it’s batman night it’s batman night it’s batman night!

i am not a loser. but i am more excited about this than i was for star wars, if i’m going to be absolutely honest. i mean, with star wars i knew i was going to get some stuff i loved in a movie that had many flaws. this at least has the chance of being all-out terrific. and even if it’s not, i bet the caped crusader effect will still make for a good old time. i bought tickets online, i recruited a crew of fellow dorks. i am shaking in anticipation.

yesterday i had to actually speak as part of a presentation for Important Marketing Executives, now that i’m more of a big bad important dude, post-promotion. it was only 4 sentences or something and i think my voice cracked somewhere in the middle, but i’m sure it was a professional and intelligent-sounding faulter, no doubt. first time jitters. repeat: i am not a loser.

so there’s been an odd, sort of backwards dilemma i’ve been thinking about lately, and especially this week. it’s bred in part by this kick my roommate and i have been on recently, with all the going out and fun excursions, of a very self-aware ‘how great are our lives right now?’ mentality. which i can’t argue with at all — we’re 24 year old guys, living successful and comfortable and entertaining lives in beautiful and exciting los angeles. our apartment is a constrant stream of activity, we’re constantly on the go, we’ve got lots of great friends all around us, and our share of luck with women… basically everything a person could want, and we know it.

but that’s where the dilemma kicks in, surprisingly, in that i’m internally battling this feeling of constant satisfaction. how dumb is that? everything’s finally going my way and now i feel the need to complain about it? but there’s a valid idea in there somewhere, i swear. i miss the feeling like i’m fighting for something. sure, there’s still some of that in my job, in that i’ve just taken on some new roles and i want to show my stuff. but i did already get the job, so that fight’s essentially won, i’m just trying to gain favor now. and romantically, it’s maybe worse. i remember hoping and wishing for months in high school or college for the loves of my life to materialize; from crumbling at the thought of any chance i didn’t think i even had, to that gradual and painfully touchy ‘did i say the right thing’ process of forging a connection, to the eventual triumphant climax. will i ever have a first kiss like that again? or a personal or professional victory on that level? i don’t think it’s possible without the thing that i’m lacking right now, which is an enduring sense of longing, for anything. that’s what i miss right now. i want to want something badly.

nevermind if this may or may not have been induced by recent viewings of closer and the o.c.: season one. this could certainly not just be a juvenile need to have some heartbreak to whine about. not from a sophisticated gentleman like myself.

good weekend i’d say, with a little non-party fun breaking up the routine we’ve fallen into lately. saturday night i went to see some friends’ entry into the mayday film competition, which i think is one of the best ideas ever for quick-and-dirty creativity for the masses. all the teams entering get a single title at the same time, 11am on saturday (this year it was “hope decoyed”), and they get 24 hours to write, shoot, edit, and finish their movies, to be shown and voted on by the audience at the screening, which was this weekend. really fun idea, lots of great (and a few not-so-great) short films. definitely recommend checking into it.

then sunday we went hiking on mount pinos — you tell me how that should be pronounced. but regardless of the name, it was good to get out in the air and move around. we even climbed a tree, which had to be the first time i’ve done that in, oh, 15 years. jesus, i can hardly believe i’m able to say that about anything.

would have been a totally positive day if they hadn’t just wrapped up a manhunt right as we were arriving, with less-than-positive results. very surreal. we were just looking at a map of trails and a ranger comes over to tell us, “guys, do you mind clearing off this area… we’re gonna bring this lady over here to sit down. we just located her husband.” then see us shuffling hurriedly toward our car and away from the weeping old woman. damn. but hey, the trail mix sure was good! mmm, cashews!

saw the movie crash last night after much urging from some coworkers and friends, and oh boy is that one a head full. great film. i wouldn’t say i loved it but i would say you shouldn’t miss it. i won’t go off on much of a review mostly for the exact reason i liked it: it’s a great discussion piece. hence, me writing my thoughts in a vacuum would sort of defeat the purpose without a dialogue. i’d love to talk about it though once you all go out and see it. very good. and bravo to ludacris for showing some heart, huh?

tonight i have my sights on somehow sneaking in to the sold out bloc party show at the el rey. i figure since i tried to buy a real ticket, and the venue’s only a few blocks from my apartment, there are really no moral or logistical barriers to at least giving it a try. maybe i can make friends with a big burly filipino guy in the process. i just don’t want to miss them again because you know those british bands, sometimes it’s a while before they swing back through the states. and i was really looking forward to hearing them tear through a couple of their more rocking songs on stage, too. [pay day was monday but whatever, you know?]

so if that doesn’t happen who knows, maybe i’ll catch up on some tivo. i do have that they might be giants documentary to watch, and there’s not much cooler than that to be doing on a friday night, for sure.

sorry, but i have to be a baseball nerd for a second.

