Carrot Juice

Someone I found myself at the theater watching Invictus yesterday. After pondering for a moment, I deduced my reasoning for arriving:

1) I was napping and Fred came in and asked me if I wanted to go see aforementioned movie. So, post-nap confusion may be to blame for this lapse in judgement.

2) I was also the last car in the driveway, so I would've had to of moved my car anyway... so I ended up moving it all the way to the parking lot at the Americana.

After adventuring through the mall, discussing mall based zombie attacks and jerking around the Lov Sac salesman, we bumbled our way into the theater. Popcorn was purchased. Fuck loads of popcorn. So much god damn popcorn. If you can eat a large popcorn, then get a refill, and even eat a single kernel, then perhaps you should consider investing in corn. So popcorn was distributed amongst the three of us via some boxes that the popcorn jerker was kind enough to give us.

Anyway, on to the movie. I had about

0 expectations for this movie. You might even say I had about a -2 expectation for this movie. Deep down inside I have a sore spot for cheesy sports movies. All the Rocky movies, Rudy, Victory, hell even that one about the Eagles with Markie Mark. All those flicks are alright in my book. With the sport of choice being Rugby, at least I would get to see a sport on film that I've never seen before... however this logic could be quite flawed had the movie been about cricket, or... like swimming or some shit.

Considering you probably don't want to read a review, dig these notes:

- There was a preview for some Mel Gibson movie that takes place in Boston. I'm really fucking sick of every movie giving people from Boston over the top Southie accents. Seriously.

- I know nothing about Rugby. Here's what I've gathered from Invictus

~ Apparently there is a lot of grunting and shoving. All while holding hands.

~ If you've got a really little guy on your team, you can use him in a sort of fastball special type maneuver.

~ There is a lot of field goal kicking. I imagine it is similar to another foreign sport: Canadian Football.

~ New Zealand has a team called the All Blacks, despite having no Black players. (Note: They did however have a large Samoan type looking dude.)

- Nelson Mandela had a fucking tight wardrobe. He either wore suits, pimping silver shirts with crazy patterns, or Cosby sweaters. No wonder they locked him up, they feared the social upheaval that his stellar wardrobe would cause.

- Morgan Freeman looked more like Admiral Ackbar than Mandela.

Overall I gave this thang a C+. See it if you must, or if you really like Matt Damon. However I imagine if you're that big of a Damon fan, you've already seen this thing a few times. Cheers!