<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:36:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xar Reviews</title><subtitle type='html'>We'll Review Anything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-113599050168239429</id><published>2005-12-30T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:08:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip this post</title><summary type='text'>Princeton University first semester 2005-2006 reviewJohn NashCondy RiceWaiting for Condy RiceProtesting Condy RiceEli WieselHilary ClintonMichael ChertoffSam AlitoBill GatesJohn ConwayAlexander's Wildly Horn TheoremBernoulli NumbersNot working clockSeven and a quarter minutesBe crude + that's not good enoughConstant but not actually constantCompactness + Heine-Borel theoremCauchyness+Abel's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/113599050168239429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/113599050168239429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113599050168239429' title='Skip this post'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234306235535260893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img77.photobucket.com/albums/v235/apturtle/382acf07.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-113213376293470556</id><published>2005-11-16T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:36:02.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boondocks</title><summary type='text'>This is the best anime I've EVER seen.  That's not saying much cuz that shit sucks for the most part, but this show is the epitome of contemporary relevance.  For those of you unaware with the spectacular new series, it's a new addition to the adult swim lineup, an anime comedy about a black grandpa and his two grandsons move from the ghetto into a white suburb and deal with the new race issues </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/113213376293470556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/113213376293470556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113213376293470556' title='The Boondocks'/><author><name>Rob M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312946209092223948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEnUQMrEIZE/S4wVuTuVmiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gPqw_iwfU8g/S220/asa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-112555437458816388</id><published>2005-08-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:21:54.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Mad Black Woman</title><summary type='text'>Note: This movie is so crappy I couldn't contain myself from describing much of the plot because I discourage anybody reading this from actually watching the movie.    Plus, describing the plot in a skeletal manner would only let you predict it all anyway.  So don't consider this a review, consider it a breakdown of a very horrendous movie -- with spoilers.What do you get when you cross an angry,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/112555437458816388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/112555437458816388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112555437458816388' title='Diary of a Mad Black Woman'/><author><name>-X-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02298911277515001246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-112021105804670367</id><published>2005-07-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:44:18.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldboy</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning and realized that it's been so long, the spanish numbers really don't matter any more. They say old habits die hard, but apparently the same rules don't apply to formatting philosophies. Oh well. So much the better. I now have absolutely no reason to remember any of my spanish at all.So a few weeks ago I saw this movie, Oldboy at the Hollywood theater down in Portland. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/112021105804670367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/112021105804670367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112021105804670367' title='Oldboy'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-111967646593521960</id><published>2005-06-24T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:22:14.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS POST</title><summary type='text'>I CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS..........BUT I SOMEHOW FEEL LIKE GOD WILL PUNISH ME FOR THIS FOREVER INTO THE FUTUREI am right now committing the biggest sin in my life.........IE blogging........Although this is not my blog, I feel even worse blogging on this thing..............although this blog is not mine so I don't feel bad about people reading itBut I feel like making a laundry list: (Hopefully some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/111967646593521960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/111967646593521960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111967646593521960' title='I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS POST'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234306235535260893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img77.photobucket.com/albums/v235/apturtle/382acf07.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-111243108901512443</id><published>2005-04-02T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:38:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Sin City</title><summary type='text'>Robert Rodriguez, the director of "Spy Kids" just made a new movie.It's fucking sick.And Depraved.And gross.And pointless.Seriously, kids, this is some sick shit.Women get beat a lot.And one guy gets his testicles forcibly removed....TWICE.It's just wrong.Also, there's no point.Unlike, say, Pulp Fiction, or Kill Bill, or Fight Club, which tells an interesting, character driven story with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/111243108901512443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/111243108901512443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111243108901512443' title='Review: Sin City'/><author><name>Corbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447682315791136601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110522086997033297</id><published>2005-01-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:57:01.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Numero Cento e Doze: The Omen</title><summary type='text'>Guest Reviewer: PetraOne of the freakiest horror movies you may ever see, this religious drama plays on your nerves and your sense of righteousness. Made in the late 1970s with Gregory Peck as Robert Thorne and Harvey Stevens as Damien, it is one of the craziest movies you might see.It starts out in a hospital on June 6, at six am. The American Ambassador to Italy, Robert Thorne and his wife </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110522086997033297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110522086997033297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110522086997033297' title='Review: Numero Cento e Doze: The Omen'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110481352364746961</id><published>2005-01-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:38:43.