Spain, "Stranger Than Fiction", and endless "When a man..." comments.
11.13.2006 - 1:51 PM - Tim - 1 comments
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3) Lately I've been somewhat obsessed with starting sentences with "When a man" when I'm attempting to sarcastically pretend I'm being serious. Hypothetical examples: "When a man sees a pretty woman, he wants to make out with her", "When a man tells his friends he's going to rob a bank, he follows through with it, no matter the consequences", or "When a man steps on the gas pedal, he expects his auto to proceed forward with increasing speed". It's not even funny to anyone except me, but for some reason I can't stop doing it.

2) I saw "Stranger Than Fiction" two nights ago. VERY good. I would've enjoyed it more if I hadn't been in a theater full of people who continually laughed during non-funny/tragic scenes. I can only assume that most people going to see the film were under the impression that it was a comedy, but the fact that the trailer showed some light-hearted scenes doesn't mean the movie should've been expected to be a comedy. Will Ferrell is a gifted actor, and he should be taken at face value in each movie he's in, just like all actors should be, not pre-judged on his resume. I guess some people were expecting that Will Farrell == "Anchorman", and nothing else. If they hadn't, they wouldn't have laughed through most of this movie. As the resident film snob of this site, I can tell you that "Stranger Than Fiction" was very beautifully-written and constructed, sharply photographed, and perfectly paced. I recommend it to anyone. If you consider yourself a "film" person, and not just a person who goes to the movies to be entertained, I recommend going by yourself and in the middle of the day. You'll enjoy it more if you don't have to deal with idiots who don't understand context.

1) I'm going to Spain on Saturday. I expect this week to pass... like... molasses... But soon enough I'll be on my way to the beloved land that I love. My plan for Sunday (I leave Saturday and arrive on Sunday) goes as follows: Arrive at El Prat airport in Barcelona -> pick up luggage -> proceed through customs -> take bus to Sants Estacion and purchase train ticket to Zaragoza -> (now, for the most important item) go to Mercadona and get a three-pack of chocolate napolitanas -> whatever else... I don't care what happens after that... I just want the napolitanas. Those of you who've eaten pastries in Spain will know exactly what I'm talking about. More to come about my Spain trip...

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