Accepting a Life of Mediocracy

I just watched What the Bleep do We Know? with Evan and Mark. It was pretty damn bad. It was about a thirty-five thousand year old black kid teaching a deaf woman how to play basketball while inquiring, "How far down the rabbit hole do you want to go?" This has something to do with understanding the meaning of life, which is EVERYBODY IS GOD, apparently. For a film that over and over again claims that we live in beautiful and wonderous universe, it spent a surprising amount of it's running time displaying people at thier cartoonish worst. The climax of this actually included a colorful cast of cartoon "cells", each supposedly represnting aspects of human personality but really mirroring the seven deadly sins. When the "Lust Cell" suggestively slithered down the inside of a man's pant leg and beckoned a woman onto the dance floor, I laughed. Maybe I'm wierd, but it seemed less like a statement about the crippling "addiction to emotion" that the movie claimed was at the heart of all human suffering, and more like the product of one of Taylorson's fevered dreams.

I rewatched a couple of movies that are actually good yesterday. Spirited Away and Slingblade are two movies that I cannot forsee myself ever getting tired of. I'm always surprised by the quality of the English dub on Spirited away. I've been conditioned by Godzilla movies to expect laughably poor dubs on anything from Japan. It's amazing how many of the actors in most of the Godzilla movies from the nineties clearly and consistantly say "Godziller".