Save Our Looney Tunes!
- Wednesday, May 04 2005 @ 07:44 AM CST
- Contributed by: filbert
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News. Sports. Fun. Life. (And, it's pronounced muh-DARE-ee)
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Will she stay retired? We'll see . . .
Go for it, guys, Scott Savol rules! Woo-hoo! An-Ark-EEEEEEE!
Snap Generations-style analysis: Boomers think culture-jamming is "sticking it to the Man,", GenX'ers just think it's funny.
A Google search on "It Is What It Is" finds a number of interesting sites:
More research is obviously required into the origins of "it is what it is" as a cultural meme. Anybody got some grant money laying around? I'm up for it.
Zeke runs a blog so titled.
So does Alaskagirl (sadly somewhat stale).
A set of John Barlow (Grateful Dead) lyrics has that title.
It's rapper Jay-Z's favorite saying.
A movie. Anybody seen it? Know what it's about?
A song by Usher.
Anything with it's origin associated with Fonzie of Happy Days should continue to be propogated.
So, with that utterly extraneous intro, I present for your reading pleasure the CNN.com article discussing thirty states which are investigating Blockbuster over their "End of The Late Fee" marketing gimmick. The hell you say!
And, the ending. Oh, the ending. If you don't want to be spoiled, stop reading here.
Spoiler warning.
Last chance.
OK, here's the "surprise" ending. The boxer girl Maggie has finally reached the World Championship match. The current World Champion is the queen of dirty boxers. After the bell rings for round #2, Maggie turns and goes to her corner, is sucker punched by the champ, falls into the upturned stool, and breaks her neck, leaving her a quadraplegic. OK, I'm still with the movie at this point. I'm asking myself, how is Clint going to make this good? Well, the short answer is, Clint doesn't. After forty-five excruciating minutes (but not for the reason Clint wanted, they were just s l o w), Clint decides to send Maggie to the great beyond. Takes off her breathing tube, then squirts her with a syringe full of adrenaline. Then Clint just vanishes. Goes away. That's it. End of movie. Roll the credits. Collect the awards. Feh.
I'm not that worked up about the whole euthanasia thing, really. It's just that this movie is so slow and ham-handed in how it approaches the final coup de injection that all emotional punch is lost well before the final moment. Sorry, critics, this is just bad movie-making. Bad. Bad, do you hear? BAD!