Albeit late in the evening, I'd like to think I'm still lucid enough, at least on this occasion to be able to digest a movie. But maybe I lost something, or have been missing something. I'll say that Buffalo '66 is in the least interesting and unique in its use of odd montage and collage sequences and a stunning set of camera shots posed at multiple angles and directions, but did I miss the reason for the fairy-tale ending, or even the chase after some fat ass football player who supposedly took a bribe to miss a field goal in the super bowl. It wasn't his fault he went to jail for five years for a crime he never committed, it was the loan shark's who he failed to pay off the 10 grand debt to, duh! And then to actually have him rethink shooting the guy and killing himself for a woman, albeit hotty Christina Ricci. Who didn't see that coming. The movie explored an unrealistic eventuality leaving the total theme and mission of this man unended. The whole point was he was supposed to gain his parents respect, wait, he didn't do that, and then he was supposed to shoot the fucker and kill himself like in his whole imagined sequence with his parents sitting at his grave yelling at the radio about the current Bills game. Now that was an ending, but oh no, lets go ahead and let the schmuck be happy. Oi. The movie would have been far more profound as a testament to the general human condition had the director/lead role pulled his head out his crack and taken a few breaths of B.O. instead of the usual shit he was mucking through in the movie. At least Troop Beverly Hills is on now, that oughtta unpiss me off a bit.
Quote of the Day:
"There was a time when I liked a good riot. Put on some heavy old street clothes that could stand a bit of sidewalk-scraping, infect myself with something good and contagious, then go out and stamp on some cops. It was great, being nine years old."--Spider, Transmetropolitan