Oh, Well. Hey, It’s Not Friday In California, Yet.
OOOPS. Missed the deadline. Well, it's my deadline, it's mine to miss isn't it. But here I am and to everybody more than 10 hours west of me it's still Thursday (or just nearly).
Not much to say about today. Boring really. Read to my kid for a while. Worked on the potty thing. (She's just about got it down. -- Boy, she is gonna hate me in about 10 years -- you know, for just typing this sentence.)
Diet is going well. Had red beans and turkey sandwich for lunch. (Red beans on the side -- not with the turkey, although that would probably have been yummy, like a turkey and bean burrito.) I had a lovely salad for dinner. Tomato and lettuce and unsalted sunflower seeds and just a tiny sprinkle of bacon bits. Nearly had popcorn with the movie, but forgot all about it when I started the lovely salad. (Too much salt anyway.)
Movie got here. Finally. "Fantastic Four". It was alright. Not horrible. I give it three and a half stars for trying so hard and for having that lovely Dr. Doom. Man! Julian McMahon! Is he awesome or what? The rest of the cast was between "eh" and "meh". Not awful and not really very good. The effects were pretty cool, though. Not as bad as I'd heard.
As far as the acting goes, Miss Alba does a fair job for the depth of her character. (Sue Storm is basically as deep as a petrie dish. ) Mr. Fantastic -- I will not even try to remember how to spell the actor's name ( perhaps he should change it ) -- looks perpetually bemused and acts like he's frightened of his own shadow. (Maybe there is some back story there, but it was not mentioned in this movie.) Give Chiklis respect for carrying around that suit for however long it took. (If it took five minutes he should get an Oscar.) Chris Evans is dead-on as the pretty boy brat Johnny Storm. (If that guy was my brother I'd shoot our mother.)
So . . . Three and one half stars for cool effects, one great actor (McMahon) and Chiklis not dying of heat stroke. Adding half a star for it not being nearly as bad as the reviews would have you think. It's a cool summer movie. (It ain't worth $12 bucks a ticket, but it is worth a $3.00 rental at the nearest Blockwood Busterpants -- or whatever your local video rental place happens to be named.)
Post Script: O. K.. I felt horrid about the name thing. Mr. Fantastic's real name is Iaon Gruffudd. He really should change it. (Who knew the Welsh had such -- er -- umm -- difficult names. )[And why the heck didn't anybody tell me that I had Welsh spelled with a ch, instead of an sh, for all this time?]
Well, that's it for the day. I've still got that story to tell you about yes -- oops -- day before yesterday, now. It's cute, sort of. I'll have to tell it tomorrow as I'm about to fall off my chair and go to sleep. Goodnight.