what a winner last night was. after the exciting game tuesday night (zambrano pitches 8 innings, cubs win by a run in the 10th for their fifth straight and 2nd of 3 against the dodgers!), i thought for sure that wednesday’s would be a let down, what with a rookie pitcher fresh from minor leagues and the odds against a 6-game streak. i was hoping to catch fellow USC alum mark prior, but he went and got himself hit by a line drive.

but no way, it was the greatest! we got the delicious dodger dogs, our seats were fine even though we were way the hell up in the left field corner, two home runs from the cubs put them up 9-5, and it was a great night for everyone (except the poor dodgers fans, half of whom were gone by the end of the 8th inning… quitters!).

then a few of us came home and hung out which was arguably even better than the game. aaah, i do enjoy an especially good wednesday now and then to prove you don’t need a weekend to have a great time.

sparing you the details, i realized in the bathroom a few minutes ago that my last four meals were all cheeseburgers. purely unintentional, i swear. they were just there. part of the holiday spirit i guess.

but hot damn do i love my three day weekends. i slept almost 11 hours one night, which was great. i hung out with a looney stranger one night, which was fun because she really liked me (why do i attract crazy girls with such graceful ease?). there’s a story there but telling it would just ruin it. i played four or five games of beer pong yesterday and this time the table doesn’t even need any post-party repairs — our first true success in that department. both the cubs and sox won their memorial day games; the former i am going to see tomorrow night, the latter died to me when they went on strike instead of going to the finals that one summer. how old was i then? prepubescent for sure.

speaking of which, if you’re that, you’ll love this movie lords of dogtown which i saw at a free screening tonight. my excuse was that i went with a coworker who had passes and was actually a skater during that golden age, so he was stoked. we agreed the documentary was better but it was a fun movie with cool skating despite a suspicious lack of acting. but hey, the hairdos were pretty sweet at least. like i said, if you’re just hitting that teen rebellion stage it’ll be good inspiration to buy a trendy recently price-elevated skateboard and start trespassing to skate pools; if you’re older you might want to stick with reminiscing, or at best wait til you can put this on your netflix queue, sorta near the bottom.

charging into a three day weekend with a half-day at work today — guess that makes it three and a half — and ready to do some big time lounging this memorial day break. but before i start piling up more stories of my various weekend antics, there’s that little matter of this movie i saw last weekend…


star wars episode III: revenge of the sith – 5 stars

now before you start yelling at me let’s hold on a second. you have to realize that i’m a big star wars fan. as in, as a misguided youth, i wore star wars clothing. i bought star wars books. as a smaller child, i pretended i was in star wars by riding a baseball bat through the forest (hallway) of my house like it was a speeder bike from jedi.

this being the case, i saw episode I three times in the theatre, i was just so excited for there to be another star wars movie. and i loved it. a few years later, sure, i can admit it was kinda crappy, but at the time that didn’t really matter. it was star wars, and that was that. the second one was less stupid because there was no retarded alien version of scooby doo following them around and screwing things up, and yes, i had started to admit to myself that it wasn’t that good either. but you know what, it was still star wars and screw you, i still loved it.

by now it’s so acceptable to hate these new star wars movies, people are bragging about not bothering to go see them. oh, how far we’ve fallen. but when it gets to that level, i think we’re starting to miss the point of star wars as a whole, and the reason why i can simultaneously admit that the three recent additions are kinda bad as films, but at the same time defend liking them so much.

yes, i know george lucas can’t write a love scene. he avoided this pretty well in the first trilogy by making the two characters falling in love so stubborn that they wouldn’t admit to it until the closing scenes of the third film, and brushing off all their prior courtship with joking and bravado from han solo. that was a good dodge. but in this round, he had to show two characters actually fall in love, and he floundered, and you’re right, watching hayden woo natalie is like watching high schoolers make out. gross. luckily this third one you can just patiently sit through those couple painful scenes and focus on the lightsabers.

like most people, i’ve come to the realization that even overall, george lucas can’t really direct actors. compare the performance of similar dialogue, written by george, from jedi to sith. the newly minted vader’s screaming “noooooo” in ep III vs. luke’s “nooooo” when vader threatens his sister in ep VI (“if you won’t turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will…”) are like night and day, even though they’re both melodramatic scenes scored by john williams for effect. and i think when you compare them you get to the point that makes everything star wars okay in the end, if you’re willing to be a little forgiving. that point is that essentially, for a fan, star wars is bigger than any film that visits its universe.

it’s true, this does sound like one of the dorkiest things i could possibly admit to believing, but i can’t deny it. most people would agree the original three were landmarks, and i would also agree to the fact that if those weren’t so good, and didn’t already exist, these current three might just have been another trio of blade films or something (i.e., who the fuck cares). but if you take for foundation the way the original three created a fictional galaxy that millions of us have grown to know and love, and add to it that YES, okay, george has gone a little crazy with his revisions of the classics and his insistence on directing the follow-ups, can’t you just see that what really happened is that he got so geeked up about completing this enormous story he gave birth to over twenty years ago, and filling out this entirely fantasy world with all manner of made-up planets and wars and species, that maybe he just got carried away and forgot to sweat some of the details he wasn’t prepared to tackle on his own?

