With Gusto

Stuff N' Huff

I was in Comox moving heavy things around in a hospital for the weekend. Now I'm stuck 30 bucks short for rent and without money until the 3rd of September. August has been one nutty ride. Got wasted with my band last night, drinking white Russians and watching "the Big Lebowski." I can't believe I bought vodka when I was already behind on rent. My life is like one of those comic books with too many characters and no end. Then again, this is a small place to live in, so that's what it'll feel like. Up north in smaller towns the books are shorter and the people more redundant, though there's the tendency to get spoiled. My guitarist has some sort of half-grandmother, or is it a step-granny? Anyways, there're three grandchildren: Guitar boy, Guitar boy's brother, and some other wanker. For Christmas, Guitar boy and his brother get really bad sweaters from Sally Ann while the wanker 14-year-old gets like 500 dollar presents -- new snowboard, new this new that. The step-granny doesn't buy good presents for the other two because they're arrogant and shop at Ikea, while the 14-year-wanker is a total nut case, who, when he doesn't get his way will slip his shit underneath couch cushions and throw rotten fruit around.

Storytelling - ***.5 - dir. by Todd Solandz -- a two-part movie (go ahead). "Fiction" the first part takes place in a writing workshop and there's the general hoo-ha: the good religious girl, the snobby hot writer girl, the alienated girl, the black prof. The protagonist is dating someone with Cerebral Palsy, who writes a story about someone having CP, but when he was with "her" he was a Cerebral Person. The prof calls it trite. The second part, "Non-Fiction" is about a total loser documentary filmmaker who makes a movie about some kid in highschool, ends up ridiculing them all at their expense, and people like the movie. Though the second part isn't about the documentarian's rise to this position, it's more about the protagonist of his film. There's a little kid who's evil for once. Usually little kids in American movies are little angels. This kid hypnotizes his father (played by John Goodman) and tells him to fire the maid and to love him the most.

Bubba Ho-Tep -- *** -- featuring an Elvis impersonator who thinks he's Elvis, and a black dude who thinks he's JFK. They're both in an asylum and find that there's a mummy walking the halls, sucking souls out of people's anuses. "Elvis" is totally apathetic to whatever happens, always saying, "what do I can, man. I got a growth on the end of my pecker." Standard horror movie, but with enough twists, humour, and slick editing montages to make it more than worthwhile.