Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Hussein in the membrane...

Seeing as how I now know how to post pictures I will share another quick tidbit in which my trusty camera phone and my ninja like skills came in handy.

A couple of weeks ago I was at my local Mexican take out joint (yes, I'm Mexican AND I eat Mexican food too! Weird huh?) After placing my order for taco's I take a seat and eagerly await my feast. Since I knew it would be a while I start to scan the joint and visually take in the clientel. The normal patrons were stuffing their faces with greasy Mexican food when one bastard in particular catches my eye! At first I thougt it was just my imagination, but after giving him the Buckwheat double take I realize it was him! As cocky as can be I see this fucker drinking and chatting away as free as can be and I feel my patriotic anger rise! I look around to see if anyone else see's what I see, but everyone seems oblivious to the mofo and this irritates me more. I decide that just telling this story wouldn't be enough and I would need proof! Luckily i had my camera phone so i pull it out of my pocket and flip it open. With stealth only taught to Shao Lin monks I slide closer to his table and while looking in my phone I act like I'm checking a missed call. I knew I had to be quick so I smoothly angle my phone towards him and take a quick photo. I turn away suddenly and like it was all planned ahead of time my order is ready. When I get out of my seat and run up to snatch my tastey morsels I notice he is looking at me and I get nervous! Did he see me? Surely he would retaliate before I left the restaurant with my photographic evidence? I do a quick power walk to my car and with cat like reflexes I start up the engine and drive away. On the way home I get out my phone to check the fruits of my labor. BULLSEYE! Given the situation, I was now staring at my reward! A nice picture of the Butcher of Baghdad! That's right! It was Saddam Hussein himself! Scarfing a burrito and not giving a shit about America or it's citizens! As long as he had plenty of fresh salsa and homemade tortilla chips, he could care less! Damn you Saddam, damn you to Hades!

DJB

Monday, June 27, 2005

When asking your friends for help comes to a grinding halt...

Cars. Cars I could care less about because I don't see the use in them other than getting me where I need to go. To be honest, the only thing I really take note of in every car i've owned is the stereo. It's been my experience that you can't drive anywhere without music! I've had my stereo stolen a couple of times (another thing I hate about cars...and the fucking thieves who break into them) and if I don't have music to listen to, then I just sing the chorus of songs I can remember. And there aren't too many I remember so there's just a lot of humming and words I do remember thrown in at certain points. Earlier this year my car was broken into and not only did they take my stereo, but the compilation cd's I kept in the car? This pissed me off because I know I had good shit on these cd's and some fucker was probably at home listening to them thinking, "Man, this CD is pretty fucking good! I wonder what's on the other ones?.." I was so bored when driving to work that I would play the ringtones in my phone when I drove! Really. I eventually picked up a stereo that played MP3 cd's so I would only have to keep one CD in my car. It works like a gem.

Now I like some cars, but not enough to check out when new brands or styles come out. I recall a conversation I had with someone where they asked me "Damon, if you could have any car you wanted, what would you get?"
"I could have any car?
"Yes, anything"
"Hmm... I would get a Previa van! With a nice stereo!"
"WHAT?! A Previa van?! C'mon! Don't be stupid, what car would you want!"
"...I'm serious. I like Previa vans and I've always wanted one?"
"What ever..."
For some reason I like geeky cars. My current g-ride is a Honda hatchback and I had always wanted one since I was in High School, and my only desire to get this car was because it looks like the shuttle cars on "STAR TOURS" at Disneyland! When I finally got one I drove it to my mothers house and my older sister walked out, looked at it, then turned to me and said "Isn't that the car you wanted when you were in High School?" "YUP!" and that was the end of that conversation. I was so proud of it I called my girlfriend at the time and raved on about how I got a new car. She was excited about it until she came over to my apartment and I walked her down to the garage. "That's it?"
"Yup!"
"Oh...why did you get this kind? You could have bought an explorer or something?"
"I didn't want one of those, i like this. It looks like the Star Tours shuttle!"
"Hmm... I don't know if I want to ride with you in this?!" Which she tried to make sound like a joke but wasn't. I know this because I rarely drove us anywhere after that day. As long as the car doesn't have more colors than the Partridge Family bus or if it isn't covered in primer than I don't see the problem?

Seeing as how my interest in cars is non-existent, my knowledge about car up keep is just as equal. I don't know shit about cars! I don't even know how to change my oil. I had this Volkswagen square back when I was younger (and I did like that car) which was pretty cherried out, but one time I had to put oil in it and almost put it in the radiator because I didn't know where it went. I can change a tire and installed speakers one time, but other than that, I'm pretty useless... The only talent I've had with cars is driving myself or my friends home after a few drinks. I'm not advocating drunk driving in the least, I just know sometimes you just got to get home. I even try to kid myself when something goes wrong with my car. For some stupid reason I always find myself popping the hood and looking under it like the problem is going to wave at me and shout out "RIGHT HERE DAMON! I'M WHAT'S NOT WORKING RIGHT! WANT TO KNOW HOW TO FIX ME?" This is why I have a triple A card. I constantly have people ask me about what I do with my car because they all know I'm automotively retarded! "Damon, have you changed your oil lately?" "Dude, your tires look like they need air?" "Your alignment seems off?" and other little tidbits that keep me aware of the fact I'm a terrible car owner. I don't mean to be, and I really wish I could work on cars, but I also know I have a thing about getting filthy and having dirty hands. This is enough to let me know that I will never learn shit about cars other than who to call to fix them.

Last thursday was one of those random times where my lack of knowledge would fuck me in the ass so good that whenever I sat in a chair I'd be able to pick it up like a suction cup! For almost two years I've been car pooling with a co-worker that lives on the way to the Casa De Barron. I don't really mind, because as I said it's on my way home, but she is also cool and will kick in for gas or pick up a dinner tab. We also get to ride in the carpool lane so that gets me home pretty quick. Yesterday was the same routine after work. We chat it up on the freeway and as I pull off the exit of the freeway we get stuck at a red light before I can make a left turn. As we're talking I hear an odd sound and lift my finger to halt the conversation. I roll my window all the way down and listen... then I hear it. "FFFSHHH" can be heard loud and clear and I don't know if it's a sprinkler or a tire? "Can you hear that?" I ask my carpool buddy (who's name is Pepper). Pepper gets a inquisitive look on her face and from the change in her expression I know she finally hears it. "What is that? Is that your tire?" "I don't know? I guess we'll find out right now?" I say as I point to the green light. I start to pull forward and the car runs jerky while making a loud "WHUP WHUP WHUP" sound as my front tire rolls. "Well, I guess it is my tire?" I tell her and we drive on it a bit to get to a gas station that is on the corner. Luckily for us it didn't get flat on the freeway, and even luckier for her we were just across the street from where her husband was going to pick her up. I pull into a parking slot and get out to see what was up with my tire. What was up with my tire was this...it was bald and flat! The reason it was leaking air might have had something to do with the fact that the wires were sticking out of the smooth rubber where treads should be! It was at this time I cursed myself for not checking it, or even thinking to check it! Now I was in a parking lot and would have to call triple A when all I wanted to do was pick up a macho burrito and go home to watch Dance 360! Shit!

