Big Bad Movie Day

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This winter, my usually aseptic immune system, has fallen on hard times. Only one month into this whole winter thing and I am battling something like my fifth cold already. Aachoo!! This is very puzzling to me as my home office has but one employee which affords me less contact with the feeble and feverish. I haven’t set foot on a Hot-Germ-Tube (aka The Bus) in years and my personal hygiene habits are deluxe. This should be an equation for a clean bill but sadly it has produced negative effects. Unfortunately, I’m not one to give into a cold, but yesterday my head felt like a heavy Zeppelin balloon with Led Zeppelin IV blasting from the onboard speakers. Work became futile as did anything else that involved coherency or diction. So I left the house to park myself in front of various cinemas.

First up was Bubba Ho-Tep at the Uptown. I went to the movie with Ben-Chavez, Mass Distraction and Urth, who was celebrating his 30th birthday somewhat ambivalently. All were in agreement that this movie kicks much ass. The story of Bubba Ho-Tep comes from author Joe R. Lansdale. The screenplay adaptation pulls no punches. It will rip out your funny bone and gnaw on its marrow. Besides serving up a plate of smart comedy, The film plays effortlessly with issues of mortality, placing larger than life characters in the small depressing confines of your worst nursing home nightmare.

After Bubba Ho-Tep, I met up with the misses and we went down to the Walker for the 2003 British Television Advertising Awards. More good laughter all around. However, I didn’t think this years crop was as innovative as last years selections. Overall though, American commercials pale when it comes to the dry wit and the risks british directors and their audiences appreciate. The whole thing made me want to run out immediately and rent ‘The Office‘.