Well, being in love is kind of like having bad judgement, or stupidity, or insanity. Most times those things are indistinguishable. I mean, you see grown men and women doing things that they normally wouldn't do, or going places or making decisions that are either completely irrational, or else just totally out of character. O sure, it feels great, at least the first time or two, but the same could be said of crack, or at least that's what I hear. Falling in love is easy, though, and unfortunately this gives folks the notion that marriage is easy too. This strikes me as really stupid: At least as stupid as someone thinking they've been bird-watching long enough that flying a plane should be a snap.

 

But aside from the fact that I totally agree with the bad guy about Kristy Swanson and Catherine Zeta Jones, bad judgement goes a long way in this movie, and I would have been more careful bringing up the subject in front of a woman who married Michael Douglas. And I also think bad judgement can be assumed for a guy who wears a skin-tight purple outfit, has a wolf for a pet, and live in a skull cave in the woods.

 

I didn't think wolves lived in the jungle, though. I wonder where it came from. I suppose a couple of wolves could have gotten loose in the jungle and started breeding. Once I saw a TV show about some parrots that got loose in NYC and built a big nest in some transformers in the lights of a college stadium, and they're still there today. If you don't believe that this kind of thing happens, just look at the Phantom's wolf-dog. Or what about that bear in The Jungle Book? Bears don't live in the jungle either.

 

Another movie I saw was The Patriot with Mel Gibson. Mel Gibson totally kicked ass in this movie. But then he kind of kicks ass in all his movies, I guess. You watch the first few minutes of this movie and you think, gee whiz, these Americans sure did hate English folks. It kind of pisses you off, and it's not like English folks aren't already annoying enough when they're not slaughtering innocent people and burning down their houses. But whatever, it's a good movie, and it kind of makes you proud to be an American. Sort of like Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, except that in the climatic scene of that movie, Jimmy Stewart didn't hack Claude Rains to death with an axe.. Well, there is that one scene where he freaks out and goes punching every reporter he sees, but it lacks the impact, somehow, without the hatchet and the blood.

 

It's not that I'm a big fan of violence. I'm not. In fact, I prefer the old-timey movies where they all talk real fast and use all kind of metaphors and repeat themselves and always make sure you understand.

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, you don't really have any idea what they're talking about, but it sounds so cool, and they all sound like they so totally believe everything that they're saying. They can't even just say that they don't care about something without going "Look here, it don't matter one hill of beans of difference to me, see? I don't care, I tell you, I just don't care!"

 

Those old movies were really violent, but not like today. I mean, back then you heard a bang and saw a shadow pass over someone's face, and then they weren't in the next scene; today you would actually see someone's head split in two. I don't think it should be either/or, though, I think there are times when both of them are effective.

 

Speaking of heads, I think Ted Williams really missed the boat by having his head frozen. Either he's going to wake up in 200 years with a robot body, or Michael Jackson's going to buy his head and stick it on a shelf somewhere.