Monday, March 14, 2005

Shallow Grave and other musings

The Boyfriend and I watched 'Shallow Grave' (Thank you, Netflix!) the other night, and it was not bad. I wouldn't call it the best movie ever, but it was entertaining, at least. For those of you who like Ewan McGregor, he looked very good (though for those of you who watch Ewan McGregor movies purely to see him get naked--Agent Man, you know I am looking at you, here--you'll be disappointed, as the only guys to get naked in this one are Christopher Eccleston and a bloated dead guy.)It's a tight little thriller, though nothing exactly new or special (it's by the same guy who directed 'Trainspotting'). The only reason I even heard of it is that the preview was on the video rental of 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.'

Right now, we've got 'Clay Pigeons', 'The Ice Storm', and 'Ghost World' to watch. The Boyfriend is non-plussed, as he is not so much a fan of artsy indie pics, though he loved 'Garden State' as much as I did. His favorite things to watch seem to be televised poker, cooking shows, sport shows, and science shows with Alan Alda (I have to admit that I, too, dig the Alan Alda shows. The other day, he managed to work a M*A*S*H* reference into one of them, and I was SUPER PSYCHED because I am a tragic nerd.) I have been trying to watch more educational programming, but it's hard. The other day, we watched some show about a giant volcano in 1816 that affected the world's climate for, like, two years. And yesterday, I watched a show about how archaeologists think they may have found the remains of the cities biblical scholars consider to be Sodom and Gomorrah (sorry to say, My Lady Disdain, there seems to be no scientific evidence of crazy orgies or anything of that nature.)I think The Boyfriend watches too many science shows, and he thinks I watch too many crime shows. I explained to him that I feel like I'm getting just as much information out of my shows (not to mention more USEFUL information) as he is from his. I figure knowing what to do in the event of a crime is much more useful than knowing...well, ANYTHING about string theory. So there's a theory the universe is made out of strings or whatever. So fucking what? Who cares? Will knowing those theories raise my salary or give me any kind of satisfaction? No. Will they help me out in an emergency? No. I know it's probably very ignorant of me, but I can't seem to force myself to be interested in the nature of the universe or any of that junk. I don't care how the universe got here--it's here. I don't care how scientists think it maybe might possibly theoretically end--it's perfectly likely that it'll be blown up in a nuclear holocaust before any of that stuff has a chance to happen.