Movie Death

I love movies. If I found out I had a day to live, I'd spend it watching movies. The next 24 hours would be spent in front of the television eating junk food. I have essentially planned out my last 24 hours. I would get a hotel room in Logan with a DVD player and enjoy my slow death.

8:00-8:30 a.m. - breakfast at Rancherito's (bacon breakfast burrito with guacamole and a horchata)

8:45-10:15 a.m. - Sharktopus

10:20 a.m.-12:20 p.m. - The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou 

12:30-12:40 p.m. - order take-out at Indian Oven (lamb curry, naan, mango chutney, and mango lassi)

12:50-2:20 p.m. - John Carpenter's The Thing

2:25-3:55 p.m. - Mallrats

4:00-6:00 p.m. - Star Wars IV: A New Hope

6:05-6:10 p.m. - dinner at Texas Roadhouse (just about anything, really. Texas Roadhouse is fantastic)

6:15-8:15 p.m. - Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back

8:20-10:30 p.m. - Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi

10:35 p.m.-1:35 a.m. - There Will Be Blood

1:40 a.m. - fall asleep and wake up dead. Good day.

The point is (and I swear there is one), I love movies. After all that, I'd probably die of an aneurysm. Oh death, you are a crafty one!

Yes, I love movies. And I would like to keep loving them. But it seems that although the technology to make them is getting better, movies are just getting worse (I seem to have touched on this subject before...). Nothing is original anymore. The only movies you can count on anymore are the bad ones, which I suppose is why I developed a taste for them. In fact, it has become something of a defense mechanism of mine to go into the theater expecting the worst. It makes good movies better and bad movies tolerable. I had to evolve to fit my theatrical surroundings, because I will rarely say no to go see a movie, which had become a hassle since paying to see crap like The International and New Moon (actually, my parents payed for the latter, but like I say, I rarely say no to movies. thankfully, I did reject the invitation to see Eclipse in theaters... only to watch it later on DVD. damn).

Sometimes I think I could do better. The only way to get things done is to do it yourself. Other people can do it, why shouldn't I? Stephen Spielberg is a self-starter. Of course he's turned into a bit of a douche, but he's rich - he can afford to be a douche.

I've entertained the idea of writing my own stuff, but I haven't developed the balls to take that step out of the door into the lone and dreary world. But maybe it's time to get started. After all, what good is it to come to these epiphanies without follow-through?

And just in case you hear about the death of a 20-something male, locked in a hotel bathroom surrounded by burger wrappers, empty Coke cans, and Screenwriting for Dummies, at least you can't say I didn't try.

FADE OUT.

THE END