What a loser!

So I have nothing exiting to report, and I used to have a plan to write a movie review website, it was going to be called drewsreviews.com, but somebody else did it, and I never thought of another name, so never followed through on the movie review idea, which is fine since there are any number of movie review websites out there, and this run on sentence is really getting spectacular, so I’m going to continue it by saying that as I am entering a really boring period of my life, in which I am attempting to cut out the many medications which for the past 4 years I have utilized to find peace and serenity in this very sane world of ours, I find it appropriate here to suggest three movies that I have seen recently which finely entertained me and offered brief distraction from my craving for wine. The first of these films was The Wrestler, starring a very buff, puffy faced, 56 year old Mickey Rourke as a washed up wrestler (as you may have guessed) who, like the insane alcoholic who keeps going back the seed of his destruction, cannot seem to break out of his pattern of behavior even when the redemptive power of love is staring him in the face. Sometimes we just can’t seem to say no to those fireman boots! The second film on my distraction list is Slumdog Millionaire, which I think has gotten enough attention to make any sort of summation pointless, but is worth mentioning anyway because it’s a beautiful, very well made movie, even though Danny Boyle’s nod-to-Bollywood dance scene finale was a bit retarded, and added nothing to the potent themes of the film. The number three film on my list, which may have been the most intense of them all, I just saw this evening after one of those secret basement get-togethers for jaywalkers, and was Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino. I saw the advertisement for this movie and it made me laugh. Watching an old man Eastwood with his most potent angry smirk and gruff, grumpy, glare, was enough to make me want to see the movie, yet it still took me three nights of making plans to go see it, to finally get there, and it would be an understatement to say that it did not disappoint. I got plenty of laughs throughout because Clint’s character was so outrageously blunt in his racism, yet the further into the film we got, the more was revealed about the American melting pot being more of a salad bowl with all the different colors retaining their own flavor, potency, and idiocy. If ever a bad motherfucker could play deep chords on our heart strings it was Walt Kowalski, Eastwood’s hard-edged, hard-assed character who is wrenchingly revealed as a poster of humanity and virtue next door to beautiful and loving Hmong hill tribe neighbors, and a bunch of assholes of every color. This movie has a lot to say about the misshapen values of today (which is not to say that what we should be going for is to be found somewhere in the past). So go see those movies ya’ll. I’m a boring ass fella, just for today, up here on my wagon, no trees melting, no drunken sex in the kitchen snorting powders off fake granite, no watching myself disintegrate in the bathroom mirror doing yoga poses, no hangover tomorrow. Aloha.