Tinker Day and Sin City

Okay, so, despite getting about three hours of sleep a day for the past three days, I managed in the past 24 hours to both watch three Rogers and Hammerstein musicals and write a paper on them, produce about five pages of fiction to turn in for creative writing class (and by that I mean real fiction--I didn't succumb to the temptation to cheat and turn in semi-autobiographical naval gazing like half the rest of the class), and still manage to make my Southern history class. Sleep is for the weak!

( Tinker Day: She who climbs a mountain in four inch heels has to walk down barefoot. )

Sin City: Go See it Now
pixyofthestyx and I made a pilgrimage to the Valley View Grande cinema or the express purpose of watching it this weekend, and hoy God but it was fun. Nobody does gloriously gratuitous violence and twisted anti-heroes like Robert Rodriguez. The man is a genius.

And Clive Owen is utterly lickable. Especially when he's dumping the bodies of murder victims in the LeBrea tar pits.

All of y'all have got to go see this movie, if only for the awesome visual effects--the whole thing is done in black and white with spot colouring, and truly looks like the art from Frank Miller's comic. Neon-white blood spatters and women done all in grey except for the eyes, crime scenes where the only colour is the bright red or yellow blood, Elijah Wood with huge, blank white spectacles instead of eyes... and characters with claws, scars, and just a touch of superhuman speed or strength.

People should make movies in noir black and white more often.