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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
6:39 PM It's a Shame About Ray I somehow seem to have missed out on all the good films over the past few years, and have therefore missed out on the acting talents of Jamie Foxx (are two x's really that necessary?). Almost anyway, I did manage to see Jarhead and he was cool in that. But I've not seen or Collateral or Miami Vice. Flicking through the tv guide I noticed his big hit Ray Charles was on the box, so I naturally cancelled all my plans (which mostly would have involved spinning around in my chair and flicking through the Wickes catalogue) and sat down to watch it. I had high hopes, and I've got to say, Ray Charles did NOT disappoint. It was about some guy called Ray Charles who played on the piano and sang songs. I think he was diabetic because he kept on injecting himself with medicine, and he had about twelfty women on the go at once; what a total playa! That's about all that happened really. Doesn't sound great, but it was a good flick. And like all good films there was a clever twist at the end; it turns out he was BLIND all along! All that time people thought he was doing Frankingstein impressions, but in actual fact he couldn't see. The only thing missing from it was the old switcheroo, that bit in a film where you think someone has something, but they have a fake; think the cd swap in Mission Impossible, or the sceptre swap in The Score. There are loads more examples but I can't seem to think of any. Wasn't there a bit in a film where a guy opened up a bag but it turns out all the money inside was just newspaper, and the real money was with the John Q Protagonist? Meh. The point is, the old switcheroo is great, and should be a part of every film. ----- We drew the names out for Secret Santa the other week, and I don't really know anything about the person I'm supposed to get a present for (let's call her Miss K). Anyway, what to do?? I don't want to have to go down the night vision goggles and box of donuts route by stalking her to find out what Miss K is into. Maybe I could buy a generic gift for females, but what? Perfume? We can only spend a tenner so it'd be a pretty awful brand. Make up? I wouldn't know where to start with that. Personal Attack Alarm? Nah, that's just creepy. Trampons? EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW. I'm stumped. Maybe I should just get one of those cards that says "A donation has been made in your name to The Human Fund: Money for People" and just pocket the cash. ----- My first ever solo gig tomorrow. Well, not MY first solo gig; I'm not planning on playing on any instruments and singing or anything. Here's hoping that Camera Obscura play a great set and nobody points and laughs at the saddo that I am. Leave a comment ::
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Oh dear! Your Ray review almost ended up in my needing an adult nappy. My favourite quote: about the diabetes. Well done!
The old switcheroo is, well, old.
Cheers Missy! I take it you've seen the film? I now want to see everything Jamie Foxx has done, and try and guess the twists before they happen.
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