Pepper reminds me how lucky we are that the tire went flat somewhere where we were able to get out of traffic and I agree. I get my cell phone out and look in my wallet for my triple A card. As I finally pull it out of my wallet Pepper says something along the lines of "I hope it's not expired" and this instantly pulls my eyes to the expiration date on the card, which reads "EXP. 12/04"! FUCK! I tell her it says 12/04 but then remember that I have it on my credit card so they just deduct the renewal fee when it's time. As I dial the phone Pepper asks if I have everything under control, I tell her I do and she goes across the street to meet her husband, but not before letting me know I could call her if I have any problems. What an angel.

I get through to triple A and get some automated message giving me a list of options to choose from to assist me. I hate these fucking automated message because you always have to jump around a few menu's before you get where you want to go. I end up being on hold for over 10 mins before I get a live person to talk to. "Hello! Thank you calling triple A, how can I help you today?"
"Hi. I have a flat tire and was calling for some assistance"
"Ok, can you give me the card number please?"
"Sure" and I start reading off all the digits to her
"Ok sir, just give me a minute here...ok...and is this Damon?"
"Yes it is..."
"Ok...well, it looks like your accounts been canceled as of...as of March of this year?"
"HUH?! Are you sure? I didn't cancel it?"
"Yes sir it is canceled. It says her it is because of a credit card decline?"
"Declined?! Can you tell me the number?" I say as I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I had a feeling I knew what the deal was and it SUCKED! She reads the number to me and it's not the number I had on my current credit card. No, the number she had was for the credit card that was stolen when some fuckers broke into my car and stole my messenger bag! When I canceled all my cards I had forgotten to call AAA and give them the new number! To be honest, I don't know who else I should have called? I hope I don't have to get fucked over to find out? I explain this deal to her and she's really nice about it. "Ok sir, no problem. If you like we can start it up again and then send a driver out to help you"
"Sure, that'd be great. Thank you"
"Ok, let me transfer you to that extension" SHIT! I would have to wait on the phone again!

I end up speaking to two other people before I get to the renewal guy, and by this times it's been over 45 mins! The guy seems pretty helpful and even though he tells me it's going to run me a smooth 60 bones to renew my membership I agree. He runs my card numbers sets me up and then says can you hold on a moment and the line gets quiet. I notice that there wasn't any music playing or anything like there was for the last 45 mins so I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the display. "CALL ENDED" is staring right back at me and I get livid! FUCK! I'm not sure if the call got dropped or if he hung up on me but I did know that i would have to wait another hour before I would get through to someone and I was starving, tired and just wanted to get home. Enter the Redman. The Redman, of "V the final battle and "Chuck"ing the ex-boyfriend fame", lives a few blocks away from the gas station I was at. After checking my car earlier I noticed I only had my spare tire, jack and NO CRANK! Since I didn't want to wait forever on the phone again and the Redman just lived a bit aways, I decided to call him to help me out. I dial him up on the old celophone and he's pretty chipper about doing me a solid and tells me to hold tight because the Redman was on his way. I only sat in my car for a couple of songs on the trusty MP3 stereo before the Redman pulls up. He gets out of the car with that cocky "Ok, the Redman's here to save the day" swagger he is so well known for and I notice he brought along little Ting-ting, who is chomping on a bag of candy... for a change. I pat her on the head and say hello, then I follow the Redman over to the flat tire where he is diligently studying the situation. After a few seconds of breaking down the situation he coolly tells me "Yup! That tire is flat!" He's just THAT good people! I just nod in agreement and the doctor goes to get his tools.

He tells me he'll handle it and starts to loosen the nuts on the rim. Now I knew how to change a tire, but he takes charge of the situation and I don't want to get in his way. He cranks up the car, pulls off the flat and puts on the spare within a few minutes. While he's doing this Ting-ting is telling me some story, but since her english isn't so clear to me and she's eating candy I just nod after every other sentence. By the time she's done chatting away the Redman stands up and he's done! I'm impressed because he had gunk all over his hands, yet didn't' complain about it and he was pretty quick. It feels nice to know you have friends you can count on is these situations and I thank him a few times. We go to a near by eatery to wash our hands and then we get ready to part ways. I give the spare a good look and notice something seemed off? but I just couldn't put my finger on it? "Is that spare ok?"
"YEAH! It's fine!"
"Really? doesn't look like it's a little low or something? Should I put some air in it?"
"Naw, your alright! That's how spare tires look!"
"Um, ok? If you say so?" I say feeling unsure. We shake hands and I promise him a round of beers on me for his help and I get in my car. I watch him pull out and feeling uneasy about the spare I decide I should just get home and get the new tire put on the next day. The shops were closed by this times and I didn't want to drive around town with that funky looking spare tire.

I decide the back way would be wisest since I was only going to cruise at about 10-15 miles per hour so I head up some residential street. The steering wheel is feeling really jerky and I still hear a noise like the tire is flat? I only get a few blocks away from where I was when I finally pull over to check on the spare tire and the noise it was making. I get out of the car and look at my nifty spare, no problem from what I can see? The tire looked fine and I even gave it a little squeeze and it seemed to have a decent amount of air? I give a little head scratch and finally walk back to the drivers seat before any of the neighborhood folks call the cops on the weird mexican guy and his little tired car. I start out towards home and get only a couple of blocks further before the noise starts to get louder? WHAT THE FUCK?! Now I'm starting to get annoyed, and worried? I pull over one more time and quickly look at the fucking tire again. NOTHING?! As soon as I get back behind the wheel I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach and figure I'd better just get home and forget about my Macho burrito, which pissed me off because I was starving and craving that damn thing! I turn left and by this time I'm only going about 10 miles an hour because the noise is embarrassingly loud and I could see people passing me with that "what the fuck is that noise" look on their faces. As I'm going down the street a new sound of grinding metal rings through the air and I feel my stomach drop with each inch my car rolls. I notice I'm driving right behind some friends of mines house and right when I pass it I hear "CREE-ANK!" and shoot my eyes forward as I feel the car jerk suddenly. In slow motion I see bolts shoot out into the air and while they travel upwards I notice my spare tire rolling down the street, yet I'm sitting still and my car isn't keeping up with the tire. "RRRRT!" is the sound my car makes as it grinds the rotor into the asphalt, stopping my car immediately. When I feel the grinding halt happen I am still staring forward watching my tire roll about a block and into the intersection. When it gets near the crosswalk it starts to wobble a bit and them WHAM! a car turns the corner and runs right over it! The lady driving the car just kind of casually looks out her side view mirror with an expression that says "Hmm, wonder what that was" and just keeps on driving? By this time I'm in a mix of shock and rage. I sat at the wheel just staring for about 3 mins before I'm snapped out of it by a voice yelling "DUUUDE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TIRE BRO?!" I look to my left and see some crackhead looking guy on the sidewalk standing with his huge ass big gulp and looking right at me. "BRO! THAT LADY JUST RAN RIGHT OVER YOUR TIRE!" he informs me, because I obviously wasn't aware of this?! I grimace and finally step out of the car to look at where my tire used to be. There is a good foot of grinded asphalt behind the left front rotor, where the tire used to be, and the front of the car in leaning to the left. After staring at this for a few seconds I take a deep breath and look towards my spare tire, which is down the street. "WHAT HAPPENED BRO?" the crackhead shouts out.
"Well...IT LOOKS LIKE MY FUCKING TIRE JUST FLEW OFF MY FUCKING CAR! SHIT!"
"NO DOUBT BRO!" CH replies with and I just throw him a wincing stare. I can feel the heat and rage rise in my body as I stand motionless thinking about how I wanted to smash every fucking bone in the Redman's body. What the fuck did he do to my fucking tire! Not to mention my fucking car too! I start walking with furious strides toward my spare tire and the crackhead is walking along side of me. "How did your tire fall off like that bro? I was walking by and saw the thing just snap off and fly down the street! I don't think that bitch knew what hit her! She just ran over it and kept on going!"
"Fuck, I don't know?! My buddy just put that tire on my car a few minutes ago! NOW IT FUCKING FLEW OFF!!! SHIT!"
"Damn bro! I don't think he did a very good job!"
"..." I just throw him a look that should have knocked his skeleton out of his skin and keep on walking towards my car. At this point I honestly don't know what to do? I've only seen wheels fly off cars in movies? Not to mention my rotor? Was it broken? Did the axel snap? How much was this going to cost?! THAT FUCKING REDMAN! This all started with a simple flat tire and now it was some big fucking fiasco!