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Once: Collateral</title><summary type='text'>Probably the most impressive thing about this movie is that it had the potential to be so terrible, but it managed to avoid all of the genre pitfalls and the end result is a movie that manages to be both exciting and compelling. For that alone, I award it three Alps.The next two will be hard-earned by the end of this review.Collateral starts innocently enough - Jamie Foxx is a cab driver, who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110481352364746961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110481352364746961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110481352364746961' title='Review Numero Cien y Once: Collateral'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110410449605371670</id><published>2004-12-26T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T16:03:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Diez: Bosk's New Vinyl Records</title><summary type='text'>Guest reviewer BoskBefore I start out, I should mention that I am going to try to review something I haven't reviewed before, namely a record. Yes, one of those big black vinyl records. I brought home my mom's old record player from my grandparents' house last August and until today I had been content with my mom's old record collection (with selections like Bachman Turner Overdrive, Earth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110410449605371670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110410449605371670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110410449605371670' title='Review Numero Cien y Diez: Bosk&apos;s New Vinyl Records'/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110352096064626741</id><published>2004-12-19T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:36:00.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Nueve: Star Trek - Nemesis</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while there's a movie that you get really excited about, and the previews look like it's going to be the best thing ever, and you read every interview, closely examine every publicity still, and finally you get to see the movie, and it's really one of the more lackluster things you've ever seen in your life.For a lot of us, that was what it was like to see the Matrix sequels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110352096064626741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110352096064626741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110352096064626741' title='Review Numero Cien y Nueve: Star Trek - Nemesis'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110343754113247428</id><published>2004-12-18T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:25:41.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Ocho: Star Trek - Insurrection</title><summary type='text'>I once read a review of this movie that said something to the effect of: "The previous movie, First Contact was really good, but for Insurrection it seems like the producers just said, 'Hey Frakes, why don't you get the boys together and make another one of them space pictures.'"Yeah, that about sums it up.This particular adventure sees our valiant heroes investigating an incident on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110343754113247428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110343754113247428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110343754113247428' title='Review Numero Cien y Ocho: Star Trek - Insurrection'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110335266215477538</id><published>2004-12-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:51:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Siete: Star Trek - First Contact</title><summary type='text'>Oh, joy! Another really good movie. Of course, that just means the next two will be bad, but I'll burn that bridge as I cross it.The beginning of First Contact sees our valiant heroes flying around in their brand new ship, which s a lot flatter, longer and cooler than the other one. Seeing the new version, you can hardly blame them for crashing the older model into a planet. It was ugly, clunky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110335266215477538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110335266215477538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110335266215477538' title='Review Numero Cien y Siete: Star Trek - First Contact'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110325836188976985</id><published>2004-12-16T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:39:21.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Sies: Star Trek - Generations</title><summary type='text'>Ahh... finally a new cast to open our new Star Trek movie. The credits roll over a wine bottle flying through space. Thing strange about that, I guess. I mean, the bald guy is French, even though he sounds British and lives in America. The wine bottle is flying... spinning... flying... shiny... flying... BAM! It explodes against a hard metal surface. Oh, I get it. They were christening a ship. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110325836188976985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110325836188976985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110325836188976985' title='Review Numero Cien y Sies: Star Trek - Generations'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110316535065474528</id><published>2004-12-15T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:49:10.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Cinco: Star Trek VI - The Undiscovered Country</title><summary type='text'>The only thing to make a more dramatic comeback than this was when the Red Sox won the World Series.Fans of the Star Trek franchise could not ask for a better movie than this one, let alone a better follow-up to one of the worst movies of all time. The Undiscovered Country is, in my less than humble opinion, perfect. Just as there was nothing good about The Final Frontier, there is nothing bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110316535065474528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110316535065474528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110316535065474528' title='Review Numero Cien y Cinco: Star Trek VI - The Undiscovered Country'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110307410236287565</id><published>2004-12-14T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:28:22.