Archive for June, 2006

Can a Film That Opens on a Tuesday Win the Weekend?

the-omen

The new remake of The Omen came out last week, on a Tues­day, which, for mar­ket­ing pur­poses trans­lated out to a release date of 6–6-06. For those Bib­li­cally unini­ti­ated, 666 is the num­ber of “The Beast”, or the Anti-Christ, a crea­ture whom the whole darn plot of The Omen rests upon. The day after it came out, there were sto­ries all over the web how The Omen had opened strong, pulling in a record for a Tues­day open­ing, $12,633,666. Note the hun­dreds amount, I would think that that is more stu­dio num­bers mas­sag­ing than any­thing, but it makes for great copy, I guess. The thing about it is, what if The Omen had been the top gross­ing movie of the week? It wasn’t, as Cars pulled in over $60 mil­lion, but what if it was? Is it fair, industry-wise, to have the top gross­ing movie of the week open on a Tues­day? If that was fair, why not open movies on Sun­days? Then you’d have 7 whole days to rake in what­ever you could make off of a film before hav­ing to report final earn­ings for the week. Why even wait for the usual Fri­day to open a film? What if Cars had opened on Sun­day? Could they have pulled in $80 mil­lion? Maybe $100 mil­lion? Does this seem bor­der­line uneth­i­cal to any­one else?

Cars

cars

I should have known as we walked into the the­ater to see Cars and my son started scream­ing, “No! No! No!” that I should have heeded his warn­ing. True, he wasn’t scream­ing at Cars, but at a pre­view for some film called Ant Bully, but still, dense dad that I am, I should have lis­tened to him. He’s young with those hip new ideas about things, you know.

You know his opin­ion of Cars, now here’s mine.

Light­ning McQueen is a liv­ing, breath­ing car that lives in a strange alter­nate uni­verse where cars, not peo­ple, are the dom­i­nant life form on the planet. They do every­thing that humans do, except that they’re cars. If I were an ama­teur film critic in this par­al­lel uni­verse he lives in I’d prob­a­bly say “Cars is 16 cylin­ders of fun!”, or “Race on down to it!” or some­thing lame like that, since I would also be a car who loves other cars and other car-related things.

But I’m human and not a car and don’t love all car related things. Most of all, I didn’t love Cars.

Star­ring:
Owen Wil­son, Paul New­man, Michael Keaton, Bon­nie Hunt, Richard Petty, Cheech Marin
Directed By:
John Las­seter & Joe Ranft
Release Date:
June 9, 2006
MPAA Rat­ing:
G
Dis­trib­u­tors:
Buena Vista Pic­tures Dis­tri­b­u­tion
2 Stars

It’s not that I don’t love Pixar films. I usu­ally freak­ing LOVE Pixar films. God bless Pixar, for they are the only rea­son that Dis­ney makes money any­more, and hon­estly, shouldn’t Pixar be mak­ing ALL Dis­ney films at this point? A Pixar film is a hall­mark of cin­e­matic qual­ity; when you see that lit­tle bounc­ing lamp come out at the begin­ning of their films, you know you’re in for a great time and you’re also going to be amazed in some way. Not only are you going to get great look­ing ani­ma­tion, but a sto­ry­line that is engag­ing and funny too.

I love Toy Story, both 1 and 2, and The Incred­i­bles is one of the great films of the past 10 years. My son loves Find­ing Nemo and every time he sees a clown­fish it’s named “Nemo”, never “Fred” or “Biff”, just “Nemo”. I have less admi­ra­tion for Mon­sters, Inc. and A Bug’s Life, mainly because I didn’t find them as inter­est­ing in the plot depart­ment, but they still looked great. If you watch the “mak­ing of” bits on each DVD for these films you can see the evo­lu­tion of the Pixar ani­ma­tion process and they grow expo­nen­tion­ally with each new release.

Cars looks phe­nom­e­nal. You’d think the open­ing bit, where Light­ning is intro­duced, was the cam­era pan­ning over a real car it looks so good. Pixar cares about how their films look, and the detail is great, but before where the plot­lines were semi-complex, Cars could have been writ­ten by me in 2nd grade. Come on man, who couldn’t have come up with this?

An arro­gant race car gets lost on his way to a race. While try­ing to find his way back to where he got lost in the first place, he comes upon a sleepy out-of-the-way town where time prac­ti­cally stands still. In the process of try­ing to leave the small town, he will come to under­stand that being arro­gant isn’t every­thing it’s cracked up to be and he will make new life­long friends where before he had none. He will also over­come adver­sity in the final “bat­tle” and be suc­cess­ful with­out over­do­ing it the way he did before.