As I'm standing there in a haze of violent anger and bafflement cars are starting to drive around the right side of my car and the drivers are giving me looks like I was fucking up their days by having my car broken down in the middle of their lane. One old lady drives by and with shaky old lady voice asks, "Ddd-do you nnn-need some help?"
"No thanks, I'm alright"
"ooo-oh k!" and she drives off. I hadn't called anyone yet, but I was really just in shock to be honest. I still couldn't believe this just happened. On top of that, I was feeling like a huge asshole standing there in the middle of the street with people just driving by and staring. Some were annoyed, some were just being nosy, some laughed and some zoomed by like I was going to carjack them if they slowed down next to me. It was during this humiliation that I realized the reason I felt like such a huge asshole and pull out my cell phone. I look up the number and dial the Redman.
"Hey! So did you make it home?!"
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! MY TIRE JUST FLEW OFF THE FRONT OF MY FUCKING CAR!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"
"WHA?! Haha, are you serious?!"
"YES I'M SERIOUS MOTHERFUCKER! AND WHAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY?! I'M STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO MY CAR AND IT'S ON THE ROTOR! I FUCKING GRINDED THE ROTOR INTO THE FUCKING STREET!!!"
"OH SHIT! Ok, I'll be right there! Sorry about that?!"
"YEAH! YOU BETTER FUCKING GET HERE! I'VE HAD EVERY MOTHERFUCKER IN ORANGE STARING AT ME! HURRY UP!"
"OK! I'm on my way..." and then I hang up on him. I'm shaking with anger when I hear "Dude, here comes the CHP" and I realize that fucking crackhead is still standing right next to me?! Jesus! That's the problem with crackheads! They never have anywhere to go! The CHP car pulls in front of my car and this jarhead cocky cop get outs and walks towards me. This guy is the stereotypical dickhead cop, he has the jarhead haircut, the big dark aviator glasses, he's chewing a piece of gum the way a cow chomps grass and he has that swagger that starts off with him adjusting his utility belt as he walks. He doesn't say anything to me at first and just walks up to the front of my car, looks at the rotor and says, "so are you going to need to be towed or what?" "no, I have a friend coming down to help me get the tire on and move it." Now this was all that needed to be said, but my new bestest friend chimes in with "YEAH! His tire just flew right off bro! It rolled all the way down the street!" and the copper just gives him a "is that so" look. I look at the cop and just shrug my shoulders while trying to give a look that says "I don't know this fucker!" The cops grunts out a "uh huh" and tells me while chomping his gum, "Well, I'm just going to set down a couple of flares so people will drive around you. I'd stay and help you but I've got to be somewhere" then he walks off, grabs some flares from his trunk, throws them down behind my car and tears off down the street without saying a word? While I'm standing in the dust shot up by his car the crackhead turns to me and says, "Hey bro, you don't have a smoke do you?"
"No"
"Aw, that sucks. I bet you wish you had one now though huh?! HAHAHA!"
"Yeah, sure" Seriously? Who the fuck is this guy?!
"Anyway bro, I got to head out. Good luck with that! If my buddy did this shit I'd fucking kick his ass! haha!"
"Yeah, I intend to. Thank you" and I just turn my back to him as he walks off. I call the Redman again because quite some time has passed now and I'm about to lose it. I mean REALLY lose it. As the phone rings I walk up and down the street looking for my lugnuts. I find one and right when I pick it up he answers his phone.
"Hey, I'm on my way"
"Where the hell are you?!"
"I had to wait for Ewok to watch Ting ting. You know, a changing of the guards"
"WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BROUGHT HER WITH YOU?! I'VE BEEN STANDING OUT HERE WITH SOME FUCKING CRACKHEAD LOOKING LIKE A DUMB ASSHOLE!?"
"Calm down, I'm pulling up right behind you" he says casually as I turn and see him park behind my car.

He gets out of his car and walks over to the front left rotor of mine and shakes his head, "Oh man! I don't know what happened?"
"Oh, you don't?"
"Well obviously the wheel fell off. Y'know, I must have just finger tightened the lugnuts?"
"Are you kidding me?" I don't even feel pissed anymore, I just feel exhausted. Don't get me wrong! That last part pissed me off good, I just didn't have it in me to get raged anymore. Even though I was livid at this last remark, I didn't have the power of rage and hate on my side anymore. I had envisioned myself pummeling him with a flurry of punches when he got out of his cars, but it just kind of vanished and I just felt really tired.
"You just finger tightened them? Your joking? How could you not have tightened them the right way?"
"I don't' know?! I must have been distracted!"
"BY WHAT?!"
"Well, think about it this way, at least you weren't on the freeway! Then I'd feel even worse if you got killed"
(Insert long awkward angry stare here)
"Let's just get the fucking tire on and my car out of the street" I say flatly. What was amusing was while he was putting the tire on this time around he tried to get me all riled up about the cop who just ditched me. He was going on and on about what a asshole the guy was and how his tax dollars are just being wasted. I don't know if he really felt this way, or if he was just trying to take some of the heat off of himself? I think both actually. We finally get the tire on and I nervously climb into my car to drive it to the parking lot on the corner. I was nervous that the car wouldn't run or that the steering would be so whacked that I would only do more damage to it. Either way, I had to get it out of the street...along with myself. I was pretty sick of people driving by and looking at me. I think the clincher was when a car full of cute girls drove by and pointed and giggled as I stood there with greasy hands and a sweat "V" on my shirt. Curse them broads! Curse them to hell! The Redman follows me into the parking lot and when we both pull in she gets out and shouts to me, "Well? How'd it feel?" I just shrugged and told him it seemed alright, but I was still nervous about driving it and if he would follow me to apartment so I could at least park it there instead of leaving it in some parking lot. He agrees and we make the drive which is less than a mile from where we were. After I park my car in my slot the Redman tells me that we should get the other tire and then put it on. I agree and we get in the car and continue our quest to fuck up my car as much as we possibly could in one day.

