rain, rain go away

it is a testament to my great love for the wanger that, despite the fact that it is pissing it down rather angrily outside, i am still planning to haul my sorry self thirty blocks north to help him move to his new apartment. dedication, i tell you, dedication.

speaking of the wanger, we saw a surprisingly good film the other week, one which truly made me comprehend the power of the marketing team. the movie was 'brotherhood of the wolf,' and when i'd rented it, i'd been expecting a strange (though fun) romp, something along the lines of a kung-fu movie with fussy french wigs. that, after all, was what the trailers, ads and posters had led me to believe. and they were partially right. it was actually a kung fu-monster-period-romance-political-cult film. absolutely stunning. as i kept telling wang, it was a movie that had everything. monsters, gore, and pretty dresses with crinolines. how it got so monumentally overlooked upon its theatrical release is just absolutely beyond me. actually, no, it's not. the movie was marketed towards a very specific subgroup. what subgroup that was, i can't actually venture to guess. but we were only presented with the merest, basest hint of what the film actually had to offer. and most of us lazy moviegoers did not respond to that particular bait. sadly. so, as i reach the end of this tirade, i realize that i have really no point here except to say this: go rent it. rent the dvd. the extended version. 2 1/2 hours of wholesome french goodness.

rock it.

and now, to prepare myself for the great plunge into the abyss of precipitation and manual labor.