Yesterday, while walking home from the library, a bird tried to land on my head. Three times. It was like a scene out of The Birds, only with just one of them. What the heck was that about?
Tonight I saw X-Men 3, which didn’t suck as much as the internet reviews made it out to. I think professional movie reviewers forget that your average movie-watcher will be perfectly happy with a decent plot that noticeably advances, believable enough acting without over-emoting, special effects that don’t look like the computer animation from VeggieTales, and humor that doesn’t confuse socially offensive with funny.
…Actually, your average movie-watcher would put up with a movie that didn’t have any of those things so long as someone attractive flashed a boob. In my case, however, I want all those things in the movies I watch, and am happy when they’re in there and annoyed when they’re not. In the case of X-Men 3 the plot was decent, the acting was decent, the special effects were entertaining, and the producers are retarded if they don’t make another sequel. And don’t worry about killing off more characters; there are plenty of mutants to replace ’em with.
That’s what the X-Men comic books are all about: Replacements. You write a bunch of comic book superheros, each with a superpower or two to keep ’em interesting, put them in a book and let them percolate among the fans. The more popular ones get their own books and leave—to be replaced by more new mutants. The less popular ones turn evil (and thus become more interesting) or get killed off or disappear or something. Once the popular ones become boring, rotate in the new mutants. The fans keep reading, the money keeps pouring in, and everyone’s happy.
Tomorrow I have to buy clothes. I hate shopping for clothes. It’s gotta be done, though. Hope no more birds attack.