It has been pointed out that I currently suck as a blogger. I'll admit it; I've been very lax as of late. My excuse for this weekend was it was too flippin' hot in the computer room for me to attempt to type something funny or interesting or even correctly spelled for that matter.
I'm over at a friend's house right now feeding her cats and using her computer because of the guilt that Jackie has inflicted upon me.
So what's up, you may ask? Not a whole lot, I answer.
I can strongly recommend seeing The Hurt Locker. Kathyrn Bigelow (probably mis-spelled that) is one of the few female action directors out there who, thankfully, kicks ass. The Hurt Locker lets us spend about a fictional month with three members of a squad of soldiers in 2004 Iraq who are responsible for locating and taking care of any number of explosive devices.
The movie is very well done. While the idea of a bomb going off at any moment has an inherent level of suspense to it, Bigelow amps it up through camera angles, editing and often, just sitting with the characters as time keeps ticking away. Jeremy Renner plays Sgt. James, who is THE bomb guy. Renner walks a fine line as he is both full of swagger and compassion. I appreciated that the movie was pro in any direction. It's not over the top pro-military, but it isn't really pro-war either. It's a very specific story about a very interesting group of people. There is plenty to talk about afterwards, but for the most part, politics stays out of the story.
Renner and Bigelow's direction really made the movie for me, plus it's fun to see all the cameos in the film. I won't give any away because there are a couple of enjoyable "holy crap that's..." moments. Just go see the damn movie already.
Not much else going on. Boots and Buttons are gadding about and sometimes stop by as I'm typing to nudge me for some lovin'. Guess I should start petting them.
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