Review Grab Bag (10-4-15)

Review Grab Bag 11-4-15

It’s the 11th Edition of the Review Grab Bag, everyone!  Yay!  For something I’ve been doing for a little over 4 years, that’s really not a lot of Grab Bags.  Sure, once or twice there was basically a whole year or more in there where I didn’t post anything… but we don’t like to talk about that.

*Shifts eyes shiftily*

Anyway…  Today, in the Review Grab Bag we’ll find 2 movies, a Graphic Novel and a puzzle that’s from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

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Evil Dead Week

The thought of going to a new Evil Dead movie for the first time in 20 years has me unreasonably excited.  It’s only showing on one screen in town on Thursday, and the old man and I will be there.  My level of excitement is particularly unreasonable because, aside from tweets from Bruce Campbell (@GroovyBruce), I don’t know a whole lot about the upcoming movie.  After learning that Sam, Bruce and others are on as producers, and hearing really positive reactions to the trailers, I put myself on Spoiler Alert Media Blackout.

I hadn’t even seen a trailer until last night, when they aired a couple during the season finale of The Walking Dead.  This post started out as a post-mortem on Season 3… but I scrapped it because while I was writing, all I wanted to do was watch the original Evil Dead.  That’s about when I realized that given the time frame, I could watch each of the existing ones, one a night, until Thursday.  And if I’m going to do that… well, fuck it, I might as well have my very first second theme week.

It got into my toys... and it went bad.

It got into my toys… and it went bad.

Of course, whenever I set out to do something on any kind of a schedule, it usually falls apart.  I don’t know that I’ve ever finished anything I’ve started.  Maybe Evil Dead Week will end up Review Grab Bag:  Evil Dead Edition.

Another concern that I have is that I’ve got myself so worked up about seeing this movie, that there’s a very real possibility that I might come away disappointed.  The last time I was excited enough about a movie to ignore all hype-generating media was for Star Wars Episode II…

Needless to say that didn’t live up to my expectations.

UPDATE:

The week’s over!  Here’s some easy links to the reviews:

And here’s the final page, where I go on about my thoughts on running through the series this week.

Red Pill – A Good Day To Die Hard (2013)

Die Hard 5Bruce Willis once again throws on a wifebeater and calls himself John McClane, tortured traveller.  This time, McClane reconnects with his son, who has apparently gotten himself into some trouble in Moscow.  One crappy plane ride and one crappy cab ride later, and John finds himself up to his neck in shit.  Car chase, Something, something, something, explosions… Yippie Kai Yay Mr. Falcon.

This is one of two reviews I’ll be writing for A Good Day To Die Hard.  I’m doing this, because I am of a completely split mind.  On the one hand…  this is a terrible movie.  Really.  Possibly one of the worst I’ve seen in years.  On the other hand…  I fucking LOVED watching it.  The last movie I enjoyed watching this much was The Avengers.  If you’ll excuse a reference to The Matrix you can take the Blue Pill, and find out all about how fun this movie was to watch…  OR… you can take the Red Pill by continuing to read this article, and find out just how goddamn awful this movie really is…

Red Pill

Blue Pill

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Who Is That Fat Guy With Glasses?

So…  It’s been a while now that the Blog has been going again and before real-life and virtual life start making it nearly impossible to show up here and complain about stuff, I’ve just started to amass some statistics.  While almost everyone that is visiting the site comes looking for Meanwhile in Canada… or the blank polaroid image in Fat Dad With Glasses:  Bachin’r, some people do come here actually looking for stuff to read.  It’s quite annoying.

However…  There are a number of viewers that are coming from various search engines.  Google, Yahoo, various bots, and whatever the hell Yandex is… which is, I’m guessing, some kind of Russian Yahoo/Google Hybrid wearing bikershorts and a fur hat.  About 90% of those people that get here from those search engines are looking for one thing:

“Who is that fat guy with glasses in…?”

Well, I’m nothing else if not helpful.  That’s why, to the best of my ability, I’m going to answer their burning questions.  As far as my statistics (both from here, and my old blogspot site) would imply, these are the 5 most important and often searched for Fat Guys with Glasses on the interwebs.  Even though they have obviously been given a numerical ranking, they are in no particular order.  There is also absolutely no empirical evidence to support my claims/rankings regarding the popularity of these fellows.  Absolutely no science was harmed in the making of this list.

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Virtual Worlds

So, I wouldn’t exactly say I’ve been avoiding blogging, so much as I’ve been finding other things much more enticing.  After wrapping up Fight Night Round 3 (My Review:  It sucks) in a weekend shortly after my last post, I decided to take a jump into the virtual world of Fallout 3.

I’ve been treading my way across post-nuclear-apocalypse Washington, D.C. for a few weeks now, and it’s fucking amazing.  I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do a full out review of it, because I don’t like to review things if I don’t feel I’ve experienced them fully.  And I don’t know that I’ll ever experience Fallout 3 fully.  It’s that sweeping and massive of a timesink that I can’t see me finishing it before March 6th’s release of Mass Effect 3 which will likely the three quarters of 2012 that will be left after it launches.

I’ve also been invited to join a thing in a galaxy far, far away that I’m not supposed to talk about, so I’m not going to, except to say that it’s fucking awesome, even though I’m not supposed to talk about it.

I guess this is an apology of sorts, if you had been enjoying the somewhat regular posts I had been making.  I didn’t die, or get arrested, or run off stalking the douche who hacked Sesame Street.  Though his changing my routine may very well have lead to me blogging less.  But I had already gone a bit quiet before that, I suppose.  I’m going to try to set myself on a schedule of sorts, but I’m terrible at holding to schedules.

In the meantime, Dogmeat and I need to continue looking for my father.