Keep in mind that this whole situation started at 5:30pm and it was now past 7pm! We are sitting in the car on our way to Costco to get a new tire and almost the whole way there, even though we made idle chit chat, I just kept thinking "I can't believe that my fucking tire just rolled off of my car? Did this really happen? It's too bizarre to be real?" Sadly I know it's real, that's just the kind of luck I have. I'm not trying to sound all "whoa's me" about it, this is just fact! I'm the kind of person that could go camping for the first time ever in my life and get abducted and raped by hillbilly's, and that wouldn't even be the worst part! The worst part would be after I was found and nursed back to health they would break the news to me that while I was away in the mountains, my apartment burned down and everything I owned had perished in the fire! THAT'S how shitty my luck is. So during this reflection and pointless banter with the Redman I hear him blurt out, "man, this is the second time I've done this!"
"What?"
"This is the second time I've done this! Well, at least last time the tire didn't fall off, I found out before hand." After hearing this last statement it was like Gatorade for my anger and I start going off on my livid banter again.
"Boy, your really not going to ever let me forget about this are you?"
(insert angry stare here)

It takes over an hour to get the tire placed on my rim and I don't even want to get into the guy working the counter who looked like a chubby young Rick Moranis, but I will tell you this, he's about as bright as a blackout! Even the Redman wanted to pummel him! As we get back in the car we start to head back to my place when I remind him that we have to buy replacement lugnuts. "MAN! Your killing me here! How many errands do we have to run?!"
"I'm sorry, am I wasting your time? Perhaps you'll remember this next time you decide to finger tighten lugnuts and then let your buddy drive away!? Jesus! You got a lot of nerve man!"
"Alright, you got me! I think we can use some beers before we get back..." We finish getting everything we need and actually stop to get a beer at some crappy dive bar before we get down and dirty finishing up the fucking fiasco that had been dragged out for almost 5 hrs now.

When we finally get to my apartment we grab all our goods and head straight for my car. The Redman can't find the metal bars under the car that are used to support the jack and ends up using the front of the car. It worked before so I didn't see a problem with it? As the car is jacked up he takes off the spare and tells me, "we might as well see if the brake shoe is working alright? go step on the pedal..."
"Really? Ok" I say, forgetting that Mr. Goodwrench was the reason I was there in the first place. So I open the door, get in and tap the brake pedal a couple of times. He then tells me to "release the brake." Now this seemed like an odd request, but I didn't even think twice about it and pull the lever down. Within seconds I hear a loud "CREEEAK" and the car just rolls forward and slams down on the concrete! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"YOU JUST FUCKING TOLD ME TO RELEASE THE BRAKE!!!"
"I JUST MEANT TO TAKE YOUR FOOT OFF THE PEDAL!"
"I DIDN'T HAVE MY FOOT ON THE PEDAL!"
It's at this point the Redman decides it's his turn to freak out and proceeds to do so by jumping around yelling "FUUUUUHCK!" When he's done we pull my jack out from under the car and it is just mangled. I don't say a word and just walk to the dumpster and throw it away in disgust. The Redman goes to his car to get his jack and starts the whole process over again. When the car is jacked up I start to close the door to the car when the Redman yells, "WAIT WAIT WAIT! It's not safe, it's not safe!" We both stand there silently frozen like we were playing freeze tag with the car when all of the sudden "creeEEEEAK!" BOOM! The fucking car falls again and tweaks the Redman's jack! I don't even have it in me to get pissed and let the Redman take care of it. "FUCK FUCK FUUUHCK! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT JACK! FUCK!", he yells while running around in circles, "This is really starting to piss me off now!" I just smile at him with amusement and he sternly says, "Let's go to my parents house. My dad has a jack that can carry 3 tons!" "How come we didn't just use that before?"
"BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THE FUCKING JACKS WERE PIECES OF SHIT! WHAT?! IS YOUR CARPORT AT AN INCLINE OR SOMETHING?!"
"It doesn't really matter when the parking brake is off does it"
(Insert the Redman's angry stare here)

We go to his parents house and grab the hydraulic jack. Luckily his parents only lived down the street from where I lived. Actually, his parent lived a couple of blocks from where my tire had flown off the car and came to a grinding halt. As we pass by the scene of the crime I say in a tired burnt out tone "It was just hours ago that my tire flew off right there (as I point to the spot) and I wanted to kill you"
"C'mon! Later on we're going to tell this story and it's going to be hilarious!"
"Oh yeah? Then how come it's now a tad bit funny now?"
"Boy, you like to think of the negative!" and at this point he pulls up to his parents house. I look at my watch and it's 10:45pm. This was the longest night EVER! And it all started with a simple flat tire and my lack of patience for automated service from AAA!

After driving back to my carport and spending a good 10-15 mins trying to figure out how the hydraulic jack worked we get the tire on in no time! Seriously, it took less time than it did to figure out how to use the jack! A wave of accomplishment and relief passes through both of us and we can't help but be all smiles. There was one thing though? Would it be drivable? We decide to drive around a few secluded neighborhood blocks and try it out. It was a little sketchy considering the back tires technically only had three bolts because we put four old bolts up front and each back tire had one new lugnut in it. The problem with the new nuts was they were too long to fit in the wrench. Nervously I pull out of the carport and down the street and we don't' say a word for a couple of blocks, we both just sit with looks of concentration on our faces as we listen for odd noises. Nothing. We drive a little fast up this long stretch of road and still nothing. The brakes seem to be working just fine and the rotor seems to be working as good as before, plus there are no funky noises coming from it. I gas it up and do about 50 down this stretch of road, then I apply the brakes, easy at first then harder. Nothing, we stop just fine. I feel a little relief and the Redman says, "are we going to go on the freeway?"
"NO! The new bolts aren't even on tight! I'm not fucking with that shit tonight! I'll get them tightened in the morning before I drive to work"
"Ok, I was just asking."

We pull back into the parking spot and it's almost 11:30 and we are both greasy, sweaty and our clothes look like we were running around in boot camp. I wanted to take a long hot shower and go to bed and the Redman looked like he wanted to do the same. I would get to sleep in late because I had to take my car to the shop (which I did and everything seems to be A-ok with my g-ride! I got VERY lucky! Or so I think, the tire could fall off as I go over an overpass that turns left and skid over the edge.) I help the Redman gather up his tools and load them into his car.
"Sorry about your tire, but hey! It all worked out alright! I knew it would!"
"Yeah, hopefully they don't tell me some expensive shit about my car tomorrow! I've already spent over 100 bucks for a simple flat! But thanks for almost killing me and helping me try and fix what you fucked up..."
"Ha! No problem! I look forward to reading about this on your blog site! It'll be a good one!"
"Fuck you!"

DJB

Thursday, June 23, 2005

When the Sith hits the fan, I see III PO'd!...



Before I get to the nitty gritty about what I thought about Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, I think I should share with you a tale that may or may not have impacted my viewing pleasure.

When first I heard that Episode III was trucking right along in the entertainment rags I was less than enthusiastic. Truth be told, I thought Episode I was an alright movie and I just plain out loathed Episode II (except for the lightsaber duels, any Star Wars geek loves lightsaber duels. If movies like Ishtar, Shanghai Surprise and anything starring actors from The WB and UPN had lightsaber duels they’d probably have more credibility to them). I am an old school SW fan, which is why I can refer to Star Wars as SW – so don’t think you can do it too, and grew up on the old films. The only reason I probably tolerated Episode I is because I waited over two decades for it to come out. It could have been two hours of Yoda taking a shit and swatting gnats with his lightsaber and I would have paid to see it over and over again, gladly at that! But there was just no excuse for Ep. II! That was just flat out bullshit and except for about 2 people I know, everyone seems to be in agreement. After years of less than stellar follow-ups to the classics I had lost my steam when it came to waiting for the final installment of the prequel trilogies. Luckily Lord of the Rings came out and showed me that I hadn’t grown old and jaded, allowing that to be the reason I hated the SW prequels. LOTR (as us geeks refer to it) restored some of the child like awe I remember having when I sat in the theater as a kid watching the SW movies of my youth. That was how movies should have been made, and Lucas should have taken notes!

