No Country For Old Men

Jennifer and I went to see No Country For Old Men last Friday. I'd like to make strong arguments for the movie's true meaning, but I'm forced to come to grips with the fact that I'm a movie simpleton.

I quite literally just watch movies. Jennifer gets movies. Know what I mean?

Scooby-Doo confused me. I never got that it was the butler dressed up as a ghost to scare Fred away so that nobody would find the treasure chest.

I remember watching The Sixth Sense with Jennifer and - ohhh - fifteen minutes into the film I hear her say, "I get it; he's dead."

No Country For Old Men similarly bamboozled me. Oh, everybody else has an opinion about it. It's an allegory. It's free will -vs- fate.

All I know is, a captive bolt pistol makes a wicked weapon.

Sorry. That's all I have to offer as a movie review. Rotten Tomatoes has it at 95%, just so you know.

RawkStock Page Update

Though the rawkstock.com page is obviously somewhat dormant for the time being, I did add a cool page element that allows for slide shows to be displayed.

So if any of you RawkStock attendees would like a visual reminder of that August afternoon, head over there.

(Actually, the whole darned gallery is here if you want to see them.)

"Another Fun Blog"

I'm too uninspired to write anything tonight, but I do want to direct you to another funny blog I found tonight, called The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks.

My favorite one.