he obviously has the special effects stuff down cold; those droids look pretty fucking real when jedi’s are chopping them up like carrots. and the overarching story, again, if you’re willing to forgive some of the specific dialogue and wooden performances that result from his directing, is AMAZING. come on, as a six-part arc, you can’t get much cooler! this is the ultimate story of wanting to change the world for the better and help the ones you love, and failing, making it so much worse for the corruption you suffered with power. but then coming around at the last possible moment, what could be thirty years later when your kid is grown up and dying at the hands the man who embodies your original mistake, and THEN making a difference after all the pain you caused, setting things right after decades of torment? come on! that’s spectacular storytelling!

so nevermind the stupid poop jokes from episode one (which i hated too), or the serious muppetude of the ewoks (which i always loved, personally), because this is too much more than that to worry about minor details. as a whole, which we can finally see, there’s too much good to hate it for the bad. i mean, try watching return of the jedi now that you’ve seen anakin’s failure in this new one, and tell me the third act isn’t seriously more moving now. vader’s stuck looking back and forth between luke and palpatine JUST like he was as anakin looking back and forth between palpatine and the Black Jedi Played By Sam Jackson (who of course has a name i can’t remember). only in jedi, now you know that he’s thinking back to his long-ago errors, and finally realizes his mistake! boom, his one action chanes the world again. once you’ve seen both scenes, they both become that much better. it’s amazing.

fine, then, you can say this third one is ‘better than the other two but that’s not saying much’, and be part of the cool crowd of neo-star-wars-haters. but that’s just narrow-minded, i think. the smarter move is to look at the bigger picture and just face it: movies with lightsabers are fucking cool.

been a great week since i last checked in. spent a few days at E3 this year nerding out over all the upcoming games and the new PS3 [gasp!]. yeah, so i’m excited by a video game system a whole year in advance, so sue me. at least i also got to go to the sony-sponsored afterparty and see a free jimmy eat world show with an open bar and mexican wrestling and cabaret girls. apparently mini-kiss played too but i was too focused on gin and tonics at that point to meander back toward the stage. these things happen.

also had a dangerously good time saturday night at joe’s birthday bash, where hot tubs and wine bottles met in wonderful harmony. the morning after in-n-out never tasted so good, because boy was that a fierce hangover.

and let’s not forget, STAR WARS. you know i was there friday night, no question. i just don’t want to try writing about it yet. i’m still enjoying the afterglow.

i finally got to go cd shopping again last weekend, and thank goodness. i was still rocking stuff i got in march, i think. so some quick reviews, then.

M.I.A.arular – 4 stars

this cd is hot, what can i say. not that i’m the first to claim that or anything, but now i know why everyone was so bonkers — it’s like an instant party mood. the first time this week’s pay day song came on in my car, i almost got out at the intersection to start dancing. and that’s not the only one either, i’d say about half the album does that for me. the other half only almost, but still. plus she sounds SO sexy, doesn’t she? like on ‘hombre’ where she says, ‘i get squeaky so you can come and oil me’…? jesus christ.

bloc partysilent alarm – 4 stars

not that there’s anything original left to say about bloc party either, but if you were doubting, i’m pretty sure there isn’t a bad song on the album. and the ones that don’t totally rock are like a really pleasant breather between kicking ass again and again, you know? they had me at the first track, really: ‘like eating glass’ is going to be my default ‘song stuck in my head’ for the rest of may.

the mountain goatsthe sunset tree – 5 stars

i’m actually starting to wonder when the mountain goats will put out a cd that i don’t completely love. this one i think even ranks above last year’s we shall all be healed, even if it still doesn’t top my sweet love, tallahassee. that danrielle guy can just write some seriously amazing songs, and is only making them sound better and better on disc. it’s sort of unfair that if they keep on putting out an annual album that constantly rules, they’ll always lock up one of my top five albums of the year spots, but what can you do. can’t wait for the show in june, either.

back to that whole not partying quite so much anymore… well, the pictures came in and i kinda decided for sure to say screw that plan. i mean, check out these beer pong pictures and tell me i wouldn’t be robbing myself if i ‘toned it down’. even this single one says so much… check out that custom table! damn, that’s hot.

and if that’s not enough, check out this one too, dedicated to my poor mother who has to see her sons indulging in so many vices at once. but also to my brother, who was totally fun to party with in vegas. our motto quickly became, after doubling our money at the second casino in a row, the simple and direct, “longtins prevail”. here is us prevailing at smoking and drinking on fremont street.

haha…tone it down. silly brian.