To us nerds, Episode III’s plot was like The Passion of the Christ and Titanic. We knew how it was going to end, and we even knew some of the plot details. The only thing we didn’t know was how George Lucas was going to fuck it up. Like I’ve already stated, we had Ep. I & II to give us a pretty good idea. Every now and then I would catch an article or photo on how the plot was coming along or what the characters were going to look like this time around. Some of it peaked my interest, but not enough to make me excited for its big release. For over a year there seemed to be a serious buzz about how great this movie was going to be and I just couldn’t understand it? Were people starting to forget about the other films? Were all the underground internet film rags on the Lucas payroll? What was everyone talking about? Sure some of the ships and aliens looked cool, but shit rolled in sugar may look sweet, that doesn’t mean its candy now does it? Big deal, Chewbacca was going to be in this one! Ooh, Vader makes an appearance! Big deal! This movie was going to stink worse than a bag lady's moose knuckle! It HAD to! Then I saw the much awaited teaser trailer…

When I heard it was going to be online I scoffed and avoided it, then I heard it was going to be on t.v. and I finally caved in. I had to confirm how shitty it was going to be for myself. It was only going to be a two minute trailer and I would to have to endure an hour of the O.C. before I could even see it, but I just had to know. Finally the day comes and I take my O.C. lumps when the big announcement that the trailer was up next fills my ears. I sit forward and watch with studying eyes in complete silence for the next couple of minutes.

I had been to many a funeral in my day, I’ve also seen many of my friends get married and have kids, I’ve seen my sisters have kids and have felt different realms of emotions for each occasion. After seeing this teaser trailer though, I was left in a state of emotional shock! I didn’t know if I wanted to yell, cry or sit alone in the dark? Which ever it was it would be done with nothing but excitement! Did my eyes deceive me or did I just see the best fucking thing I have ever seen in my life?! There was no way what I just saw was for a new SW movie! It couldn’t be! It looked too damn good! It was too much of what I had waited my whole life for! It had to be a sham, a sick perverted joke to raise my hope and dreams, only to smack them down like a spiked volleyball and humiliate me! But it looked like what I was waiting for and it was too good to fool me, I was too smart for that this time around.

From that moment on I absorbed every story, picture and spoiler I could find. If the news said they had a sneak peek at a booger left on the lot where they were filming Episode III, I would watch an hour of news to see it. I was in deep and when they announced the release date I made sure to check the local theaters for the availability of midnight show tickets. It was like the past experiences and disappointments never happened. I ended up buying my tickets weeks ahead of time and even secured a buddy to drag along with me for the midnight geek showing. All my buddies were on the same page, the only difference was they either had kids or a spouse to see it with and I couldn’t invite myself to their special day. They had to do it their own way and I had to do it mine. Luckily my friend Nicole was willing to be my co-pilot and knowing she loved the movies as much as I did it was a guarantee the ticket wouldn’t be wasted on her.

The big day had finally arrived and I couldn’t believe it was finally here. All those years of waiting had arrived, all those weeks of anticipation were about to pay off, all those hours of anxiously watching the clock were finally passing by. The time had come and there was a buzz in the air that let it be known midnight on May 19th wasn’t just any day, it was Star Wars day and I was going to be part of it.

All that week people would ask me things like “are you ready?” “did you get your tickets already?” and on the day of the same questions were being asked. I down played my excitement because just because I know I’m a total tard didn’t mean I wanted to confirm it for everyone else? “Yeah, I’m gonna check out the midnight show, but only because I did it for the other movies…” I think I blew my cover when some sly individuals asked, “did you take the day off?” and I would blurt out “YEAH! It’s Star Wars day! I’m just going to load up my backpack with a big sandwich and some juice boxes and hang out in the theatre all day!..er.” Oh well, I wasn’t ashamed. I’m a grown ass man and I could do what I wanted.

Work flew by that day and I was finalizing all my preparations for the evening show when it hit me! SHIT! I lost the card I had bought my tickets online with?! The prior week I had taken my sister to dinner and on the way to meet her I had left it in an ATM machine! I had ordered a new one but it had different numbers on it?! Aww, it shouldn’t be a big deal I said to myself. I’ll just gather up all basic information needed to claim my tickets. I found my confirmation sheet from FANDANGO and printed it up. I also printed up my card statement which showed my purchase was already paid for and that the account did indeed belong to me. With my new card and driver’s license I should have had more than I needed to solve my missing card problem. It would be fine.

I call Nicole after work to remind her that she was to meet me at my apartment at around 10:30 so we could get to the show about an hour before show time because we would surely have to wait in line. When I talk to her she sounds pissy. This wasn’t a good sign? I ask her what the deal is and whatever it was to lighten up, it was Star Wars day! It didn’t seem to work, but she assured me she was excited to go and she was just burnt out on work. Fair enough, who likes work? Around 10:00pm she calls me up to tell me she’s on her way, but she still sounds pissy? What the hell! It’s fucking Star Wars day?! Get over it already! I sarcastically tell her to leave the tude at her crib because there was no room for bitterness at the theater and to think of all the carnies we’d be laughing at before the movie. She just placates me with some humorous banter and tells me she is on her way. This was not a good start to a night I had been eagerly awaiting, not good at all.

When she shows up she just looks tired and angry. I get in the car and just look at her.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to you know?”
“I know I don’t, but I want to”
“Well, you seem kind of pissy, you better not ruin Star Wars day!”
She just throws me a “you’re such a dick” look, but lightens up a bit on the ride to the theater. By the time we pull in the parking lot both of us are in pretty good spirits and start to giggle as we talk about the different kinds of tards we were bound to see. I notice the line is LONG and there are two lines at that! I assume the longest line was the one we were going to stand in but it was still at a length where we’d still get good seats. Nicole pulls into a parking spot and we give each other the “let's do this” look and get out of the car and head towards what would turn out to be the most annoying situation and group of the stupidest mother fuckers I’ve dealt with in a long time.

Knowing we had gotten to the movies a little over an hour from when the movie was to start I didn’t really sweat having to go to the ticket booth to claim my tickets I’d bought on line. Sure they might be a minute or two of explaining my card situation, but I had all my papers with me so I would be good to go. I walk to the window and get greeted by this skinny cracked out looking lady with eyes like that run away bride chick and hair like Harpo Marx, except brown. I smile, return the greeting and start explaining my situation to her. As I start to get into the detail of my story I notice she is just staring at me with this far off look in her eyes?
“I’m sorry? Is any of this making sense to you? Here, I have a copy of the receipt and my statement. Here is the new card that I just got in the mail today and here’s my drivers license”
“Ok…um? So you don’t have the card you bought the tickets with? Because I need that card to get your tickets?”
“No, that’s what I’m trying to explain to you? It was lost and I have a new card, but the numbers are different. The paper work I just gave you has all the information needed on it”
“Um…(insert puzzled look here)…but we have the information in the computer with the old card?”
“Yeah…can’t you manually punch in the number if I give it to you?”
“…um…Yeah? Uh…can I see your new card?”
“What? Yeah you can see it, but it’s not the same number?”
“Oh…yeah. Um…y’know…uh, let me get a manager…”
She then bolts out the little door while Nicole and I look at each other in confusion. Neither of us could understand why it was such a big deal and were even chuckling a bit about how absurd the whole thing seemed. I was annoyed, but no where near upset…yet.

