Bring me the head of Jerry Bruckheimer
I watched King Arthur last night, the "historically accurate" one that came out recently. I Tivo'd it, except I don't have Tivo - I have a Motorola DVR, but Moto'd it hasn't really caught on yet; fingers crossed. Anyway, if you're thinking of watching this movie, you'd be better served to shove a bamboo shishkabob skewer in your eyeball.
If you're going to do a "historical" take on a legend and then you Hollywoodize it to make for better entertainment then what you're really doing is fabricating a less endearing legend from an already better one. By the end of the movie I was rooting for the Black Pearl to make an appearance and kill the lot of them. I like Clive Owen, but he's earned about 4 years in purgatory for staring in this abortion.
On a lighter note, I just bought a $126.94 universal remote control on Amazon.com. It's a Logitech Harmony H-688S. You plug it into your computer and fill out a webform saying what equiptment you've got. Then you can junk your other remotes. It should be bad ass.
As you can imagine, unless I can update my blog from my new remote control, I'll see you in August.
posted by Stellar at 11:46 AM
8 Comments:
So it's actually worse then the Richard Gere/Sean Connery attempt?
Glad I haven't Moto'd it.
King Arthur is to First Knight as First Knight is to Excalibur.
A better pairing would be King Arthur is to the Excalibur as The Thirteenth Warrior (with Antonio Banderas) is to Beowulf.
I enjoyed it, but not because it was historically accurate. What would be the point of Hollywood making a movie if it was actually supposed to be true?
Completely irrelevant, but I made a life-size Beowulf in my senior English class. He was kinda hot.
That's TOTALY relevant.
What did you name him?
Frank.
Frank Beowulf? that is what we should name the moon.
Hubert didn't sound tough enough.
I keep coming back here, knowing full well that there isn't going to be a new post, but I never get tired of that "Where is your God now?" Burger King guy picture.
I love that picture. Perhaps in a more open-minded society, I could marry it. Until then, I'll just stare lovingly at a print out as I cry myself to sleep.
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