Lowdown move on Obama’s part to give away free tickets to a Dave Matthew’s concert during a Bill Clinton speech at Indiana University. If that’s how you have to get your voters, no damn wonder people don’t trust your motives. Worse yet, some idiot kids actually swayed their vote because of it. That’s pathetic. What’s next? “Buying” votes with free iPods and music downloads?
Mr. G and I watched “I Am Legend” last night. I guess the gist of the movie is that most of the country has been wiped out by some sort of epidemic and Smith is a scientist, Robert Neville, trying to find a cure. (One tends to wonder what the point of that is at this late date?) The “people” who are living have rabies type symptoms, which I guess turned them into vampire types who live in the dark. (Hey, I never claimed to be all about the details.) For the first part of the movie, it’s just Neville and his dawg Sam. Sadly, Sam was bitten by one of the vampire folks and contracted the virus. Neville was devastated and all alone, talking to mannequins. Then a woman and her son travel to NYC to meet Will after hearing his radio transmissions. Unfortunately, not long after, she was PMS’ing something awful and ragged on Will about not putting the toilet seat down, so he shot her, preferring total silence to the sound of her constant nagging. So much for him being so desperate for company that he begged the mannequin to say ‘hello’ to him, huh? Too bad he shot her before she had a chance to use that infamous put down: “not if you were the last man on earth!”
A few minutes into the movie, Mr. G asked was why there were so many lions in New York City. My first question was why in the world did Will Smith’s character bother to set his alarm clock when he was the only one alive? Not like he has a demanding schedule to keep. Then we both wondered where he was getting his electricity, running water, internet and radio broadcasting signals if there was no one else alive? The people who made this movie lost me when Will Smith’s character had to strangle his infected dog, Sam (aka Kona) a beautiful German Shepherd. SCREW THEM!!! I HEART DOGS!! I would have found the movie much more enjoyable had Smith been killed off and the dog lived. I have a hard time buying Smith in a serious role like this. He’s ok, but I think he’s better at comedy. Luckily he did NOT sing in this movie and not a single “get jiggy widdit” was uttered. On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the best, I rate this a "big, freaking waste of time".
If the CW had to have a show called “A Farmer Wants A Wife,” couldn’t they at least have picked a STUDLY farmer, instead of some scrawny guy? I’ve seen the calendars. I know there are tons of sexy cowboys and ranchers out there.