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Cuatro: Star Trek V - The Final Frontier</title><summary type='text'>Shatner wrote this movie. End of review.Not really. Unfornately for all of us, there is a lot more to be said.Star Trek V: The Final Frontier has to be one of the worst franchise movies ever made. How this even made it past the concept phase is a mystery to all. The dialogue is terrible, the plot is hilariously stupid, and the acting from every one of these people is some of the worst I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110307410236287565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110307410236287565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110307410236287565' title='Review Numero Cien y Cuatro: Star Trek V - The Final Frontier'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110300065948486790</id><published>2004-12-13T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:04:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Tres: Star Trek IV - The Voyage Home</title><summary type='text'>Weeep... Woop. Bleeee... woomp.Whales in Space.Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home opens on a giant log floating through space, making a wide variety of strange noises. We get a nice long series of shots and amazingly nerdy dialogue to establish that it is sucking up electricity left and right. This wouldn't be so bad, except that our loyal, hardworking Starfleet scientists determine that the giant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110300065948486790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110300065948486790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110300065948486790' title='Review Numero Cien y Tres: Star Trek IV - The Voyage Home'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110291895935215494</id><published>2004-12-12T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:22:39.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Dos: Star Trek III - The Search For Spock</title><summary type='text'>So at the end of the last movie, Spock died and it was really sad. Shatner cried, and then he gave a speech, and then his face twitched. Spock's Torpedo-Coffin landed on the new planet. I smell a sequel.As it turns out, Vulcans don't really have to die as long as they pass on their soul to a temporary host while the body is restored to life. It seems that Spock chose good ol' Dr. McCoy, who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110291895935215494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110291895935215494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110291895935215494' title='Review Numero Cien y Dos: Star Trek III - The Search For Spock'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110282928013955015</id><published>2004-12-11T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:28:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien y Uno: Star Trek II - The Wrath of Khan</title><summary type='text'>"Khaaaaaaaannn!"Welcome to the (second) best Star Trek movie ever.Our story picks up with a scene strange to most loyal fans - a young Vulcan woman is commanding the crew of the Enterprise on a mission past the neutral zone, when the ship recieves a distress call from a nearby vessel. The mysterious Captain elects to break treaty and investigate, but thay're caught by Klingons and soundly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110282928013955015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110282928013955015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110282928013955015' title='Review Numero Cien y Uno: Star Trek II - The Wrath of Khan'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110272579511139066</id><published>2004-12-10T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:43:15.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Cien: Star Trek - The Motion Picture</title><summary type='text'>There are some Star Trek Movies that people hate, and some that they love, but there is just one that nobody thinks about at all until someone else brings it up. That one, the first movie, happens to be one of my favorites. A lot of people don't like The Motion Picture. They say it's too long, too boring, too much like a glorified episode of the series for anyone to really care. I disagree. To me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110272579511139066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110272579511139066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110272579511139066' title='Review Numero Cien: Star Trek - The Motion Picture'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110245512213831297</id><published>2004-12-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:32:02.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Nueve: Mean Girls</title><summary type='text'>I cannot believe that I watched this movie. I started seeing previews for it, and my first thought was, "Wow, Lindsay Lohan is hot."Then I started actually listening to what she was saying, and I realized that Mean Girls was going to be pretty stupid. It had almost nothing going for it - a high school comedy about girls being bitches to each other. Well, just give up the Oscar now. Even though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110245512213831297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110245512213831297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110245512213831297' title='Review Numero Noventa y Nueve: Mean Girls'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-110175455182304390</id><published>2004-11-29T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:33:12.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Ocho: Half Life 2</title><summary type='text'>Remeber a couple years ago when everyone saw the previews of The Matrix Reloaded, and we all talked about what a great movie it was going to be, and then it more or less sucked?Half Life 2 is nothing like that.A year and a half ago, developer Valve released a 30-minute proof of concept video to show off not only their amazing new graphics engine, but the awesome game they were developing. