That was probably the only line that I found amusing in Sleepless in Seattle. In fact, it was probably the only scene that I really enjoyed. Nora Ephron's middle act of the "Meg Ryan Romantic Comedy trilogy" (When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle & You've Got Mail) seemed rather bland revisiting it some 10+ years later.
Now don't be shocked... I know it's been like 2 months since my last post. Of the three dedicated readers I had, I've probably lost two of them. Unfortunately, since I feel that I'm one of the three readers I constantly speak of, apparently I now write this blog entirely for only myself.
For the past couple of years I've been addicted to TCM's "31 Days of Oscar." However, this year "Otto Von Weenis" has only recorded a few select films for me to watch. For some strange reason, Sleepless in Seattle was one of them.
(On a sidenote, "Little Buddy", my 3 1/2 year old 60 hour TiVo unit went off to the digital farm in the sky back at the beginning of February. Thank goodness for service plans. In less than 24 hours, "Little Buddy" was replaced with the slightly now-beefier "Otto Von Weenis" 80 hour TiVo unit, recording all of our television shows with the greatest of ease).
Please don't assume that my TiVo is is just randomly recording movies for me (because it could, if I let it). Instead I methodically scroll through the line-up for the next 13 or so days and pick and choose what happens to peak my interest.
For some odd reason, Sleepless in Seattle peaked my interest. I regret the decision, but only after wasting 100 minutes that I could have been using to level my Dwarf Hunter Vonweenis on WoW. (Yes, yes... there is a similarity in names, but only for obvious reasons: Willis and I couldn't think of anything else that worked for naming the new TiVo unit.)
I know, I know... I'm an addict and I'm willing to admit it. However, there have been other things going on in my life that have kept me from posting as well.
There has been (as of late) an ever-present lingering of doom vacating my current place of employment. I've enjoyed the 7+ years I've invested in the company I work for, but the recent leadership has been, shall I say, not up to par. But it's not just crappy leadership, but crappy leadership with the intent of serious repercussions if things aren't done a certain way. No one dare disagree with The Emperor, or you'll most likely regret it. (I had been treading water in this sort of environment for over four months before I decided that I liked being employed more than being fired.)
But on a lighter note, I've recently sensed the winds of change possibly coming from the east and things could be looking up very soon. A couple of my fellow co-workers decided to get all Woodward and Bernstein on their collective asses and the ever-present lingering of doom I spoke of earlier, could be coming to a screeching hault, if they have any say about it.
[Please enter stick and turn counter clockwise into the fecal-infested storm.]
[Rinse.]
[Repeat.]
But getting back to what I was saying earlier... when watching Sleepless in Seattle, I got the cuteness. I got the romance. I got the humor and sometimes clever dialogue. What I didn't get was how an eight-year-old (passing as twelve) could somehow find himself all the way to NYC without someone wondering how? Even if he got on the plane, off the plane, got into the first taxi cab he saw outside of the LaGuardia Airport, and even if he safely arrived at the Empire State Building, how in the hell did he get out of the house and all the way to the Sea-Tac Airport without drawing some sort of suspicion?? That, my friends, is a crock of s**t.
This is when reality kicked in and I was immediately booted from the fanatasy world that is cinema and I eagerly popped the recording to the end and deleted without the slightess remorse.
Anyways, I hope that this now random post is a spark that will eventually rekindle my review site and things might get back to normal.
If not, cherish what you read... you may not hear back from me again until I hit level 60.
Until Next Time.
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