Weekend Plans Post: The Double Feature
Maribou was out of town last weekend and one of my buddies said “come on over! We’ll watch some movies!” and he suggested the new Top Gun and I suggested The Black Phone (a movie that he had never heard of).
Okay, I’m going to talk about the movies here and talk about spoilers for both. HOWEVER. The spoilers I talk about are going to be spoilers that you can see for yourselves in the trailers. So if you’ve seen the trailers, you’re not going to get new information here. If you haven’t… well, I’ll just say that both movies are pretty good and you know pretty much what you’re getting when you see the movie poster. The Black Phone is a thriller movie (with some, not a lot, of horror elements) and Top Gun: Maverick is a Tom Cruise movie where planes go fast and there’s rock and roll montages and explosions. So if either of those sounds good, great! You’re going to have a treat when you watch it. If that doesn’t sound good? Well, these ain’t gonna change your mind.
Spoilers follow, but they’re the spoilers that you get when you watch a movie trailer. So here are the movie trailers:
See? They give away the whole dang movie in the trailers anymore.
Anyway.
When it comes to The Black Phone, let me open by saying that I really can’t stomach horror flicks anymore. I loved the Nightmare on Elm Street movies and the Hellraisers and whatnot in the 80s but somewhere around Event Horizon I started asking myself “what the heck are we doing here?” and somewhere around The Ring I said “Nope, no more of these.”
But I still liked the “edge of your seat” thrillers. I just didn’t like the horror stuff. So when I saw the trailer for The Black Phone, I got intrigued. It looked like a thriller rather than a horror flick.
So I asked if we could watch The Black Phone first while the sun was still up. And you know what? It’s a thriller. It’s got some horror elements to it but it mostly plays with the horror tropes while taking the thriller tropes seriously. The big one? If you’ve seen The Ring or The Grudge or any number of the creepy kid movies that were big in the oughts, you’ll know the whole feeling of dread when the dead kids show up. And after the movie? You’ll be holding the blankets and wondering if maybe your significant other could come to bed a little bit early.
Not here! When the dead kids show up, they’re helping! Hurray!, you’ll say. One of the dead kids! Whew!
The main thing going on in the film that you might not necessarily pick up from the trailer is that the movie is set in the late 70’s in Denver. So you’ll see people pulling pop tops off of Coors and you’ll look at the mountain range in the distance and only people from Colorado will know that that ain’t Denver.
The movie has a host of fun (and dreadful) characters that will have you at the edge of your seat and wondering “Jeez, was a young Stephen King involved with this?” and I’ll tell you that the movie is based on a Joe Hill short story. Joe Hill is the pen name of Joseph King, Stephen’s kiddo. If there’s one person on the planet who can get away with taking Stephen King’s basic formulas and running with them, it’s going to be the kid who sat at the table while Stephen gave speeches about how to tell a story and make it *STICK*.
So if you’re okay with a thriller filled with dead kids that you’ll be relieved to see and a story flow in the vein of 70’s and 80’s Stephen King? Check out The Black Phone. (I slept like a baby. No leftover dread whatsoever.)
Speaking of the 80’s, Top Gun was one of the big hits of the decade. Jet planes, volleyball, testosterone, father issues… everything you could ever want in a movie about a hotshot pilot. Well, 35ish years later, it got a sequel.
The kids who watched the movie in their teens are now fully GenX grownups in their prime and they will see themselves in this movie:
“You should be management.”
“I’m more of an engineer.”
“We’re going to make you management.”
“Suit yourself.”
“WHY IN THE HECK ARE YOU SUCH A FRUSTRATING MANAGER?!?!?”
And so on. Maverick will give you everything you could ever want in a sequel that came out 35 years later. Jet planes, football, testosterone, father issues… everything you could ever want in a movie about a hotshot pilot trainer.
Both movies will give you more or less exactly what you’re expecting and while both movies have surprises, the surprises are of the form “how are they going to do the thing I know they’re going to do?” rather than “what are they going to do?”
I mean, hey. If you already watched the trailers, you’ve pretty much seen the movies, right?
This weekend will be a weekend where I am *NOT* going to watch a movie. Instead, Tiger had his canines removed today and he is recovering from the anesthesia and, golly, is he ticked off at the two of us. So this weekend will be one of making amends to Tiger and running errands to refill the fridge, do the travel laundry that Maribou brought back from Seattle with her, and recover from a heckuva week.
So… what’s on your docket?
Last weekend I was trying to get caught up on yard work, since I didn’t get any done the previous weekend during our flooring experience. I finished mowing and part of the trimming and edging, when I realized I was out of weedeater string. During all of that, I also hurt my back, so I never got around to finishing. This wasn’t the worst experience with back pain I have had, and I am mostly recovered, but I plan to do as little as possible this weekend. We have a few errands to run, but hopefully that is it.
Oh yeah, and my wife and I no longer fit in our wedding rings. Several weeks ago, we went to get replacements. Mine was titanium, so I just had to get a replacement. However, for her, we got a custom ring that reused her existing stones. I got the call yesterday that we can pick up the ring today, so we get to do that tonight.Report
Perhaps a warning: Maribou and I discovered that we didn’t quite fit in our wedding rings anymore a little over a decade back.
We did the responsible thing and went to the jeweler and had our (simple) rings expanded.
Then we did the (even more) responsible thing and went on the South Beach Diet and went to the YMCA three times a week to make our newly larger rings into rings that were too big.
So we went back to the jeweler and got our rings smaller-sized.
And then we gained weight again and then we said “heck with it” and now neither of us wear wedding rings.
