I’ve been working pretty hard on a few projects as of late, and that generally results in my taking mini-breaks by wandering around my room and tidying things up. It’s started to seem pretty ridiculous to me that I have so many papers. When writing, it’s just easier to brainstorm and work out outlines with a notepad and a piece of paper. It might not be as fast and the result is quite a bit harder to read, but it’s just easier for some reason.

I posted this on my blog a while ago, when ‘Meet the Spartans’ was in theaters. I’ve since wiped my blog clean for various reasons. I was going through the archives and I liked the quote (below) and the article I originally linked to so much that I just couldn’t stand to not put it out there again. Slightly dated, still poignant.

So if you, like me, are one of those people who have no desire to ever, ever, ever see the movie ‘Meet the Spartans,’ then you’ll especially like this review.

This was the worst movie I’ve ever seen, so bad that I hesitate to label it a “movie” and thus reflect shame upon the entire medium of film. Friedberg and Seltzer do not practice the same craft as P.T. Anderson, David Cronenberg, Michael Bay, Kevin Costner, the Zucker Brothers, the Wayans Brothers, Uwe Boll, any dad who takes shaky home movies on a camping trip, or a bear who turns on a video camera by accident while trying to eat it.

He also says the movie is barely 60 minutes, with 20 minutes of credits. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Yes I can, it’s a good thing.

Lark