Okay I broke down and went to see War of the Worlds after vowing not to put any money in Freakazoid Cruise’s pocket (he’s getting like ten percent of the box office). The problem was me and my pal O were at a theatre (The Majestic Bay) that only shows three movies. I’d already seen Batman Begins and she’d already seen Mr and Mrs Smith, so we were stuck with War of the Worlds.
I rate this film an "H" for HATED IT. Me and O both wanted to leave. It was so dark and depressing and scary and tense. A superhottie I know thought it ‘rocked’ due to some fab composition between CG and live action. I’m a slut for plot and dialog myself, so the hottie and I have to disagree on this one. Me and O felt like we’d been through a war ourselves after watching that bad movie and even the crunchy roll at Sushi Sam’s couldn’t cheer us up. We had to rent Hitch to lighten us up. Man, Eva Mendes is hot, huh?
I spent too much time at the pool and my skin resembles tree bark. It’s not a good look for me. I did however read a good book called A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby and an ‘eh’ book called Bleachy-Haired Honky Bitch by Hollis Gillespie who is funny but too lazy to do a little rewriting and eliminate the redundancies out of her essays or columns or whatever they were.
Happy Fourth of July!!! And a happy belated Canada Day to y’all up north.