the soothing sounds of Jordan Palmer throwing a lame duck pass to some fifth-string wideout who'll probably be buttering my popcorn next week. These are the tough daily decisions I have to struggle through. Pity me.

It's actually a really quiet week for movies since nothing wants to compete with Tarantino. It's not like the guy's a box office juggernaut, but whatever. They're doing me a favor. I got some catchin' up to do.



Tarantino describes Inglourious Basterds as a "spaghetti Western with WWII iconography". I don't care. I love spaghetti Westerns as much as the next guy and I'm a sucker for a good war flick, but this shit just looks like fun. I might suffer a few nightmares over Eli Roth's demonic smirk as he bashes Nazi heads in with a baseball bat, but that's what I've got my Spider-Man nightlight for.

Random thought: I have a sickening feeling that the Patriots are gonna match or exceed what they did in 2007. And Lawrence Maroney looks slower than molasses in winter.



If you need proof of just how slim the pickings are this week, you need look no further than the above graphic. Captain Abu Raed is a Jordanian film about a janitor who finds an abandoned pilot's outfit, and then proceeds to fool people into thinking that's his profession. Don't get me wrong, the trailer for this looks good and i genuinely want to see it. But on a typical week it'd be somewhere near the bottom of my list. It's the first film to be produced in Jordan in nearly 50 years, and kicked a ton of ass at Sundance, so maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. If you're interested, the Captain's flight plan only runs through Landmark E Street in the DC/Metro area.

What Else is Out There?



I caught Cold Souls on Monday, but I've got a Meetup on Sunday to see it with the gang. Think of it as a poor man's Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. If you could sell your soul to relieve your stress, would you do it? In the world of Cold Souls, selling your soul is the new hip thing to do. You can even buy someone else's soul. I know if could buy somebody else's soul it'd be a pretty God damn easy pick to make: Arn Anderson.

Random thought: Big Brother After Dark should do us all a favor and cancel itself once the house dwindles down to less than 6 players. Right now they are watching someone sleep. It's boring as hell. Back to football.

Holdovers from last week include the Rose Byrne starring romantic comedy, Adam. And there's a possibility I'll be seeing The Time Traveler's Wife with the Meetup crew on Saturday. But I'm worried about cramming so much girlie schmaltz in at one time. I might need to water it down with a side order of G.I. Joe to cleanse the palette.