Sorry,

 but this couldn't be helped....

...yeah, this should convert a few emo children....or at least bring a smile to your confused American face

Pineapple Express

Last week, I was treated to a sweet dose of some purple haze.  

Er, hilarious dose. 

Meh, indie dose.

Doesn't matter (yes it does).  Point is that once I left the theatre after seeing Pineapple Express, my feet failed to touch the ground for a good fifteen minutes. 

At around minute two, I remembered the excellent buddy comedy movie I just watched.  The on-screen relationship between Dale Denton (Seth Rogen) and Saul Silver (James Franco) is what kept me high for the entire length of the movie.

Post-movie-time six minutes and thirty-two seconds, I thought about David Gordon Green's highly adept hand behind the camera.  His previous work (ex: the glorious George Washington) did an excellent job at presenting us with a thoughtful character piece.  Green manages to do the same with Rogen, Franco, McBride and our good friend cannabis.

Roughly three minutes and twelve seconds later, my mind recollected the incredibly funny scenes Pineapple Express threw into it for nearly two hours.

Then around minute fifteen (the large amounts of ganj smoked throughout the film apparently had some effect on my brain...vicariously of course) the films flaws started to poke their way back into my happy conscious.  The film is a great deal of fun.  I loved it.  Yet, I have to take it for what it is.  The script's endgame, felt like Rogen and Goldberg traded off bong hits and games of thumb wrestling with Michael Bay.  The film had it's moments where one minute it was flying, the next it was committing seppuku on its on roach clips.  There were just a handful of moments in the film where it tried to hard to avoid buddy-comedy pitfalls.  The friend fallout, the girl fallout, and then the 3-way man/friend fall-in during the 3rd act.  All of these moments stick out in my mind like Saul Silver's "thumb cock."  And to end it, Green (as great as he is) can't pull off the action movie it strives to be for the resolution.  It's clunky, slightly less funny, and horrifically violent (although usually I'm totally game for that stuff.)

After the film was cashed and I finally came down, it's safe to say that I enjoyed Pineapple Express.  It's shortcomings are forgivable, despite being very noticeable.  It's a film that will stand out to all those indie film-loving kids and adults and...what the hell... "old" people like Silver's grandma, who can sympathize with cannabis and those who live with it.

Moment of glory:  Red (McBride) listening to Bone Thugz and Harmony's "Crossroads" on the bathroom floor with wine coolers and two in the gut.  Brilliant!

First Cuts

Well, it has begun.

My professional entry into blog territory.  It's a bit bloggy and a bit jammy.

Having moved to L.A from Oklahoma, I've found myself without a website to publish too, nor a group of friends to spew my intellectual hooah on.

So, the internet will do.

Here, I will post my thoughts/reviews/whatevers for music, movies and culture.

Feel free to comment and argue with me.

Then feel free to shut the hell up, and agree with what I have to say.

Stay tuned.