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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Jesus And His Lawyer Are Coming Back:

I finally got around to watching The Passion of the Christ, which I had been postponing for a long time. I didn't really feel like watching it, but I guess all the fuss had made me curious and I also wanted to see how much I remembered from those bible classes my Mum used to drag me to. Actually, most of the stuff was familiar except for Jesus being filled with sand at the end and the bit where he falls off a bridge and sees Judas hanging out with a werewolf.

I didn't really like the movie to be honest. I thought the whipping and the walk to Golgotha was excessively drawn out and although I can appreciate why I didn't think it worked from a cinematic perspective. Also, I thought the Caligula-like scene with Herod was really out of place. And I guess I can see why a lot of Jews were upset about the movie although picking Barabbas in Pilate's sick Dating Game-like stunt just wasn't cool no matter how you spin it.

The best thing about the DVD, though, was Mel Gibson's original ending where it's revealed that Jesus wasn't actually the son of God, but rather a mischievous magician who liked hanging out with tax collectors and whores. Boy, is Paul's face red in that final scene, but thankfully it ends on an up beat note when Peter blurts out, "Jesus, you got some 'splainin' to do!" and they all laugh and laugh. Apparently, the ending didn't test too well and they decided on going with a more conservative approach (I'm going to Hell for that bit - and you're all coming with me).

On a less sacreligious note I went and saw The Datsuns last week and although I wrote a lengthy review for Frekvens I can sum it up like this: Old stuff rocked - new stuff sucked. I wasn't too impressed by their debut album, but a lot of the songs off that album really kicked ass during the show. Songs like MF From Hell, Lady, Harmonic Generator, and especially Fink For The Man were really cool live. However, for me the highlights were Super Gyration (which came as the third song in the set) and a surprise cover of The Misfits' Where Eagles Dare as the first encore. I'm not a huge Misfits fan (although I did get down to some Danzig in my younger days), but I listened to a bunch of their stuff after Nick had raved about them a few years ago. The only song I really liked was Where Eagles Dare, though, but let it be said that it's a cracking song with the perfect singing-along-drunk-punk chorus and it was fantastic to hear it live. But I couldn't get excited about The Datsuns' new stuff and combined with a very meager turn out the show just had too many lows to get really exciting.

Where's all the gay rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat!

Two years ago I watched all the World Series games and last year the series wasn't on tv. This year I considered it, but seeing as the games start at 3AM here I just couldn't muster up enough enthusiasm to watch three games that weren't going to decide a winner. But I was still curious enough to tape game four and watch it this morning and although it was a very low scoring affair it was still pretty cool. I'm a sucker for old baseball stories, so all that stuff about The Curse and Babe Ruth was cool for me. And it also gave me a chance to get more and more annoyed by the fact that they're remaking Fever Pitch in the US and substituting Arsenal with the Red Sox. I don't really have anything against Jimmy Fallon, Drew 'Hot Stuff' Barrymore, or the Farrelly boys. I just think it's pretty lame to remake a movie that isn't even ten years old, is in English, and stars Colin Firth, who had a lot more star power than Jimmy Fallon even back then. Next they'll be remaking Bend it like Beckham calling it Dunk it like Shaq with Lindsay Lohan and Raven-Symone as two spunky chicks, who dream of playing with the boys (actually, that's not a half-bad idea).

Posted by John Fogde at October 28, 2004 11:58 PM | TrackBack
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