Ong Bak

I saw this at Jerome and Shannon’s:
Ong Bak.

This movie kicks serious, serious butt. I enjoyed about 95 percent of it and the parts I didn’t enjoy went by really fast.

My objections to what was a marvellous piece of badass entertainment are three:

Evil guy is in a wheelchair and has a laryngectomy. And SMOKES THROUGH THE HOLE. Ah, pure evil. What tripe, I wish they’d play to type for a change. Why pick on cripples? If it was a statistically balanced number of evil villains, I’d be a lot mellower, but so many cripped villains… sigh.

Tony Jaa is poetry in motion but when it comes to acting he’s reserved to the point of being like, well, like a solid object.

The script is the lamest ass excuse for a string of chase, fight and fight and chase scenes ever concocted in any human language, although there are two or three hilarious sight gags, including a great piece of graffitti in the middle of the market chase.

Shannon came home and said some very amusing things about her weekend. I think the funniest was, “I’m having a shower to get the smoke off” as she doesn’t smoke and the women she was hanging out with this weekend do. And I’m thinking, 13 days no smokes.

To do list got much bigger

In the last two days I’ve added about 45 items to my to do list and removed…2. However, I’m LOVING Thinking Rock, and it’s finally giving me what I want since the original DOS based Sidekick fell off the software map.

Keith is off to work, I’m off soon to look at a co-op, and then I’m off again to visit Brother Jerome in his new digs here in Burnaby after I pick up an action flick for us to watch. (His spouse doesn’t like action flicks. I do, but only because I’m a sad excuse for a film buff). Katie’s asleep.

By copy to the travelling ones, I’ll have my cell, give me a call and we’ll get the keys squared away….