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110175455182304390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/110175455182304390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110175455182304390' title='Review Numero Noventa y Ocho: Half Life 2'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109874776062436501</id><published>2004-10-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:52:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Siete: Soylent Green</title><summary type='text'>Even if you haven't seen the movie, everyone knows the ending of Soylent Green.It's people. Aaaaahhhh!It's also a stupid, stupid movie.After a montage of industrialization, we are told that the movie takes place in New York City in 2022. The population is some absolutely huge number, and lots of people are poor and starving. Charleton Heston is Robert Thorn, a cop who somehow managed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109874776062436501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109874776062436501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109874776062436501' title='Review Numero Noventa y Siete: Soylent Green'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109872672775104266</id><published>2004-10-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:52:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Seis: Little Shop of Horrors</title><summary type='text'>For a show that I didn't want to go to, this was really good.Little Shop of Horrors started life as a Broadway play, then became a movie with Rick Moranis, and is now a play again. For someone who had never seen an actual Boradway play before, I found the movie to be over-the-top, excessively musical, and entirely stupid in its premise.I should have known better. Rick Moranis ruins everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109872672775104266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109872672775104266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109872672775104266' title='Review Numero Noventa y Seis: Little Shop of Horrors'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109746883887582427</id><published>2004-10-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:26:42.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Cinco: Napoleon Dynamite</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people really loved Napoleon Dynamite It's been desicrbed as funny, quirky, amusing, hilarious, and a wide variety of other adjectives that really just mean the same thing. I can't say I didn't like it. It had that weird sort of Indie-film charm that disappears once big studios get involved. If it had been about pretty much anything else, or if I were anyone other than myself, I'm sure I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109746883887582427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109746883887582427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109746883887582427' title='Review Numero Noventa y Cinco: Napoleon Dynamite'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109562841854445845</id><published>2004-09-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:13:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Cuatro: The Punisher</title><summary type='text'>It is possible to sum up this movie in about a sentence.  But it deserves a heck of a lot more than that, because it's pretty awesome.  The plot is pretty simple, so it's kind of difficult to do it justice on paper, but here goes.  For those who have never read the comic book, the Punisher is a man named Frank Castle, who goes around in a trench coat and the famous skull shirt personally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109562841854445845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109562841854445845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109562841854445845' title='Review Numero Noventa y Cuatro: The Punisher'/><author><name>Elias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109552878871345852</id><published>2004-09-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T10:39:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Tres: Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>OK... there are a couple of cool things about this movie.  The first one being, of course, that none of it exists.  That's right- they filmed it all on blue screen, so if the actors aren't actually holding something, it isn't actually there.  And the computer generated backgrounds start out obviously, but become so seamless that you don't even notice that they are there.  The opening sequence is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109552878871345852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109552878871345852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109552878871345852' title='Review Numero Noventa y Tres: Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow'/><author><name>Elias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109505158167327182</id><published>2004-09-12T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:04:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Dos y Media: Hero</title><summary type='text'>Lemming Reviewed previously, and he absulotely slammed Hero. I wasn't planning on reviewing it at least until I watch it again, but hell if I'm going to let Lemming trash a movie I liked on my blog. So here goes nothing.Lemming summed up the plot pretty well, but here is my own brief synopsis: The titular Hero, called "Nameless" due to his lack of name, is being escorted to the Emperor's throne</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109505158167327182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109505158167327182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109505158167327182' title='Review Numero Noventa y Dos y Media: Hero'/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109470085802271340</id><published>2004-09-08T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:59:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Dos: Hero</title><summary type='text'>What to say about this movie? Xar says I'm uncultured because I didn't enjoy it as much as he did, but I've heard a rumor that Xar's a fool. So I'll offer my usuall objective review.The movie starts out with Jet Li, named "Nameless", riding in a carriage across the desert. We gradually that he is bringing with him the blade of a spear and two swords.In any case he arrives at the Emperor of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109470085802271340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109470085802271340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109470085802271340' title='Review Numero Noventa y Dos: Hero'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14352812457662969987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-109323703588110703</id><published>2004-08-22T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:57:15.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnie Darko</title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Noventa y Uno: Donnie DarkoThis was one of those rare movies that ends, and you stare at the screen trying to figure out what you just watched. Maybe I should rephrase that... This was one of the rare movies where you actually have to think to understand it, and that's a good thing.Without giving away the end of the movie, I can't really give a plot summary, because the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109323703588110703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/109323703588110703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109323703588110703' title='Donnie Darko'/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108986659857245918</id><published>2004-07-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:43:18.