A Sweet Picture To Offset My Recent Out-Of-Control Snarkiness
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The Golden Suckass
I’m still getting over a cold, but I felt well enough to travel through the so-so winter weather for the magic of Le Cinema.
What were my choices?
Michael Clayton – I am really not a big fan of the films of George Clooney, whether they be directed by Steven Soderbergh, the Coen Brothers, George Clooney or whoever the extremely talented and important director that made this movie was. Yes, yes, I’m aware that his films are all politically earnest and heartfelt and shit, yes, I appreciate that. Move along now, move along. You’re blocking the remainder of my post.
P.S. I Love You – I don’t even want to know what the hell this is. I want to punch the title of this movie in the nose.
Enchanted – No.
The Golden Compass – Yes, of course!
This is a first for me. My choice of film at the LaGrange tonight was made via unusual means. I’m a fan of the snarky blog post title when it comes to my Two Buck Schmuck feature. When I saw that The Golden Compass was playing this week, I immediately thought, “Ah ha! The Golden Suckass!”
So, I watched this damn movie just so I could use that post title. Pathetic, ain’t I?
Thankfully, this movie sucked ass, so I’m not really giving any false or misleading information.
As we learn in the prologue of the film, there are lots of parallel worlds. Unlike our own world, where the soul of a human resides within the body, in the world of GC the souls walk beside the body in animal form. My oh my was this distracting. In any scene with a lot of people, I compulsively scanned the screen to ensure that every human had his or her own personal lovingly-CGI-rendered animal form. I have a feeling that the techie people forced to render these goddamn creatures were about as annoyed as I was making sure everybody had an animal buddy.
Anyways, Daniel Craig is some royal dude who is a scientist who discovers a portal to another world at the North Pole, and he wants to see if he can cross over. There is an autocratic authority, the Magisterium (not to be confused with Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium), that doesn’t want him to do this, for whatever reason. In fact, we later learn the Magisterium actually *wants* to make contact with other worlds in order to conquer them. I throw my hands up and do not try to understand.
When looking up the spelling for Magisterium, I noted that it is a term referring to the teaching authority of the Roman Catholic Church. Then I remember hearing something about how there were some complaints The Golden Compass promotes atheism. If there are Catholics or other religiously-minded people that might feel threatened or offended by the material contained in this film, let me assure you that it does not threaten or offend in any kind of entertaining fashion. All its offenses are quite boring, accompanied by perhaps the worst orchestral score experienced thus far by this humble reviewer. Scratch that — Van Helsing’s score was a tad worse.
Oh, before I forget, there’s some horseshit they go on about regarding “dust”. What is dust, you ask? I honestly don’t really care. But it’s important, essence of life, or some such thing.
So there’s this girl, who is Daniel Craig’s niece, though maybe she is his daughter, and she’s the main character, meeting swarthy foreigners and CGI’ed genital-less polar bears with the voices of Ian McKellen and Ian McShane (polar bears have to be voiced by Ians, apparently).
The Ians’ voiceovers were another source of distraction for me. At one point, McKellen the polar bear and the girl need to cross this chasm over a flimsy icy-rocky bridge. So the bridge collapses as the girl is running across it (McKellen stays back because he’s quite heavy). I could not help thinking of a line for McKellen: “I…. SHALL…. NOT….. PASS!!!!!!”
The girl has a creepy scene with McShane the Polar Bear King, where she is sort of flirting with him. I just thought, man, in Deadwood, a young girl flirting with Ian McShane is a baaaaaaaad idea.
Lessee, who else was in this…. Nicole Kidman is a bad guy in it who may or may not be the girl’s mother. She has a large part that pretty much evaporates in the latter half of the film. Daniel Craig also sort of disappears. He is taken captive by some swarthy foreigners. We learn in a very brief voiceover near the end of the film that he was let go because he bribed them, and now has some underground lab where he is cooking meth or something. There’s danger afoot for Mr. Craig, however — the Magisterium is a-coming to get him but good!
Oh crap, I almost forgot. Sam Elliott has a relatively big role as a Cowboy Aeronaut. The less said about him the better, I think.
There is so much to tell you that I have no intention of doing!
The ending may have been one of the stinkier things about this movie. First some setup I have to unfortunately do:
- The girl and McKellen Polar Bear have rescued some children from a secret lab where they are separating people from their animal souls
- They are riding in Sam Elliott’s cowboy space balloon
- They are going to rescue Daniel Craig
- There is a group of kids that already had their souls separated from them, and nobody knows what to do about it.
So, the last scene of the movie is the girl telling her friend what their next tasks are going to be — “so, we gotta rescue my dad, we gotta do something about those animal-soulless kids, etc.”
And that’s the end. Normally a movie franchise earns a filmgoer’s trust in the first installment, and then shits on them in the second and third (Back To The Future, The Matrix), but this movie has the audacity to assume we’re going to want another gazillion dollar movie made to show this girl hug Daniel Craig. It ain’t gonna happen!
Baklava, Death and a Giant Broom
It’s been about two months since I have provided an update on my brother’s adventures of Baklava in the glorious World of Warcraft (WoW).
Well, I hope you’re happy now. Baklava the Night Elf Druid is dead.
You may or not may realize the nature of these kinds of games, but during play a character can die many, many times. When this happens, the worst you have to do is traipse through the wilderness in a non-corporeal, non-playable form and retrieve your carcass. Once the carcass has been claimed, you’re free to again wander about the countryside, killing things and being killed by things.
I’m not talking about that kind of death. Baklava is *dead* dead. He is gone. My brother killed him. He got tired of playing a Night Elf Druid who was constantly getting his elven ass kicked. My brother is still playing WoW, but is now primarily playing a Blood Elf named Blaniage (another Greek dessert, for those keeping score at home). People interested in the exploits of Blaniage will need to stay tuned. I can promise you exciting tales of mounts, mayhem and fortuitous investment opportunities.
For those shedding a few tears, the spirit of Baklava the beloved Night Elf lives on. My brother has created a new Undead Mage character, also named Baklava. For you Mazgul the Undead Mage fans out there, I have some terrible news. My brother has killed Mazgul, and has no intention of bringing him back.
Baklava the Undead Mage is hovering around Level 10 and has pretty crappy equipment. Mages are able to wield weapons, though they are stronger in the art of magic. In one of Baklava’s first quests, he had to steal pumpkins from farmers. After finally killing a farmer, he realized that a broom of the farmer was far more powerful than the two-handed staff he was fruitlessly whacking at things with.
So now, Baklava the Undead Mage has a large, slightly silly broom hanging off his undead back.
Presented Without Content
Road Warrior, The Musical – Snake In The Sand

Another entry in my new musical — The Road Warrior.
“Snake In The Sand”
Sung by: The Gyro Captain
Description: Max is surprised at the site of an apparent accident by The Gyro Captain, who has laid a trap for scavengers of petrol.
I’m the Gyro Captain
I’m a snake in the sand
With my wits and my crossbow
I’m the one in command
Your souped-up Interceptor
Might be very fast
But thinking like a reptile
Is the only way to last
So please, no funny moves
And give me all your gas
If you want to live
Give me all your gas
[Max’s dog jumps out of the Interceptor and attacks The Gyro Captain. The tables are turned, and Max is in control]
Oh please don’t kill me!
I’m an insignificant man
I am dirt under your feet
I’m a snake in the sand
I didn’t ask to be given
The role that I was cast
All my friends and family
Are buried in the past
I just want to live
Is that so much to ask?
All I wanted was just a little gas
All I want is just a little gas
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