Last week Andrew and I went to see the much anticipated Death Race. We’d even checked out the original in advance. (Oh yeah, it’s bad. And features a young, woman-beating Stallone. And a seductive David Carradine.)
It was as delightful as expected, with many deeply intellectual moments involving a shirtless Jason Statham, a jiggly Natalie Martinez, a lot of metal getting wrecked, bodies getting pulped, and things blowing up.
And some truly awful dialogue. Like, “WTF was that supposed to mean?” terrible, not just cheesy and delivered in a wooden fashion, as is to be expected.
Joan Allen also needs to fire her plastic surgeon. She’s getting that tight, squinty look of having had too much bad work done.
However, if you want to check your intellect at the door and exclaim “Awesome!” many times, this is the testosterone-fueled event for you. And me. 🙂
Saturday I spent up at my parents’ place, partly on baby-watching duty while my parents judged a fair, and while my profoundly hungover brother and friends played in a baseball tournament. (Chad also wore a sweet mullet wig most of the day. Just… cuz.) In exchange I got delicious Eggs Benedict for brunch, and a BBQ featuring potato sausage and more Cumbrae Farms steaks for dinner. (Alas, Gordie wasn’t there this time.) And I didn’t have to cook any of it. w00t!
Yesterday Andrew and I caught the last matinee of Avenue Q at the Elgin in Toronto. A thoroughly good time to be had. Catchy tunes, irreverence, profanity, and profound insights into the human condition… as explored by puppets.
I agree with Andrew that the first half was stronger than the second — more catchy tunes and fun and the pace moved more quickly. Which is to say Andrew and I are shallow and don’t like introspection, and so were uncomfortable with the issues presented in the second half. 🙂
And, of course, it was a dream come true to see The Internet is for Porn performed live. Heh. I did have to explain to Andrew what this “internet porn” is. He seemed intrigued…
The Toronto run ended last night, so you can’t go see it, least not in TO for the time being. However, it is a delightful and somewhat dirty romp if it comes to a venue near you. Leave the kids at home. Srsly.
And after the play, we went for Korean BBQ, as we are wont to do. Nom nom nom meaty. I was telling Dad about the concept on Saturday, and he was quite intrigued… until I mentioned it was in Toronto. Hopefully we get one in KW at some point. We have a place called Korean BBQ, but they cook the food, so no BBQs in the middle of the table, and what fun is that?
After Korean BBQ, since clearly that’s not enough food, we hunted down coffee and a crepe at a place called Cafe Crepe (I think) down the street. Quite tasty. Headed home after that, the coffee keeping us conscious, since a hardcore food coma set in once we got home. I was in bed by about 9:30pm. I know, I’m a wild woman.
And today I am chillin’ with the pupsters and doing laundry while Andrew is once again in Toronto, trying to salvage as much of the Film Fest as possible after getting cornholed sans lube by being in nearly the last box processed. Might I note that there was similar selection carnage two years ago when I couldn’t attend, too? Coincidence? I think not…
Oh, and this? Was my “not busy” weekend til some time in October…