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Noventa: Spiderman 2You know, when I think of exciting action stars, I think of Tobey Maguire. From Pleasantville to Seabuscuit, this guy has "it." He's intense, he's exciting to watch. It's almost as exhilirating as...Matlock.Or Diagnosis Murder of you're an old Dick van Dyke fan. The point of all this being that I'm pretty sure Tobey Maguire was enbalmed several years ago, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108986659857245918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108986659857245918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108986659857245918' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108883132672041015</id><published>2004-07-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:41:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Nueve: Saving Private RyanYarr! War is hell!And that's the whole movie.Well, not really. There's a lot of stuff that happens between "Yarr" and "War". And if you want the extended edition, you can watch Band of Brothers, in which it happens ten times, and will take about 12 hours to watch. Saving Private Ryan starts with one of the best War Scenes I have ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108883132672041015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108883132672041015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108883132672041015' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108883024431563077</id><published>2004-07-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:41:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Ocho: Apollo 13Has anyone not seen this movie? Anyone? It's far from a "classic," but I don't think there's a single person anywhere who has not seen Apollo 13. Only one person in our histroy class hand't seen it. And then - she did.The story is based on that of real life: Jim Lovell (Tom Hanks) is not going to the moon, Jim Lovell is going to the moon, Jim Lovell's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108883024431563077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108883024431563077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108883024431563077' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108857055166821132</id><published>2004-06-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:41:36.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Siete: The Road to PerditionThis looked like a really mediocre movie. And you know what? It's totally not.The Road to Perdition is a great movie. And the title has two meanings, although one of them is stupid. The plot goes like this: Tom Hanks, whose character's name escapes me, is involved in organized crime in the 1930's under the leadership of some father-figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108857055166821132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108857055166821132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108857055166821132' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108814229169612950</id><published>2004-06-24T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:21:15.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reveiew Numero Ochenta y Sies: The TerminalUnbelievably, this movie is based on a true story. I say unbelievably because I keep telling people this, and no one believes me. I can even point them to news articles on the subject, and they just say, "yeah, well. You can't believe everything you read." But then the soldiers write back fron Iraq saying "Don't believe ANYTHING you read," and we all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108814229169612950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108814229169612950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108814229169612950' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108797069310971604</id><published>2004-06-22T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:04:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Cinco: DodgeballA lot of people saw the previews for this movie and assumed that it would be either stupid or funny. Well, I'm glad to report to you that it was incredibly funny. You really can't go wrong with Ben Stiller in any scenario, and physical comedy is usually funny. Plus, the entire premise is laughable.But don't get your hopes up too high - the movie is also</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108797069310971604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108797069310971604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108797069310971604' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108680393950707161</id><published>2004-06-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:14:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Cuatro: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkabanAll right, so earlier I said that I like this film less and less the more I think about it. This is still true. Everything that the pre-release reviews said is ultimately valid - this installment in the series is darker, the writing is more mature, and the production is incredible. However, the previous two movies had one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108680393950707161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108680393950707161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108680393950707161' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108611104195172949</id><published>2004-06-01T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:59:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Tres: The Day After TomorrowOne of the big marketing hypes was that this movie was made by the producers of Independence Day. This is an asset to this film only because it beans that Jerry Bruckheimer did not produce it. Not that Jerry Bruckheimer is particularly bad, but really. Kangaroo Jack? CSI Miami? He has a lot to answer for.If you live in America and do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108611104195172949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108611104195172949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108611104195172949' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108610961335354466</id><published>2004-06-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:06:53.