We Released Ourselves To Our Own Recognizance.

You know what’s odd? I haven’t done an official post since the big Movie Round-Up ’09, but this humble blog has never been more popular. Seriously, last month was one of the three best I’ve had on this thing, and there was exactly ZERO in the way of new stuff. What this tells me is that I have already accumulated enough back catalog to coast on and not care at all about quality going forward. Hey… I’m the WordPress equivalient of the Red Hot Chili Peppers!

So what’s up now? Well, we’re still married (and they said it wouldn’t last!), and I am sooo happy. The TV project that I was working on wound up petering out, so I am currently seeking gainful employment. (I could give you a full post on what went wrong there, and believe me…I may one of these days.) Those of you who know me personally know that I had a nagging legal issue these past couple of years, and I am proud to say that has been taken care of. Seriously, I don’t know that so many things have ever gone right for me at the same time. It’s a nice feeling. Now, if I can just find a job…

Also, we have done one of the cooler things EVER here recently. As you may have figured out, I am a huge, raving movie nerd. I live and breathe celluloid, and the movie collection we have amassed is a couple thousand strong and still growing. The room most of it is stored in is covered in movie posters, filled with toys and memorabilia, and is generally like taking a leisurely stroll through my brain.

And now that room is a movie theater.

A fully functional, PROJECTABLE, movie theater.

We had had the projector for a year or so now, and we had loved setting it up outside and watching movies by our fire cauldron. (“Fire Cauldron,” by the way, would be an awesome band name.) After straightening and cleaning our movie room, we decided that we finally had the space and the stuff we needed to turn it in to our own personal Movie Hole. Seriously…it’s AFUCKINGMAZING! Due to space constrictions, we are projecting just over three feet square, but we can get it up to over six feet should our floor plan change. (Think Sarratt, locals.)

Maybe this doesn’t sound like much to some, but for a guy like me, the ability to sit in my own darkened room, and watch my favorite movies projected from the comfort of my own recliner, well…few things get better than that. I’m sure that over the years we’ll upgrade our sound and projection equipment, but at this exact moment…it’s absolutely perfect.

Now, let’s catch up…BULLET POINT STYLE!

-Christoph Waltz won his Oscar. In related news, there may in fact be a Jesus. Mr. Waltz, I don’t care what you do from now on. You can be in Uwe Boll movies from now until Doomsday, and you will always have a friend in Casey.

-Jeff Bridges got an Oscar, too. I haven’t seen Crazy Heart, and even though I’d like to, I don’t know if I’ll get around to it. All I know is that Jeff Bridges has an Oscar, and that is the natural order of things.

-Jim and Pam had their baby. Can Harold Ramis direct every episode of “The Office” from here on out?

-Seriously, “Parks and Rec” and “30 Rock” are in heated competition for “Funniest Thing on TV Today.” I can hardly wait until fall, when the Perfect TV Storm of NBC’s Thursday Lineup followed by “Always Sunny” happens. That’s the good stuff…

-True Blood returns in June. I. Cannot. Wait. There is an influx of new characters heading to (or around?) Bon Temps this season. Apparently this Alcide fella is something special. Yeah, I still haven’t read the books. I did, however, find out a spoiler about the books once last season ended. I won’t divulge it here, but I will say “FUCK YOU, BILL COMPTON! YOU UNDEAD SON OF A BITCH!” But hey, the show could be different from the books, right? RIGHT? Also, I want this.

-I saw “Port of Call New Orleans.” In a word? CRAP! Nic Cage was good in parts, but only because nobody does unhinged like Nic Cage. But wow…just…wow. I think this might have been the case where a hackneyed script and flat performances lead some one to just edit it in to something as coherent as possible and call it an “art film.” No art here, kiddies…no art here. Or maybe I’ve just outgrown “Art Films.” That’s a possibility.

-I also had the chance to see Duncan Jones’ “Moon.” Ho-Lee shit! I loved, loved, loved this movie. Sam Rockwell proves again that he might be one of the best working actors we have today, giving a performance that was so good and so nuanced that you just knew he would be snubbed by the Academy come nomination time. And he was. But this movie was so good. I can’t recommend it strongly enough.

-I’ve tried to watch “Antichrist” twice. I think I’m done. If you’re gonna sell a movie as being shocking…then maybe I should feel shocked. You know what movie I found shocking? “Boondock Saints II.” I was shocked that it could be that bad. The dropoff in quality from the first one to the sequel is a gap of “Howling” sized proportions. Congrats, Troy Duffy. You came from nowhere, hit the lotto, talked your way out of Hollywood, finally got another chance, and you fucked it up even worse. I can handle somebody being an a-hole…but how DARE you make a bad movie, sir!

Alright, I’m pushing 1,000 words and I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. So, I’m gonna do that now. I feel like I’ve given you enough to process.

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