Archive for February, 2004

Big Fish Stinks

Saturday, February 7th, 2004

Last night I had mild distraction of watching Big Fish, an overhyped pile of self-involved schmaltz directed by a retarded poltergeist inhabiting the body of Tim Burton. Engaging performances by almost everyone couldn’t hide the fact that they were inhabiting a vaseline-lensed 50’s world, like Edward Scissorhands but with its tongue lolling uselessly away from its cheek. Big Fish expends so much creative energy being “Heartwarming” and “Imaginitive” that it forgets to be “Entertaining”.

Oh yeah, and I am sick and I have a toothache.

Ow! I got ya!

Monday, February 2nd, 2004

Drive In, Tune Out, Get Ripped Off

Monday, February 2nd, 2004