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Dos: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindOkay, so get this: There is a movie, involving Jim Carrey. And he doesn't act like a jackass the whole time! I know! Isn't it great?Maybe that isn't very fair, because I thoroughly enjoyed both The Truman Show and The Majestic. Great movies, but for some reason Carrey couldn't pull it off. He is a funny man, and he has a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108610961335354466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108610961335354466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108610961335354466' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108552889959651722</id><published>2004-05-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:00:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta y Uno: The Da Vinci CodeBy Dan BrownRemeber my comment that people are morons? It's true. Anyone who doesn't take absolutely everything they read with at least one grain of salt deserves to be shot. Period. Contest time: Who here realizes the irony of that statement? Anyway, although Dan Brown is obviously smarter than all of his readers combined, all that means is that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108552889959651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108552889959651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108552889959651722' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108388611768066019</id><published>2004-05-06T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:32:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Ochenta: Grand Theft Auto IIIToday I was juggling just to make sure I still know how (I do), and i started thinking about how I'm almost done with this game and should write a review about it. Actually, the whole story makes a bit more sense than that. I had to move the box for "Call of Duty" to look for one of my hacky sacks, and "Call of Duty" is what I'm going to be playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108388611768066019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108388611768066019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108388611768066019' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108227692503262638</id><published>2004-04-18T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:57:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Nueve: Walking TallWorstMovieEver.Let me rephrase: Worst half a movie. I'd like to steal some intellectual property from Maddox and go off on this poor excuse for a movie properly, but im not that creative. Still, here's what it was missing:Plot. It needed a plot. The whole premise of the movie was a guy who returns home to finds his friends trying to kill him, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108227692503262638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108227692503262638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108227692503262638' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108165979054077657</id><published>2004-04-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:06:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Ocho: HBHS California Band TripHave you been to Disneyland? Most likely, but never like this. First off - The Hotel: I know I should start with the plane, but I'd rather rant about the hotel. We stayed at the Anahiem Hilton, approximately a 30 minute walk from Disneyland. The walk was all right, but it was hell on the knees. The room I stayed in (along with Kym Francis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108165979054077657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108165979054077657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108165979054077657' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108138583726029652</id><published>2004-04-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T07:26:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Siete: Cornell UniversityBefore I review, here are some basic facts about Cornell University, located in Ithaca, NY:College of Arts and Sciences990 Freshmen, 1100 Seniors25% of students Double Major Major is declared between frosh orientation and end of sophomore yearAP credits count for graduation, not for major, use the AP tests to test out of intro level </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108138583726029652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108138583726029652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108138583726029652' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108138510085882288</id><published>2004-04-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T17:48:42.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Seis: New York UniversityAhh, the college hunt. This is the first in a series of four reviews, possibly more if I get around to them later.NYU is in the Greenwitch Village area of Manhattan, near Washington Square Park. The first thing a visitor notices is that there is really no "campus," in the traditonal sense. The buildings are scattered among ten blocks or so, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108138510085882288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108138510085882288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108138510085882288' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108070235827559631</id><published>2004-03-30T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:09:29.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Cinco: CastawayThis is probably the first movie that made me realize that Tom Hanks is a really good actor. I mean, he was great in Forrest Gump, but I wasn't really paying attention or something. That aside, he was just amazing in this movie.Everyone who hasn't been under a rock for the last ten years knows the story: a FedEx quasi-executive is flying with a bunch of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108070235827559631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108070235827559631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108070235827559631' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108060038024647822</id><published>2004-03-29T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:19:22.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Cuatro: Secondhand LionsI have no idea where to begin to describe this movie. It's a heartwarming family values tale about two old men who used to be thieves and adventurers in Africa, and they retell their story to their great-nephew, all while shooting at door-to-door salesmen, raising a lion in a cornfield, and getting in fights with street gangs. Can you begin to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108060038024647822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108060038024647822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108060038024647822' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-108026516046346690</id><published>2004-03-25T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:18:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Tres: The Perfect ScoreDespite all appearances, this was not a bad movie. Wait, let me explain. I did not say that the movie was not stupid, because it definately was that. However, unlike a certain work of Ashton Art, this movie managed to be stupid and funny at the same time.We start with a montage of the various major characters in the movie, including; The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108026516046346690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/108026516046346690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108026516046346690' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107896945541616860</id><published>2004-03-10T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:18:11.