The Trifecta (Part One)

I'm probably going to have a lot of free time over the ensuing weeks, what with the holidays and all, and seeing as how I didn't get a Wii (despite my father's Herculean efforts in my absence), I'll need some way to fill it. After eliminating the usual (memorizing derivatives, transcribing the Oselund Brothers' comedic monolouges), and the improbable (learning the guitar, making out, doing backflips), I have decided that in an effort to fill at least5 hours of this need, I will see three films in the coming month or so:

-Stranger Than Fiction
-Casino Royale
-Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny

Today I saw the first of the three, Stranger Than Fiction. I enjoyed it. I didn't "fall out" of the movie's universe and start thinking about the real world (hmmschooltommorowonlythreedaysthisweekiwonderhowmuchshiti'm
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concentrateontehmoviedamnitihatewhenthishappens) until about three-quarters into it, which is a good sign for me. Will Ferrel was suprisingly convincing in a very dramatic role, so good for him. Even so, I'm hoping we get to see his belly again in his next picture. Or he'll have a mustache. Or both. The film was very complex and often very pretty and I think it would benefit from multiple viewings.

That said, if I had to choose between seeing this movie again or seeing Borat for a third time, I would hesitate, then watch Borat.

THAT said, if I had to choose between having all the knowledge of the universe revealed to me in a single blinding flash of insight or seeing Borat for a third time, I would hesitate, then watch Borat.

P.S.: The Manly Mustches fantasy congress team has rolled into 3rd place in the Criminal Masterminds league. I'm hoping for a strong showing this next week from purported "ringer" Ken Salazar, who has thus far produced nothing but carbon dioxide and increased sales of cowboy boots.

(P.P.S.: This was the silliest picture of Ken Salazar I could find. It was part of a news story and had a sweet caption: "Colorado Democrat Ken Salazar, with three pairs of cowboy boots, gets ready for his Senate race against Pete Coors." The story had nothing to do with cowboy attire. Perhaps the writer assumed that the Senate race would take the form of an actual footrace, and the Hon. Mr. Salazar was trying to pick out some approprate footwear.)