A couple of minutes later Miss Crackhead walks in with the Manger and gestures towards me. The manager is about the same height as me and looked to be a couple of years younger. He’s dressed in this really bad suit that has these abnormally looking shoulder pads and seems a bit of a dork. He gives me a nice mellow “hello sir” and starts looking at the paper work.
“So you don’t have the card you purchased the tickets with?”
“No! I just went through this with the lady who went to get you” Who's standing next to the manager and has an expression like I tried to pull one over on her.
“Look, I lost the card and I know the last set of numbers on it. Why don’t I give you those numbers and usually the first set of numbers always remain the same so you can use the first set off of my new card and punch in the last set of numbers from my old card?”
“Well sir, we usually use the card for reference and that information is stored in the computer. We can’t get access to your tickets without that information”
“Can’t you enter the information manually? I have every piece of information you can possibly need right here, I just don’t have the actual card! If you can’t get that information you can still see that they were paid for by me, so can’t you give me a set of tickets and just leave the tickets unclaimed?”
“Sir, the problem is this is a sold out show…”
“YES! I know! That’s why I bought my tickets ahead of time!” I say loudly as I feel my hands make fists.
“Let me see something…” The crackhead is standing next to him, silently, and the Manager starts typing away on the computer.

A few minutes pass and he’s still typing away on the keyboard like he was trying to hack into the fucking Pentagon or something! Nicole can sense I’m about to flip out and shakes here head with a smirk on her face. “DUDE! What is their problem,” she asks me with a scowl. I just shrug my shoulders and shake my head, I was already feeling dizzy with anger. More time passes and the Manager and I exchange a few more pointless Q&A’s when I notice some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and notice that the movement was all the people who were lined up were now shuffling into the movie theater! I look at Nicole in disbelief and she just looks dazed. “Excuse me? That wouldn’t happen to be the line I was supposed to be in going in the theater to be seated would it?”
“Uh, I think it is”
“WHAT?! What is the problem here? Why is this taking so long? Now people are already going into the theater! What more information could you possibly need!”
At this point a little Mexican guy pokes his head into the box office and asks Shoulder Pads if everything was going alright. Shoulder Pads nods and the guy disappears. Crackhead is still just standing there looking like she was trying to figure out how many cocks she would have to suck before she got her next fix. Now I’m just imagining myself reaching in the little hole they hand you your tickets through and grabbing Shoulder Pads by the tie and smashing his face into the plexi glass! My hands are starting to twitch and Shoulder Pads asks, “Sir, do you know the number of the original card?”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I’VE GIVEN IT TO YOU NUMEROUS TIMES ALREADY! WHAT ARE…NEVERMIND! HERE’S THE NUMBER…” I start to recite the number again and he’s just gazing into the monitor of his computer and typing like he just learned how.
“Okay, I’m sorry. That last set of numbers again?”
“JESUS?! YOUR MESSING WITH ME RIGHT?! YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS! DO YOU NEED ME TO WRITE THE DAMN NUMBERS DOWN FOR YOU? WOULD THAT HELP YOU OUT?!”
“Yeah, can you do that?” he says as he slides me a pen through the small hole in the plexiglass. I write the numbers down with such furious anger that I almost engraved them into the counter top. I slide the paper back to him and continue to stare him down just waiting for him to provoke me to go inside and fuck him up. He refuses to make eye contact with me and grabs the paper and starts typing in hacker fashion again. Nicole is quietly leaning on the counter with her back to Shoulder Pads, but is almost as pissed as I was. Crackhead was just nibbling on her nails and watching in awe as Shoulder Pads types away.

After a couple MORE minutes I see two tickets pop up from the counter near the computer. Shoulder Pads has a look of satisfaction on his face and grabs the tickets from the machine.
“Ok, what I did was I took the last set of numbers from your old card and then typed the first set of numbers from your new card and after I did that it released the tickets!”
“…” I just stare at him for a sec “So you just went ahead and did what I told you to do when I first walked up to this window and it worked huh? Wow! Your and effing genius! Can I just have my tickets!”
“Sure, just go ahead and go inside the theater. Sorry it took so long”
I throw him the hardest “FUCK YOU” look I could muster and snatch my tickets from his hand. “What fucking retards,” Nicole exclaims, “what the hell was the problem”
I didn’t answer her and I just hand her her ticket and we walk in.

At this point there are no more people waiting to get into our theater and I knew finding a good seat was not going to happen. When we get in the theater we don’t really hear anything but once we get around the wall and look up at the stadium seats the whole place is packed! Packed with the biggest freak show this side of the O.C.! I saw about 5 guys with lap top computer open and typing with a creepy frenzy as the glow from their screens shimmered in their glasses. There was another batch of folks in costumes and some even had girlfriends. I saw two Darth Vaders, about 4 Jedi, 1 stormtrooper and 1 Jabba the Hutt (which just turned out to be this really gross fat guy.) With Nicole by my side we walk up the aisle scanning the theater for 2 seats. After a few failed attempts at securing some seating we deal with the fact that we were destined to sit in the front section. Already livid from the ticket situation I get another jolt of anger at this realization and blurt out “how the fuck do you even watch a movie when you sit that close to the fucking screen?” I hear a voice that isn’t Nicole’s answer “LIKE THIS!” I turn my head to see who was talking to me and its some chubby nerd fuck and once I turn to look at him he raises his chin and stares up at the ceiling while repeating “LIKE THIS!” Thinking I could probably sock him in the chin and snap his neck in one swift move I decide to walk away. I guess he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he got a laugh because when Nicole walks past him he follows her with his eyes and yells out “LIKE THIS!” one last time, hoping to tap her funny bone. Asshole.

We get to the front and notice there are two seats next to each other… in the handicapped section. We figure we were fucked anyway so we might as well snatch them up while we had the chance. Once we sit down we both look like we could go on a killing spree. We are sitting in the right hand corner of the front section and are SO far off to the right that we have to look at the movie from the corners of our eyes like it’s going to sneak up on us! I am so filled with rage by this point that I can’t sit still. “I want to go wait in the lobby for that fucking Manager so I can beat the shit out of him!” I tell Nicole. With a touch of amusement in her expression she comes back at me with “I have some vicadin? Do you want one?” “YES! You KNOW I want one!” She then smiles and reaches in her purse like a grandparent would if they were getting you a stick of gum. Why she had a bottle of vicadins I don’t know, but she had them and that’s all I did care about. I gather up a little saliva and dry gulp the pill like it was the antidote to rage. It wasn’t until after I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner that night and I’d probably make myself sick by taking drugs on an empty stomach so I offer to get her a refreshment, which she declines, and make my way to the snack bar. All I got was a large lemonade and some nacho’s and it came out to cost close to $10!? I could have had two orders of macho nachos for that price? Seeing as how I was already seething with anger I don’t even sweat it and hand the kid behind the counter a 10 spot and make my way back to my seat.

