Well, dear readers, I think I may need a new pair of reading glasses – these current ones are still okay they’re 1.2 but I think 1.5 might serve me better these days. Or a pair where I can adjust the focus in the eye that’s not perfect. Perhaps a visit to CVS is in order. Moving right along, I did watch a motion picture last night, a 2025 thing released in late February that can now be rented for $2.99. It looked like it might be a fun actioner but unfortunately looks were deceiving. One wonders how anyone read the script and greenlit it – they probably just read the log line, which was probably something like, “It’s Die Hard in London, but with a woman protagonist.” Uh huh. The dialogue is beyond dreadful. Daisy Ridley plays Bruce Willis – oops, sorry – a young woman named Joey, who is a window cleaner in one of London’s tallest buildings. Her brother is autistic, and she hasn’t really been there for him. We know he’s autistic because early on he says, “Does he know I’m autistic?” Prior to her window cleaning job, Daisy was in the military and very proficient in combat. The film only runs around ninety-three minutes sans end credits. And yes, there’s a big party by an evil corporation on a high floor. And yes, terrorists crash the party and are going to make the evil corporate people and the higher-ups who benefit from their evil lies about what they’re doing for the climate and the Earth. But wait – don’t we want to cheer the bad guys for making them confess their evil doings? Exactly. Clive Owen plays the leader of the pack, but since he probably only worked two or three days on the film, he is soon dispatched and the really bad and crazy guy takes over – he’s just going to kill everyone and blow up the building because – pay attention now – he’s a radical fanatic who thinks humans are the problem so he’s just gonna get rid of a few. See what I mean? Die Hard works because Alan Rickman as head villain is funny and great and because what they’re doing at least makes a modicum of sense. Also, Mr. Willis is there from the get-go and is the driver of the film. In Cleaner, poor Daisy is kept OUTSIDE the building for over an hour of the running time, basically trying not to fall off, shouting at people through windows – she cannot drive from outside the windows of a 50-story building. When she finally gets INSIDE then at least we get some okay action scenes, but the villain is so ridiculous that you just can’t take any of it seriously. Add to that it’s purported low budget of 25-million dollars, you get a LOT and I mean a LOT of green screen sequences. The director is Martin Campbell, whose made some decent movies, but this, sadly, isn’t one of them. He does his best, but you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. In fact, you can’t really make anything out of a sow’s ear other than a sow’s ear. Add to that, a non-score and some of the stupidest pop songs ever, and, well, let’s just say that the movie made 1.3 million at the box office.
You can always tell when the movie company wrote the Wikipedia page and they say the movie has 51% excellent reviews, implying that makes it a “Fresh” rating. No, it’s a rotten rating and most of the reviews are terrible. The ones that are decent are written by critics who really shouldn’t be critics anymore. Anyway, I enjoyed Daisy Ridley and that was about it. Highly not recommended by the likes of me.
Prior to that, I got almost eight hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, got a haircut, stopped at Popeye’s after and got the usual two mild chicken breasts and two biscuits, came home and ate them, but the biscuits seemed stale, and the chicken seemed like it had been sitting there from the day before. And I’ve been nauseous ever since, including now. After that, I wrote a bit, had some telephonic conversations, went and put gas in the motor car, dozed off for a bit, watched the movie, and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll write, I’ll eat something at some point, I’ll make some telephonic calls, write some more, and then watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I may or may not have a lunch meeting – hasn’t been confirmed yet, otherwise I’ll just be here writing all weekend.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, futz and finesse, write, eat, make telephonic calls, write, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the worst case of food poisoning you’ve ever had? I’ll start – Carl’s Jr. – lasted three entire days. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall dream of Die Hard but in London with a girl.