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Happy Day Of Atonement

It strikes me as so odd that I have gotten more spam on Yom Kippur than on any other day of the year.

I have much to atone for… and much to look forward to. Blessings on all of your houses.

4 Responses to “Happy Day Of Atonement”

  1. martin says:

    all I’ll say is this: matzo balls are overrated. Also, I’d like to add that those friday numbers are surprising. I figured Forgotten would do OK, but 8 mill. on friday alone? Horror movies really are back in a major way. Sci-fi fantasy apparently is losing steam though. Sky Captain looks like it completely died. I wonder if this means the end of green-screen movies? Not f’in likely. Maybe the end of Kerry Conran movies though.

  2. BrotherhoodOfSteel says:

    Conran might have some talent, but Sky Captain
    easily not the best judge of that talent. Even
    if the Lucas hating fools at EW called him the
    “SAVIOUR OF POPCORN CINEMA.” He might redeem himself
    with the “Princess of Mars”, but he does have to deal
    with Harry Knowles. Good luck Kerry.
    And the Forgotten easily one of the best glaring examples
    of how film critics really are on a different agenda
    from the rest of the movie-going public when it comes
    to what THEY want and what the rest of US want. Yes there
    are shades of gray and what not, but how critics can slag
    this film the way they have. Goes to show that they
    can accept the ridiculous plots that come from films
    they see in Toronto but a film with a story such as
    the one in the Forgotten they bash? Critics are not only
    out to lunch on The Forgotten, but apparently they are to
    prudish to even grasp the message of A Dirty Shame.
    I am still sort of amazed that Ebert is so prudish that he cannot grasp
    the metaphor of A Dirty Shame being an attack on the
    repression of the Bush Administration completely went over
    his head. It seemed to go over many critics head, but sex remains evil.
    No wonder critics couldnt grasp Nine Songs or whatever, because SEX MUST BE EVIL!
    I might be grasping myself with that last statement, but critics
    are proving more and more to be worthless in my mind when
    the simple things are too much for them to even understand.

  3. Triflic says:

    I’m nowhere near prudish. I even liked the Raspberry Reich! However, 9 Songs just failed at nearly every level. I’m glad that filmmakers are trying these type of experiments (narrative told through sex scenes, FYI, 29 Palms is a slightly better film), and hopefully someone will be wildly successful at it, but as it stands, the sexually explicit art-film (post “In the Realm of the Senses”) is still waiting to be made.

  4. BrotherhoodOFSteel says:

    Having seen Realm of the Senses, I must disagree
    with anyone using it as a reference to a good
    art-house sex film. That film remains nothing
    more than an exploration of an Asian woman, and
    nothing more. Yeah. It has it’s moments, but
    it has no story.
    I guess, some want a film with SEX to have more
    story. I can understand, but there seems to be a
    line where people draw a line where sex works
    on film and when it does not. Go figure.

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