Top Ten Worst Movies Ever!!!

No, I'm actually not going to list them. I'm just submitting for inclusion a new movie that should be number amongst the ranks.

Some are aware that ktbee and I have been planning for some time to go see Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. Most of you have been wondering why. Now that we've seen the movie, I'm wondering why also.

I'll start with the good points: Hot Cuban Man Chest. Cool Dancing.

That was it. The story started with a "based on actual events" disclaimer. However, it's so badly done, so difficult to suspend the disbelief, that KTBee and I were wondering if "actual events" referred merely to the fact that Fidel Castro came to power in Cuba.

In a comment last week, I referred to the movie not by name, but as "that movie that doesn't star Patrick Swayze." Imagine my surprise when I suddenly hear the voice of "Johnny Castle" coming from the hotel dance studio where a ballroom dance lesson is given. Lo and behold, it's him! In the same tight black pants and top, the same haircut, doing the same moves as in the first Dirty Dancing movie. But here's the problem. This movie actually takes place a few years before the first. This version of Johnny is obviously 20 years older! Okay, so they never actually called him Johnny, but if you're going to have Swayze do the cameo, you should take into account the age thing and maybe dress him different and not suggest so much that he's the same character. And sadly, while Swayze's body and dancing looked beautiful, he's just not so great above the neck anymore. Maybe it was the makeup people trying to make him look younger, but he ended up looking like a claymation figure under a heavy coat of shiny wax. Maybe they should have hired the Too Wong Foo makeup people.

But enough about our aging dancer pal.

Let's skip now to the climax of the movie: The big dance contest interrupted by Revolution!!!! That's right. One minute they're dancing. The next minute, there's a scuffle amongst the patrons of the club as a would-be assasination of an unnamed target is thwarted by the boy who's supposed to be dancing, then a quick run through the streets, then there's a crowd cheering. Batista has fled the country, Castro has risen to power. Pretty blonde girl and her family have to leave now. All of this took place in about 3 minutes of film and without a single shot being fired. It was like they had a lot more planned for the story, but ran out of time so, "oh yeah, that happened too."

So the movie ended, the lights went up, and KTBee and I stared in awe at the screen and chorused, "That was really awful."

Sunday, I needed to counteract the damage to my senses and went to see Monster. Wow. I was impressed. It's a tricky thing to make a viewer feel sympathy, revulsion, and horror all at the same time. Disturbing, but very good.


OH! And completely off topic, but it's my journal so I can! I didn't know Dan Akroyd was doing a radio show! I stumbled across the "House Of Blues Hour" (or something like that) hosted by Elwood Blues last night as I was going to bed. And it's even on the only station other than the rap station that I can get on my radio. Yay!

Ah, there it is.

Around 1996-97 I cut caffeine out of my life completely for health reasons. I eventually started allowing little bits back in, until I once again was consuming mass quantities of it on a daily basis.

Signs of the original health reasons have started to resurface indicating that I once again must say goodbye to caffeine. So, this will mean no more Cherry Pepsi, no chocolate, no Dr. Pepper, etc. I can't go completely cold turkey due to the Girl Scout cookies in my house that contain chocolate and must be eaten, and there's also a bottle of Mountain Dew which maybe I can use in small quantities for a few days until it's gone (I hate to waste it). But other than this, it's out. I stopped as of Friday.

Of course, when I did this before, I wasn't physically addicted to the stuff. I just quit, no problem.

The headache and the general oogyness have just kicked in.

I'm gonna be a little grumpy for the next few days, I think.

I think this is a compliment

I was going to email this thought to gypsykevin but since I've just been informed he's returning to LJ, I'll post it instead.

I was watching Inside the Actors Studio last night, and the guest was Hugh Jackman. I spent most of the hour in a state of "Egads, he's attractive!" drooling, but every now and then, he'd grin. I've never seen this grin come out in any of his characters. It occurred whenever James Lipton asked him something that might be a little embarassing or cause him to feel a little self concious.

Every time it happened, I found myself thinking, y'know, he kind of reminds me of Kevin.