Is the entire galaxy of interwebs broken? I click on a blog comment link to leave my piece of digestible wisdom, and what do I get, but Blogger spitting in my face. Click to check to see whether my gene mutation vs. gene heredity post on MonkeyFilter has been flamed and I discover the whole dang site’s been pulled over by the bandwidth cops (at least, it’s what I presume–I’ve had several run-ins with the law myself regarding excessive traffic). Don’t worry, I didn’t put on the brakes, like every other idiot who sees a cop pulling someone over (duh, they’ve got their catch of the moment–you’re free and clear, jerk). I drive by at my normal operating speed and head over to the ever reliable IMDB and download screen covers for the latest films I’ve just tossed sixteen bucks to.
That’s right, it’s movie review time once again here at the Fringe–long, ponderous, meandering, often pointlessly erudite–I once read a comment on someone else’s blessed site regarding my reviews saying, and I quote, “…poor guy, I wonder how long he’s been writing those long-ass movie reviews.” Believe me, I was touched, as if by an angel of flatulence. But I forge ahead.
And I offer you three reviews. And if at any time you notice my head asploding, don’t worry. Happens every beginning of summer, when the fertile fields of Hollywood produces a sweet crop of movies more numerous than a farmboy like me deserves. Enjoy, my pretty little pets…