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Dos: The Passion of the ChristAs we all know this has been the most controversial movie in recent memory.  Well, in this case it seems a lot of people are upset over nothing.The movie portrays Christ's last 12 hours of life as well as his resurrection, briefly.  Perhaps the most interesting fact of the movie was that it was done in the original languuages.  This gave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107896945541616860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107896945541616860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107896945541616860' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14352812457662969987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107895888797343529</id><published>2004-03-10T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:17:58.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta y Uno: Hansel, MarkEach school, each neighborhood, has their own Carrie. The one everyone loves to make fun of, the easy target, the religious fanatic. Ours is Mark Hansel.I would in no way say that Mark Hansel is Carrie, nor does he make me cry like I do about Carrie, but he is our Carrie - OR one could claim, he would be Carrie's mother. Mark Hansel is an interesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107895888797343529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107895888797343529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107895888797343529' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107760078508233683</id><published>2004-02-23T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:17:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Setenta:  RagergyFocusing the RAGE!  Where's a Howard Dean Yaaaahhhh  when I need it.  I love focusing my rage.  I found the 1 little thing that makes me rage, RAGE DAMMIT YAAAAHHHHH and now I use it whenever I need adrenaline.  In circuit training, if I'm getting tired.  I just stop for a second, close my eyes, think about my rage thought for about 10-15 seconds, let out a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107760078508233683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107760078508233683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107760078508233683' title=''/><author><name>Paul Fleurdelys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgstrv0_RR4/Sm-GRnP-E0I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKW7JC_AB4U/S220/P7130004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107759923803784333</id><published>2004-02-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:17:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Nueve:  The Nora Ephron Duet Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got MailNora Ephron is the goddess of American style smilie faced happy sappy moppy sloppy chick flick movies.  She was married to the director of a truly great movie, The Graduate, to whom she is now divorced.  I can't think of anything else she's directed off the top of my head, but these 2 stand out.Both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107759923803784333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107759923803784333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107759923803784333' title=''/><author><name>Paul Fleurdelys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgstrv0_RR4/Sm-GRnP-E0I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKW7JC_AB4U/S220/P7130004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107751495164708674</id><published>2004-02-22T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:16:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Ocho: Sleepless in SeattleI can't decide if this was a good movie. I really can't. Maybe that's not a good way to start off a review, but I can't get past it. On one hand, it was an interesting concept, well-played characters, and some fairly funny moments. On the other, the motivations of some of the characters make no sense, a lot of the plot points are contrived, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107751495164708674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107751495164708674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107751495164708674' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107743619137659821</id><published>2004-02-21T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:15:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Siete: Dude, Where's My Car?I watched this on TV a couple weeks ago because it sounded funny. Think of the premise: Ashton Kutcher (funny) is a stupid (funny) stoner (funny), and so is his friend (probably funny). They are presumably looking for their car. I don't know how you could go wrong. By all means, this sounds like a funny movie. Anyone who has watched "That 70'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107743619137659821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107743619137659821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107743619137659821' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107742668870282064</id><published>2004-02-21T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:14:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Seis: SharisI blame this on Xar, who repeatedly begs people to post reviews of anything. Here goes.Nothing like a trip to Sharis. Since its open 24 hours, it makes a great post-game stop at 10:00. They don't usually seem to mind large groups of high schoolers either, although I'm sure we're changing that quickly. (Hey... so the tip was $5 in change, a $1,000,000 bill,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107742668870282064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107742668870282064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107742668870282064' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107695813731972540</id><published>2004-02-16T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:14:54.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Cinco: Carrie (Book and Movie, not the Miniseries)Guest Reviewer: PetraEveryone knows at least a bit of the story of Carrie. A girl gets covered in blood and starts killing all the students at school. But there is so much more its scary. The story of Carrie is one of Stephen King's best horror works, even if it doesn't make you afraid to sleep. More like afraid to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107695813731972540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107695813731972540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107695813731972540' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107353764844563637</id><published>2004-01-07T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:55:49.