The plumber ate my Friday. Or maybe it was the plumbing that ate my Friday. In any case, plumbing related matters occupied a big chunk of my Friday morning and afternoon.
See, there's your problem right there: Modern indoor plumbing.
It actually wasn't that bad. And the plumbers (yes, plumbers, two of them in two days) who came out were mildly amusing. One, an old guy from New York, told Kelly First and me charming stories about reform school and beating his children. But he fixed the slow draining shower and that's really what counts.
A History of Viggo
Today's Viggo film is A History of Violins, a Danish documentary about the rise of the violin as the prime contender for orchestral leadership.
No, that's a lie. I made that up.
Today's Viggo film is A History of Violence, which is yet another of David Cronenberg's juvenilia-ish, homoerotic odes to Viggo. (The Brain is a wee bit tired of Viggo and a lot tired of David Cronenberg. Can you tell?) I made it through about a third of the movie, most of it on fast forward. (I'm patient that way.) After watching that much, I suddenly remembered having watched about the same amount on cable television at some point past. Seems like I might have been in a hotel? Maybe I was house-sitting. (We don't have a television set up in the casita at this point, so I know it wasn't here.) I remember watching it and thinking how poor the acting was, especially when it came to the two little kids. They would have been more convincing in a Campbell's soup commercial faking paroxysms of joy over steaming bowls of chicken and stars than they ever could be in a major motion picture.
And it's petty, but another thing that bothered me about this film was that everything looks too new. Like, the props are all new and stuff, but I'm supposed to believe that the characters have been using those things year in and year out. I hate that. In this film, there's a scene where the main teenaged boy has a confrontation with a bully in locker room. Behind the boy is a locker with a pair of shoes on the shelf and I swear all The Brain could see in that scene was how new the shoes were. They were supposed to be the shoes that the main teenaged boy character was running around in day in and day out, right? And you know how teenagers beat the crap out of shoes and continue to wear them until they're all grody and smelly and falling off their feet, right? But the shoes in this movie looked like they had just come out of a box. I'm sure if you had turned one over, the sole would have been all white and clean. The Brain saw that and was all, FAKE. Go back to your soup commercials, FAKER. The Brain was all insulted. All, do see that? They're not even trying. We can't watch this. Turn that off. Let's see if the new episode of 30 Rock is on hulu.
Viggo Burnout. I have it.
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