When I sit down Nicole is all excited and grabs my arm. “Oooh! You missed it!” she tells me with her eyes wide with excitement.
“Missed what?”
“Man! When you left these teenagers walk up to the front of the theater and they are all dressed in Star Trek outfits!”
“Star Trek?! How many were there?”
“Yeah Star Trek! There were three of them and they get up to the front and yell out “LIVE LONG AND PROSPER” while making the Mr. Spock sign with their hands, then they yell “STAR TREK RULES!!!” and run out of the theater!”
“Are you kidding me?! And I missed it!?”
“Yeah! After they yelled that the nerds started getting crazy and were yelling “FUCKING NERDS! STAR TREK SUCKS!”
“Damn! What a jip! I can’t believe I missed that shit!”
“It was suh-weet dude!’

I start eating my nachos just waiting for my little white friend to kick in when I notice the weird little Mexican guy who had popped his head into the box office to check on things. Having had a little bit of banter on the bullshit that went on that evening and how we got fucked over Nicole suggests I go talk to the little Mexican Manager (who I will refer to as M&M). I think about it for a minute and agree with her. I get out of my seat and walk up behind him, because he was talking to some employee, and lightly tap him on the shoulder. He turns around with a bit smile on his face and tells me “Jess!” It was at this point I knew this scenario was going to suck!
“Hi. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Chure! Wass can I do fo ju?”
“Yeah, I just dealt with one of your managers and some ticket booth girl moments ago and I’m not very happy with the situation that just took place.”
“Ho, do ju knows the mana-hers name?”
“No, but he’s the chubby blond guy in the bad suit. You had looked into the ticket booth when he was working on trying to get me my tickets?”
“JESS! Ho k, I knows who jor talkin bout”
“Ok, well here’s what happened…” and I proceed to tell all the drama to him. He seems very attentive, giving me head nods, cupping his chin and such.
“Well now we get into the theater and there is no place to sit and we’re stuck in the handicapped section,” after making that statement I point towards Nicole and she smiles back, “I’m not a fool, I know we weren’t going to get the best seat in the house, but we would have gotten a good seat at least?”
“Uh-huh, well I can sees a couple seas opens steel?” he says as he point to a few single seats with his big ass walkie talkie. This sets me off for some reason because I felt like he wasn’t getting my point.
“Yes, I see a couple of single seats, but we planned on sitting next to each other to watch this movie!” (it’s fucking star wars guy! C’mon! Why would I want to share that special moment with a stranger?!)
“Ho, jess, ho k”
“Well, I’m pretty livid about all this and I think you should at least comp our tickets or do something? This is unacceptable! I bought my tickets weeks ahead of time, I get here early and it was all for nothing! Now I have shitty seats so what was the point of even paying extra for my tickets?!”
“Uh-huh. Sore, I ‘ms so surry bud ee’s not hower monies? It’s meester Yorge Yucas’s monies?”
I just stare at him because I’m not sure I was hearing him right. When I realize this conversation was actually happening I let out a hearty “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN’T YOUR MONEY? THAT IT’S GEORGE LUCAS’S MONEY?!” at this point I’m on the verge of snapping and I get in his face.
“Sore, dus studios dusn’t pays us for chowing dis movies. The monies ghost to meester Yucas! Der ee’s nuting I can do’s?” and he shrugs his shoulders and throws his hand up.
I get closer to him, close enough to where I’m almost looking down on the top of his head.
“LOOK! GEORGE LUCAS DIDN’T TAKE MY MONEY WHEN I BOUGHT THE TICKETS! YOUR THEATER DID! GEORGE LUCAS WASN’T THE DIPSHIT IN THE TICKET BOOTH WHO SCREWED ME OVER! GEORGE LUCAS ISN’T EVEN HERE! YOU ARE! AND SOMETHING BETTER BE DONE ABOUT THIS BECAUSE THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
I feel a bit better having got it all out and I take a step back, but never take my eyes off the little bastard.
“…Ho K. Lesme seas what I can do’s ho k? Eyes be right back”
“Fine, thank you. And if you need me I’ll be in the handicapped section…”

I get back to my seat and Nicole just laughs and says, “Dude! What did you tell him?” I explained the whole George Lucas bullshit and she just laughs and laughs. The movies trailers are starting and so are the effects of the vicadin. They haven’t turned the lights down yet and I’m starting to wonder where the hell M&M is? After a couple of trailers I see M&M charging into the theater and goes to the very front of the screen, looks at me, snaps his finger and gives me the c’mere gesture after he points at me. I tap Nicole on the arm and tell her “I think he wants us to follow him?” When we got up out of our seats to walk to the front of the theater it felt like we were getting called to the principals office and I was just waiting for the audience to yell out “OOOOH! Your buuusted!” but they never did. He walks us over to the hallway and tells me “Ho k, der ee’s huhnother movies sturting rhyes now in the de uther theaters. Eef you wants to go in theres to watched the movies thans you can. Deys havents lets all the peeples in jet.”
I was pretty blown away by this, not to mention the druggins were taking effect and I was feeling pretty mellow. “Really?! That’s…that’s pretty cool. I appreciate that, thank you very much”
“Ee’s no problems. Less go to the theater and ju can seet down.”

As M&M takes us to the theater, me and Nicole are looking at each other with giddy excitement. “I wonder how many people are in there” I say with drug riddled excitement. I walk around the wall where the seats are and I can’t believe my eyes! Not only is the theater almost empty, but the crowd is a bit older and there isn’t ONE jedi in sight! We grab a couple of seats in the middle of the theater and just laugh at the surrealness of the whole night. All I could think was “this better be some kind of fucking great flick!” I was still a bit unnerved about everything that happened and tried to relax so I could enjoy the flick, but the euphoria of seeing the last of the Star Wars saga had been all but eliminated by a slew of dipshits and even though M&M came through for a brutha, I couldn’t get into the movie. My advice to you is, DON’T USE FANDANGO! Using it almost resulted in me pissing blood!

Now you can go on to read about how Episode III: Revenge of the Sith was. Enjoy!

DJB

Thursday, June 02, 2005

It says "EPISODE III" but it looks like #2! The long awaited STAR WARS Episode III review...

So after reading my intro into my review of Episode III I think it's fair to say I didn't really see this movie feeling the tingle in the pee pee excitement I should have. It wasn't my fault? I tried, but powers beyond my control were against me... AnyDooku, Here we go. AND THERE WILL BE SPOILERS THROUGH OUT THE REVIEW, so don't gripe to me later, you've been warned.

EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH:

I think once this movie is release on DVD and I can sit down with a tall cool one while I watch it will I see the magic everyone else saw, but only then. I thought this movie was a huge let down! Don't get me wrong, it had it's moments.

It pretty much starts off with its guns blaring, literally! There is a HUGE space battle and ships are flying to and fro blowing shit up. It is visually breathtaking to see just how detailed everything is! What's even more amazing is how far we've come in technology that when you see something like this you almost forget there really is nothing there, it's all made up!