If we get hit on, we count that as a victory.Report
Have to catch-up on Pasture maintenance as well as equipment maintenance this weekend. But, before that, Lady M and I are going to watch aging X’er Brad Pitt ironically assassinate
milennialspeople on a train. At least that’s what the trailers lead me to believe.ReportHeck yeah! Trying to talk a couple of my people into going to see that tonight as well.Report
:fist bump:
I feel like Mr. Pitt embraced his inner X starting with Oceans 11 … since then only growth.Report
Update: It was ridiculous, dumb, and a whole lot of fun. The cameos were great.Report
Definitely the most fun I’ve had in a movie theater in a long time.Report
Yeah, came away from it… ‘full’. Not something that’s happened much during the current era of nonsense Superhero movies.
Not exactly fine dining and not exactly take-out, nor any sort of health food; more like a regular restaurant that serves good hamburgers and meatloaf… but definitely better that the empty cotton candy carnival food we’ve been eating.
Except for the fact that we’re emotionally investing in the lives of murderous sociopathic crime lords (who love their families, mostly) – on that score I can’t tell if it’s deliberate subversion (the Director is making fools of us) or simply modern moral ambivalence (the Director *is* the fool).
But other than that, a murder mystery on a train full of murderers.Report
I don’t know. Frankly, I’m fairly exhausted – this has been A Week, between student health issues (several out with COVID and missing the first exam, another one who may have a brain tumor and I’ve been trying to work with them to keep them caught up) and Issues in another part of my life. And I did my big self-assessment report for the year, which always leaves me feeling inadequate. And it’s hot, and humid, and the allergens are bad. And just all the wearying news of the world.
I’ve got MOST of the fabric tubs home and unpacked. I am going to run out of space on the metal shelves. I don’t know whether to grab more tubs when I run home for lunch, or to start contemplating yarn storage (in a different room) or what. What I really want to do is make space in the sewing room and either start a new quilt top or hand quilt on the one I put back in the frame.
Instead: I may just go home and stare at the wall. It’s been that kind of a week.Report
I have also been informed that I will be getting boosted today.Report
“ha ha, antibodies go brrrr”
I got my second booster (which was just the OG shot all over again) in July and I had a strong enough immune reaction that I prefer not to be alone when I get the next one, so I’m gonna see if I can talk the Jewel pharmacy up at my mom’s out of a bivalent booster when I’m up there for Thanksgiving.
I hear tell that around here, whatever strain is going around is behaving more like OG Covid again, with the loss of taste and smell. Of course we’re not “typing” so I have no idea if it’s a new strain, a variant, or if OG has reared its head again. A friend who has had both boosters caught it from her son, who caught it at pre-K.
I’m just…..so tired.Report
Well, I found myself asking “why in the heck am I going to get a second booster for Alpha?” and being mostly against the idea entirely.
Then they came out with one for Omicron and I found myself saying “well, this is what you wanted, right?” and my boss told me that he was going to get boosted but since the boosters only protect you for two months, he was going to time it so that he got his protection over Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I thought that that was a good play but have since been told, no, you’re getting it today.Report
Got it. Got the flu shot too.
Ugh. Tomorrow is going to be slow.Report
Friday night: some dull pain at the injection site, some feeling kinda loggy.
Saturday: My arm felt like someone had been giving me “two for flinching” all day Friday. I had *ZERO* gas in the car. None. It was tough to get the gumption together to play a video game. (I managed but, seriously, got nothing done on Saturday.)
Sunday: Felt great. Woke up, made everybody breakfast, did dishes, finished the laundry, beat Arkham City. Whew.Report
I hate getting old. This week was the first trip to the lawyer to start rearranging our finances in light of my wife’s progressive memory loss. It’s a bad week when the highlight of the meeting is the lawyer saying, “Oh, good! You have a power of attorney she signed that’s only 12 years old. That will make things easier!” Either that, or, “You’ve done everything pretty much exactly right. Unless the government decides to f*ck with you, you’re good.”
OTOH, the 20 miles on the bicycle went well — legs, lungs and heart all seem to be doing well. Even got to help a young woman with her bike flipped upside down on the side of trail, cursing a blue streak. She had a flat, and all the gear to fix it, but her husband had put the wheel on most recently, and had cranked the quick-release hub down so tight she couldn’t get it loose. With some focus, I could. I suspect there’s a guy out there who’s not getting laid for weeks.
Weekend for recovery. It would be nice if the Denver Broncos and the CSU Rams could both win their football games.Report
In the category “you learn something new local every day”… The basketball/volleyball arena on the Colorado State campus is Moby Arena. That’s what the big shiny letters on the outside say. I had always assumed it was named after a donor. Today I learned that after it was built, someone observed that it looked like a beached whale where someone else who worked for the campus newspaper could hear it. There followed a successful grassroots campaign to officially name it “Moby Arena” after Melville’s novel.
I should have considered the possibility. When my children were at an appropriate age, they heard me cursing at the overgrown bush in one corner of the backyard that I couldn’t keep under control or even outright kill. “Moby Bush” is still a piece of family folklore.Report
Oh, good luck. Is power of attorney something we ought to renew periodically? Maribou and I got each other’s when we did the Last Will and Testament thing. Is that something that will eventually age poorly?Report
I have friends in from Canada (yes, they’re actual friends!) and I discovered they’ve never seen The Death of Stalin. So, the highlight of my weekend will be introducing them to that comic gem. I can’t wait!
Also, my foursome won the charity scramble we played in today, so it’s shaping up to be a great weekend.Report
I admit to never seeing it too. I’ve heard good things just… well. You know.Report