Movies

Tamara and I went to the Roxy Cinegog (hey, I didn't name it) on Wednesday night. For $5 each, we saw Kung Fu Hustle and Sin City. Kung Fu Hustle had been recommended by various astronomers and physicists, and it was pretty good. It's super-slapstick; no nods to realism at all. People run road-runner fast, make hand prints in metal by hitting it, and so on. There are some really funny bits, but I wasn't that into it.

Sin City is comic book all the way. Someone said somewhere that comic books had always felt unfinished, like a project that only got to the storyboarding stage, and that this movie was what the final result was actually supposed to be. If you like American comic books, you'll probably like this movie. It's black and white, except for hints of color where appropriate. Blood is white or black or yellow. It's got comic book gore and comic book dialog, which is unbearably silly sometimes, but that's the comics for you.

We rented Oceans 12 last night. Oceans 11 is much, much better. While the premise for more jobs in Europe was fine, the heists themselves barely made any sense. Half the time I couldn't figure out what they were up to. And the thing at the end is just silly. And it's all out of order. Ugg.