Enter our heros, Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. As soon as they show up on screen you can feel the hairs on your arms stand up. It really helps if you've seen the Clone Wars cartoons prior to seeing this movie because it kind of explains what's going on. Basically, Senator Palpatine (the Emperor! Yeah, like you didn't figure that out already) has been kidnapped by General Greivous and the two jedi are out to rescue him. In the cartoons General Greivous is a bad ass robot/part alien that can jump around and fight with up to 4 lightsabers at a time. When you see him on screen you almost instantly go limp though. He still looks like a bad ass, but he moves cheesy and every now and again he gets this smoker cough? They never really explain the cough either? It's like listening to an old smoker try and be a though ass when he starts barking out his lines and after a while you want to clear your throat and have him shut up!

Obi-wan and Luke find the Emperor in a throne room type setting and he's bound to a chair. The chair kind of looks like the one he sat in in Return of the Jedi and I think your to assume that he isn't really a hostage at all. Enter Count Dooku. This is the old guy that beat the shit out of Obi-wan and chopped off Anakin's arm in Episode II. He was cooler than sliding down a glacier naked in that movie, but in this one he goes out like a bitch. This is the first of many times in the movie where your get all fidgity with excitement because you know shit is going to go down and you can't wait to see the action. With sweaty palms I sit up in my chair and earnestly watch the screen. This was the revenge meeting for Obi-wan and Anakin and they were going to fuck some shit up...jedi style! Obi-wan and Anakin turn on their sabers, exchange and few words and charge! Then Obi-wan is instantly thrown to the side and knocked out?! WHA? Anakin talks some shit then after a couple unimpressive moves cuts off Dooku's hands and kills him?! In a matter of minutes it was all over! I couldn't believe it? My friend Nicole looks at me with a look that tells me I wasn't the only one who thought the fight was bunk!

The Emperor is the one who talks Anakin into killing Dooku and you know he's just trying to get into Anakin's head. Anakin gives in and cuts Dooku's noggin off. He seems troubled and even though he's a bit whiney you don't hate him as much as you do in Attack of the Clones. Actually, I kind of liked him. Obi-wan is still knocked out and much to the Emperor's disapproval Anakin scoops him up and they head and escape.

There is more action that goes on, but it's nothing really compelling so I won't go into detail about it. All you need to know is that after Anakin gets the Emperor back to safety you find out the jedi council, mainly Mace Windu (Sam Jackson) and Yoda, don't trust the Emperor and have been investigating him. They tell Anakin to keep an eye on him, and this doesn't make Anakin very happy. He thinks Palpatine is his friend and mentor so he's conflicted. Turns out the jedi council has their reservations bout Anakin too and pretty much tell him "do this and you'll be in our cool book." Anakin agrees. Obi-wan on the other hand is given the task of finding Joe Camel, a.k.a. General Greivous.

The movie starts to play more with the dialogue at this point and you can almost feel the embarrassment the actors felt barking out these scripted atrocities! The best example is when Anakin is lovingly staring at Padme' and casually tells her "You look so beautiful."
Natalie Portman is working this gnarly Chaka Khan hairdo and dragging a brush through while she dreamily replies "that's because I'm so in love!"
"NO! NO, I'M so in love!," Anakin replies
Maybe it was the vicadin on an empty stomach I took, but I winced at this bad scene and looked around to see if anyone was handing you "yeah, I know" head nods. Nothing.

Now, to be fair again, the whole movie's scenes aren't this bad! But the bad ones are so bad it takes a while to shake them off and focus on the movie and say to yourself "Hey, it isn't like this stuff can really happen? Why am I being so judgmental?" and actually believe the bullshit your feeding yourself so you don't feel cheated FOR THE THIRD FUCKING TIME!

I don't' want to get into the WHOLE plot and break down of scenes because 1) it'll take too long 2) some people STILL haven't seen it? Yeah I don't' get that either? I will however tell about the most notorious part of the movie. A part that should get George Lucas shanked like a jailhouse bitch by the hard core fans. That's right, the part with DARTH VADER!

Now we all grew up knowing about Darth Vader along with his infamous breathing and voice, provided by James Earl Jones. He was such a tough ass in all the movies (even JEDI) and his image just said "Baddest Motherfucker in the Galaxy." Ok, well Lucas must have said "FUCK ALL THAT NOISE! Let's try and make everyone forget about that and turn him into a laughing stock!" And that's just what he did...

Enter Anakin "Extra Crispy" Skywalker, laying down, being put back together with robotic parts by robots while strapped to a gurney. You start to see the legs getting attached, then the arms. As the scene progresses he's finally in "the suit", except for the helmet and you see the face mask get set on (and even finally get to see what Darth sees when he looks out the mask), then the dome starts to come down. As the tension builds during this part you watch in silence as the dome lower and clicks into place. Instantly you hear the very first Darth Vader breath and it gives you the chills! The gurney turns upright and Vader still has his hands clamped down. The Emperor is standing next to him in his best Mr. Burns from the Simpsons posture and tells him "RISE LORD VADER!" Darth Vader is upright and asks "Where is Padme'?"
"You...you killed her in your anger..."
Vader lets it sit for a sec then gets all "Carrie" by throwing shit around and crumpling metal with his Dark Side skills. The it happens. He rips his arms free and tilts his head back to yell "NOOOOOOOO!" I swear he looked like that fucking Enrique Iglesias singing "Hero." Nicole and I just look at each other in shock (again) and just start busting out in laughter! It was DUMB! The scene was a bit Frankenstein-ish, but it was working. Even if they just left it with him breaking shit it would have been fine, but there was no need to puss him out like that. Luckily the VERY end of the movie stirred a little emotion in me so that I mentally blocked it until the car ride back to my apartment...

So did I like the flick? Yes, overall it was good, but not anything like the Lord of the Rings trilogy. If those movies were so good, all three too mind you, then how did this new trilogy of a perfect recipe get so fucked up?! I don't understand. This is the strongest of the three movies and I do say without regret that Ewen McGregor is the SHIT as Obi-wan Kenobi...in ALL movies! The fight scenes, with the exception of General Grievous, are very well done and the speed these kids twirl around lightsabers is beyond impressive. The effects are the best out of all SIX movies and very very detailed (keep an eye out for the flying pilot in the opening battle). These were all commendable feats, but the movie just lacked magic. Maybe it's shotty dialogue or the fact that I almost beat the shit out of two movie managers before the movie? I don't know, BUT if you were to ask me if I'd go see it in the movie theaters again I'd have to quote Darth Vader and tell you "NOOOOOOOO!"

STAR WAR: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith - ***stars, and that's pretty generous!

DJB

UPDATE! 6/17/05

It's a good thing I posted this late! Last night I sat down in my apartment, and in a relaxed atmosphere watched Episode III. How I got to watch a mint copy in the comfort of my own home is none of your effing business!

Although I didn't think it was as terrible as I originally thought, it still wasn't enough to change my review entirely. I will say that the Vader yelling "NOOOOOOOO!" scene still sucked like an old hooker with no teeth, but it was a bit better when you notice the Emperor containing his laughter during the whole break down! It's pretty evil. Some scenes where I thought the dialogue was a little much weren't so bad this time around. But I would still watch it at the casa de Barron than pay good money to see it in the theaters, and you can take that to the bank!

STAR WARS: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith - *** 1/2 stars, a little more well deserved than before.