Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I Dreamed a Dream Within a Dream, Within a Movie...


Inception is the rare blockbuster that provides you with huge action scenes, explosions, car chases and good looking stars, all the while demanding your full attention. As the viewer, your eyes focus on the stunning visuals, while your mind gets destroyed by the complexity of the story. A Michael Bay movie, this is not.

Set in a somewhat futuristic present day world, Inception stars Leonardo DiCaprio as Dom Cobb, a professional thief who specializes in stealing from people’s dreams. He takes on one last job with his team (Joseph Gordon Levitt, Tom Hardy plus new recruit Ellen Page) from a Japanese business man (Ken Watanabe) who promises to erase his vague legal issues, which will allow Cobb to reunite with his two children, who are back home in the States.

To explain any further only gives things away. I can tell you, though, that this “one last job” is not to steal an idea form the “mark” (played by Cillian Murphy), but to implant one; a feat which is said to be impossible. At the very least, “inception” involves a considerable amount of risk, and hence, a thriller is born.

Christopher Nolan has proven his worth to me more times than one. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all of his films, (even Insomnia, which isn't as highly regarded) and his screen-writing abilities only further intrigue me. (How does a mind like his exist?) A common theme among his films is jumping back and forth between time frames within the film, creating an intricate puzzle that can leave the viewer confused, yet wholly satisfied by film’s end.

As someone who commonly remembers his dreams, I was blown away with how detailed and intricate the script was in dealing with the human subconscious. I’ve picked apart my own dreams to figure out what certain themes may represent, or how seemingly random moments and people from your life can just pop-up within these - as I like to put it - “movies of the mind.” With Inception, Nolan incorporates all of these ideas, and explains them in a way that is existential, yes, but without the common art-house pretentiousness. After all, this is a heist film at its core; and what is a summer blockbuster without action?

The film is shot beautifully, with, most importantly for this film fan, limited CGI. The zero gravity fight scene, which rivals anything from the Matrix, was done with a rotating set & cable work. This method allows the viewer to believe the unbelievable aspects of this world, because it doesn’t look like it was done with a computer.

At 2 ½ hours, the film didn’t feel long to me. In fact, it moved along at pretty slick pace, which was heightened by the fantastic score which underlined the entire film. I sensed both the urgency and the excitement that was being presented, and I was completely hooked form the beginning. As I mentioned before, my eyes were locked on the visuals, while my mind was being blown apart. A movie that does that is worth viewing again…and in this case, you’ll probably have to just to fully-grasp its complexity.


5 Dented Bumpers*



*Crash’s Film Rating Legend:
5 DB’s -- Freaking Fantastic! (a rating that’s not easily attained.)
4–4.5 DB’s -- Great: It’s worth seeing again/owning.
3–3.5 DB’s -- Decent – Good (I’d watch it again on cable)
2–2.5 DB’s -- Meh; (possibly had potential, but I won’t watch it again)
1DB -- Awful; I want my money back.


Anything less is not even worth downloading illegally

Monday, July 26, 2010

A Fist-Pump to the Sky...

I love when callers are excited to win tickets...Like Mike was to get Fred Rock tickets this morning. Only problem: he didn't actually get the trivia answer correct, lol....I gave the tickets to him...eventually. Check out the audio below.

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-Crash-

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Boy Who Cried Foul...


So, I struck out in slow pitch… twice… in my first game.

It was this utter humiliation that drove me to avoid playing on my new team for 5 weeks. (Not true…but it's much sadder this way) Either way, this past Sunday I made my return to The Slammers <- my Sunday's only beer-league-type slow pitch team. The heat was on. (No really; it was in the 30's…and humid.)

Seeing as how, for various reasons including a couple rain postponements and my own wedding, I hadn't played with the team since that fateful first outing, I'm dead-last in the batting order. The pressure to actually get on base was outstanding, and I had lots of time to agonize over my first at-bat.

The first pitch is thrown. I count: one...two... swing on three.

Whiff!

It was a swing and a miss, followed by laughter from our dugout; followed by cursing under my breath.

The 2nd Pitch

Contact is made (though barely). The ball grounds to the short-stop who decided to throw to third for the out rather than catch me at first. I was on base…fielder's choice, yes, but I was on base. Mission Accomplished. My stats still sucked, but beefing those up from the comedic Zero was never the goal of the day…a pipe dream, perhaps, but never a goal.

My next at bat was similar to the first, except this time the fielder elected to throw to first for the out. (I won't be focusing on my defensive play; The day wasn't about that. Although I did get an assist, we don't keep track of defensive stats, so…why try so hard?)

For my final at-bat of the game I stepped to the plate, amidst tremendous scrutiny and jeering from my teammates (If you know me at all, you know I dish it out as well as the best of them). The pitch is thrown.

Contact is made. I drive it deep into left field. So deep, in fact, that it sails over the netting designed to keep balls in the park. That's right, reader; I nailed one out of the park. My team was in shock from awe. I felt fantastic; it was the best contact a bat I'd swung had ever made with a softball.

It was foul.

So, while my story loses its impressiveness at this point, I have a reason to look forward to next weekend and a new goal to work toward: making it to second base.

-Crash-

Friday, July 16, 2010

Third Time's a Charm!

After two failed attempts, I was finally able to make my interview with Steve Mazur of Our Lady Peace happen. We talked for about 15 minutes. This is what made the air: