Motorpsycho ‘Wrenched’

Okay, lets write about ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’…

I can’t remember how the film ended up on my Netflix queue. I’m betting that my friend Brad recommended it. And there was a short time where I loaded up my queue with whatever Netflix recommended. Short sighted I know, but building a list seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I’m always amazed to find a Netflix friend with less than 100 flicks on their queue. My jaw drops and some kind of weird sound will escape from my mouth.

First of all, ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’ is a foreign film. And for some reason, there’s no English dialogue dubbed in. Oh, you had a choice of Portuguese or French, but no English. So that means that I’ll have to read words instead of looking at how the film is shot.

Why can’t they dub things into English? Why are the English-speaking people discriminated against when it comes to dubbing the dialogue on DVD’s? Are we the stereotypical people that like to read our movies?

I don’t think so.

Hell, I’m having a difficult time reading the first 100 pages of ‘The Da Vinci Code’ because of all the French in it.

It’s not that I’m lazy; it’s just that I don’t know how to pronounce and I don’t care how you pronounce. I will try it and it slows me down. Then I will skip those words and somehow it will show up in the future and I won’t know what in the hell is going on. It drives me crazy.

Anyway, a chubby pharmacist and a promising young doctor hit the South American open road on a shabby motorcycle. They ride around smoking cigarettes and bum their meals and lodgings. They convince a newspaper to publish an article about the pair’s “mission of mercy” trek complete with photograph to complete their “cover story”. That will keep them fed, liquored, and laid.

One of them has asthma and everyone speaks Spanish. They’re run out of town for messing with a married woman. And their trip ends at a Leper Colony where the asthmatic swims across a river to celebrate his birthday.

The movie is a real hoot! And I never have to see it ever again. I liked it but I didn’t like it. I’ve done my duty and I can now say that I’ve seen it. From what I understand, the doctor became famous for something dealing with humanitarianism. I didn’t really care because the subtitles robbed me of getting the deeper meaning and understanding of film.

Bastards!

And that’s all I got to say about that.

I received ‘Bottle Rocket’ and ‘In Good Company’ in the mail on Friday. The latter, I don’t feel all that comfortable about. It’s got that kid from ‘That 70’s Show’ (ummmm, Tanya Roberts), Eric some-ass or another.

I ate lunch at East Coast Wings in Winston-Salem on Friday with my friend Carolyn. There was a group of people that were loud and boisterous across the way. They would bust out cheering, laughing, or with a group sound of utter disbelief.

I looked to see what all the hubbub was about and all of their faces were turned upwards to the television high in the corner. They were watching the ACC Basketball Playoffs. I had forgot that it was in town and on television.

It’s because I don’t care. Yeah… I don’t care.

I would rather watch how meat is processed at the slaughterhouse than ACC Basketball or ANY kind of basketball for that matter.

Surprisingly, I’ve never been married.

And, I always put the toilet seat and lid down after urinating.