2004-05-21 - 12:48 AM
Season Finale of Smallville: I feel properly cliff-hung. Plot twists abounded, truths were revealed, a suitable sense of "Must watch next season so I understand what the hell is going on" was instilled. Respectable.
Series finale of Friends: Sweet, all sorts of huggable closure. Good balance of laughs and "awwe" elements of seriousness. Closure, sorta. Respectable.
Series Finale of Angel: ALL SORTS OF KICKASS. Impossible to discuss without tossing spoilers left and right. Daggers through my heart when they killed my favorite character(They have a knack for that. Doyle, Cordelia, the one that dies in this episode, those bastards!). Absolute daggers. Crazy style, purest heroes cutting swaths of destruction even though they're dooming themselves in the process. Last scene was perfect. The kind of episode that makes a buffy fan fall off the couch going "YEAH! Uh... YEAH!" Practically spraying cheeto dust on their unsuspecting comrades in fandom.
Billy: I do not believe there to be any "JGB movies" other than fandango, in terms of ability to encompass the concept. However, I do sort of keep a mental list of movies that evoke a certain feeling, touch on facets of what it's like to be us. Currently, and in no particular order:
Freak talks about sex
Big FIsh
American Beauty
Fight Club
The Salton Sea
Everyone's list will vary, as some see movies in ways others do not, as well as, I think, the concept of the Jungle Gym Boys may vary from person to person. You, for instance, must have standards or something, for your infuriating distaste with Welcome to Woop Woop. Wait, okay, adding that one to the list.
In other news, I have the first 20 seconds of the toast all written out. It would be the first 23 if I could only figure out how to incorporate "Dave was born a poor black man" at the beginning, and manage to make it flow into the rest so everyone could realize it was a joke before all the racists (it's the midwest, after all) leapt up and took their wedding presents home.
Note to self. Leave that out. When in Rome, don't make fun of romans. Before guns killed people, Romans did.
Peace out, home skillets.
-Alex
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