the last few days have been a little disappointing.
sunday i went to see big fish with some friends. beforehand we went to baja fresh for some food, and i swear those were probably the worst tacos i’d had in 2003, sneaking right in before the deadline. good job guys; you really pulled it together and beat out the strongest contender up until now, the office cafeteria. a real cinderella story, those terrible soggy bland excuses for california/mexican. and that was an 8 dollar lunch! screw those chumps.
the movie itself, while not bad — and admittedly almost making me cry in the end, which is a rare thing indeed — was not quite as great as i’d hoped it would be. i wanted it to stir me like edward scissorhands did, when it sort of fell a bit flat like mars attacks did, although it was a little more solid than that. but maybe it’s an issue of the main character being in love with winona ryder versus jessica lange; it’s just not the same.
monday didn’t help any. i think someone stole a package i was waiting for because the packing slip, which should have been inside a box with about 50 dollars worth of christmas presents i ordered, was somehow sticking half out of my mailbox when i got home last night, not attached or near or indicating the location of an actual package in any way. that certainly made me angry. sorry friends, you get nothing this year. fucking grinches.
and to top it off, i was hoping to sit down to a killer gangster movie with de niro and connery last night, but popped in the untouchables to realize that it was more of a corny cop movie with kevin costner. i don’t think he had a single line of dialogue that didn’t seem inappropriate, badly delivered, or just wimpy for someone playing a ‘hardened gangbuster’. he came storming out of a house after shooting someone and actually said, ‘what is this, a game?’. it was embarrassing. i need to watch miller’s crossing again.
tonight i’m going to have to make up for it somehow, either with delicious food or high quality entertainment. (please advise if applicable).