Your Movie Is Bad And You Should Feel Bad!

I hurt my back playing video games. I didn't realize that was it at first--I was walking out to my car Friday morning when I felt a sharp wrenching pain, so I figured I'd hurt myself walking out the front door. I spent all day glaring at doors, swiveling my whole body to look left and right, before I realized ten minutes into my post-work Call of Duty 4 shoot em' up that I was literally on the edge of the couch, tensely hunched over and gripping the controller hard enough to feel the plastic creak, doing pretty much everything in my power to injure my back. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's what happened. I have no idea why it all struck at once the next morning, but I had clearly gamed myself right into a back injury. On the one hand, I'm 28, but on the other, it's a very, very excellent game.

In other developments, Lizett and I finally watched At World's End this weekend, please enjoy my timely review. Thank Hades that was the last installment. I went into Dead Man's Chest still high on the unmitigated triumph that was Black Pearl, only to be uncomfortably disappointed. Still, if Dead Man was a tepid porridge of mediocrity after Pearl's hot, fresh slice of awesome, World's End was a steaming log of suck. Mmmm, that's good metaphorin'! Don't get me wrong, it had it's moments, it wasn't Bandidas bad. When Sparrow and the Pearl came crashing over the sand dune to the pirates theme I briefly remembered what made the first one so awesome, but those moments were almost completely overshadowed by the seemingly endless stream of deep yet surprisingly boring pirate mythology and mysticism saturating the film. Remember the first movie where the Pearl was initially regarded as a ghost story? As self-consciously absurd as the film was, we were at least grounded in some sort of relatable real world scenario. In contrast, the mundane had absolutely no presence in World's End, so the remarkable seemed at best typical, at worst tedious. Poop for sure.