Take out the phrase “race car” from the first sen­tence of the para­graph and you’ve got a generic movie of the week or even some of your friends’ lives. It’s not a very com­plex story, but it also isn’t a very inter­est­ing story. What the Pixar peo­ple try to do with this weak story is make up for it with eye candy, but it’s not enough. The plot just doesn’t hold up its end of the bargain.

After Seeing The House of Sand and Fog, I Will Never Buy a Repossessed House

repo

As I was rac­ing to work this morn­ing I heard a bit on the radio this morn­ing about the gov­ern­ment sell­ing repos­sessed houses and how you could get them at super deals, because the gov­ern­ment isn’t into sell­ing real estate and you could get an incred­i­ble deal on some for­mer drug dealer’s house or some­thing. I men­tion this because if you’ve ever seen The House of Sand and Fog, you would prob­a­bly not want to buy a repos­sessed house. Every­thing that could go wrong for the peo­ple that buy Jen­nifer Connelly’s house goes wrong, mainly, every mem­ber of the fam­ily dies. One is shot and killed by the mar­ried police offi­cer boyfriend of Con­nelly, one is poi­soned, and another suf­fo­cates himself.

As far as hap­pily ever after, this is not. So why take the chance you’ll either be shot, poi­soned or suf­fo­cated and even think about buy­ing a repos­sessed house?

Death

death

A friend of mine died today. He was a work friend, but I knew more about his life than the major­ity of the peo­ple that I work with, so I con­sider him not a work friend but a real friend.

Bob L’Roy was a goofy goofy man. He smoked, drank, and cussed with the best of him, but he was loyal. He played the drums, liked camp­ing and boat­ing, and was an all around good guy. His desk at work was right in front of mine. Every time I look over my mon­i­tor I will miss him.

He went to UT back in the 60’s and got shot at by Charles Whit­man. After stay­ing in school as long as he pos­si­bly could, he got drafted into the Army and became an APC dri­ver. He saw com­bat and was wounded when his APC drove over a Viet­cong mine. It was a mil­lion dol­lar wound and he got to come back to the states.

He bummed around and started drum­ming for var­i­ous jazz musi­cians, going on the road with them and mak­ing music his life. He enjoyed it, but he longed for some­thing more seden­tary. He even­tu­ally went back to school, learned pro­gram­ming, and started work­ing with com­put­ers. He worked here and there for var­i­ous com­pa­nies pro­gram­ming in the 80’s, fix­ing things here, mak­ing things bet­ter there.

Even­tu­ally he and I started work­ing together. He was friendly, affa­ble, and liked to tell jokes. He and I talked a lot about his time at UT and the Army. He was quiet and con­sid­er­ate of oth­ers and never failed to make you feel wel­come around him. Some­times he would bore me to tears, telling me about some piece of pro­gram­ming he’d writ­ten that he was proud of, and how it still needed tweak­ing, but that was com­ing, and then later he’d tell me more, and man, it was dull, but he was proud of what he did, which is not some­thing a lot of peo­ple can say with what they create.

I had planned to go see him tomor­row. I had hoped he would hang on, and I didn’t make it. He wasn’t con­science, and he wouldn’t have known I was there, but I feel guilty and self­ish. He was there, lay­ing there, and now he’s not.

He’s been dead about 2 hours now. My coworker talked to him about God once, and from what he heard Bob’s in pretty good hands right now. I hope he is.

Here’s his obit -

L’ROY, ROBERT F. Age 62, of Allen, Texas, passed away June 2, 2006, in Dal­las, Texas. He was born April 22, 1944, in Carthage, Mis­souri, to Robert E. and Alice (Hen­son) L’Roy. He served in the U.S. Army dur­ing the Viet­nam Con­flict and was a Pur­ple Heart recip­i­ent. He was very active in the Dal­las jazz music scene as a bassist, before receiv­ing a Master’s of Com­puter Sci­ence Degree from East Texas State Uni­ver­sity Com­merce. Mr. L’Roy last worked for SBC as a com­puter ana­lyst in Irv­ing. He is sur­vived by many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. His par­ents pre­ceded him in death. Vis­i­ta­tion with the fam­ily will be from 6:00 to 9:00 P.M., Wednes­day, June 7, 2006, at Turrentine-Jackson-Morrow Funeral Home. A pri­vate inter­ment will be at Ridgeview Memo­r­ial Park. To con­vey con­do­lences or to sign an online reg­istry, please visit:, www.tjmfuneral.com Tur­ren­tine Jack­son Mor­row Ridgeview Memo­r­ial Park Exit 38 N Cen­tral Expwy (972) 542‑2601 turrentinejacksonmorrow.com

OB6 Obit­u­ar­ies, Notices

Pub­lished in the Dal­las Morn­ing News on 6/6/2006.

Good­bye, Yeti Bob. I’ll see you someday.