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The Wrestler

It's not often that I do movie reviews. Let's put that out there right now. Because if I did, you would have seen reviews for such gems as John Tucker Must Die and You, Me, and Dupree posted on here recently. I watched these classics not because I wanted to, but because I felt I owed it to myself to watch some bad movies once in awhile. That, and I was really bored and had a this tremendous wall that was preventing the creativity from flowing. I'd call it a block, but it's been much more than that.

Back to the subject at hand, though. I recently watched The Wrestler starring Mickey Rourke. First off, the movie itself is good. It wasn't the great piece of American Cinema that I was expecting to see, but as a whole the entire thing was a well-made and well-told story that had me invested for its one hour and forty-five minute run. Part of that reason was the always gripping Rourke, who delivers a knockout punch from start to finish. (That sounded a littl…

Another Late Night Tangent...

I lay in bed. Not able to sleep. The sound of traffic rushes by through the brown slush that litters the ground. It's heavy for this time of night but it's not the noise that keeps me awake. It's literally my dumpster of my mind that is cluttered with information that keeps me from sleep this night. Let me begin...

It starts with thoughts of a girl I've been hanging out with. (Not those thoughts, cretins.) Those thoughts some how lead to the song "Patience" by Guns 'N' Roses. That's probably because it's playing on the Ipod so my mind drifts some more. This time I stay more on subject, because the joke leads me to the joke a comedian named Earl used to tell while I was down in LA. Basically, the punchline was that the first time he had sex was to this song. And he was done by time Axl began to whistle. (Hilarious, I know. I chuckle to myself in bed.) Despite my utter, utter love of this joke, I found I did not love L.A. Nor did I…