Super Tuesday Arts Review! (STAR!)
Well, it's Tuesday, and it's time to put something on top of the previous post, one of my more incoherent offerings. In his most recent post Matt describes his fine weekend full of cheap beer and good music at the world-famous T in the park (Including however a rave review for Har mar superstar, a performer who I have heard previously describes as all of the looks of Ron Jeremy, without the class...I shall have to find out about him myself). In honour of Matt's weekend end (with a shout out to those squeaky and now leakly floor of his apartment), and because I have been seeing too many movies lately, I respectfully submit my recent movie reviews:
[Movie Section]:
Whale Rider: Yeah, sure it may be sentimental. It may be more "archetypal" than original, but damn if it isn't the best movie this year so far. There are some breath-taking scenes of the actual whale riding and some powerful performances and weaving of the modern and the mythical. Oh, it's just wonderful and pushes all my "happy" buttons.

Phone Booth: I finally got around to seeing this one. It was alright. A good concept that died a slow and agonizing death during the course of the movie, which was much longer than I thought it would hold up. Ending was stupid, but what can you expect.

28 days later: Wicked feast of a movie. Less jump out of my seat scary than I was expecting (I'm a big sucker for things jumping out of dark places) but more interesting too. I liked the vomiting blood and the zombies themselves were just so horrifyingly terrible (and sympathetic in an odd way).

Animatrix: Although certainly enjoyable and very well done, I think that these short backstory fillers spoiled a little of the matrix universe for me. Specifically, the short about the teenager who feels "alienated" like there's something "wrong with the world" and he thinks that his "dreams are more real than reality." True, not breaking the Matrix rules, per se, but it makes it seem like the adolescent solipstic fantasy that it is. I've been thinking about solipsism a lot recently as I am temporary missing my glasses which forces me to have breakfast in almost complete blindness until my eyes will accept the wearing of contacts. There's nothing quite so much like not being able to see the world as an aid in believing that there's nothing else to the world.