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shiny objects

Tuesday, July 12, 2005


Brandon, Angelo, and I went to see War of The Worlds yesterday. Verdict: worth seeing once in the theaters. Brandon came to the conclusion that Steven Spielburg must have suffered some psychological trauma in recent years to have produced such a disturbing film. I can only agree. Except for the ending - which tied all loose ends in a patently Spielburgian fashion - I would never have believed it was his work.

Rarely does a movie give me the fuckin' chills like this one did. Somehow, the movie maintained a wire-taught filiment of suspense for two hours straight. It NEVER let up. Alien had more comic relief than War of The Worlds!



Katie? What are you doing here? I swear to god, Kate, this isn't what it looks like. She . . . she's my niece.


Never one to lose his cool, Tom waits for the alien's appearance, and the resulting mass panic, to cop a feel.


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