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Cuatro: AeroContinenteThis is an obscure little airline in South America. Never heard of it? Lucky you.We start out in the terminal. They apparently haven't heard of lines, like every other airline, so they just kind of herd everyone up to the front in a massive blob. We go to the gate and get on the plane. It is old. Stairs-in-the-back 727 with engines that sound </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107353764844563637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107353764844563637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107353764844563637' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107353584507077219</id><published>2004-01-07T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:25:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Tres: AntarcticaWow. Makes you realize how much our continent really sucks, we need more penguins.Seriously, Antarctica was great. It wasn't very cold, usually in the 30's, and it was generally sunny. I realize it isnt always like this, but I also realize that I don't care! There may not be any real "civilization" there (three British guys stuck on an island without a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107353584507077219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107353584507077219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107353584507077219' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107342507509528426</id><published>2004-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T15:01:13.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Dos: Finding NemoYarr! Eeevill Capitalists: Part Two.Before I get a large volley of "why would you even think of watching that, I must tell you that I thought the same thing when the movie started. And you know what? I was pleasantly surprised. It's not a great movie, it's not one I would watch again unless someone else was going to and I had nothing better to do, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107342507509528426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107342507509528426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107342507509528426' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107317936905565267</id><published>2004-01-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:45:38.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta y Uno: Pretty Guardian Sailormoon Guest Reviewer: Petra If you don't know me, when I was in sixth grade a friend of mine and I were extremely in love with Sailor Moon and did everything that involved Sailor Moon. Well, 10 years after Sailor Moon came out in the US, Japan came out with a Live action version of Sailor Moon. Uh oh. That was my first thought and after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107317936905565267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107317936905565267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107317936905565267' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107317731396023693</id><published>2004-01-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:29:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Sesenta: Anime Music Videos (General)Guest Reviewer: Petra You've seen normal music videos, however, these have anime with them. I just see it as another way to download music.  Most AMVs suck. The video quality is poor and the sound quality sucks even more. I've only found a few that are any good namely Kurenai, First Love Fushigi Yuugi, and Cool Fusion's Lady Marmalade. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107317731396023693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107317731396023693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107317731396023693' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107315635202358905</id><published>2004-01-03T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:45:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Nueve: Something's Gotta GiveAh the joys of the younger woman - Jack NickolsonThe movie starts out promising, Amanda Peet, a Mercedes Benz SL55, the hamptons.  The premise behind the movie is Jack Nickolson is the 60 something head of the top New York Hip Hop Label and a player on the New York dating scene who never dates anyone over 30.  Guess they have to be 1/3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107315635202358905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107315635202358905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107315635202358905' title=''/><author><name>Paul Fleurdelys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgstrv0_RR4/Sm-GRnP-E0I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKW7JC_AB4U/S220/P7130004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107299713253647296</id><published>2004-01-01T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:43:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Ocho 2.0: The Last SamuraiYarr! Eeevill Capitalists!This movie could have been so much shorter. About half an hour off the end would have made it perfect. As Petra said, it's basically about an American Civil War hero who is hired to train the Japanese soldiers. However, he is taken captive by his enemies, the Samurai, who still embrace the old slower, simple ways </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107299713253647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107299713253647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107299713253647296' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107293321474471056</id><published>2003-12-31T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:03:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Ocho: The Last SamuraiGuest Reviewer: PetraWhat a great experience for me. I learned something about me at this movie. I don't mind an overkill of blood as long as there are swords in the mix. This has a lot of blood and head chopping!!The Story: Tom Cruise is a Civil War hero who regrets killing innocent Indians when he did it. So he gets hired to teach Japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107293321474471056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107293321474471056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107293321474471056' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-107239074682151190</id><published>2003-12-25T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:37:10.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Siete: The Return of the KingThe short version: Xar's new official Best Movie Ever.The long version:The movie starts with the familiar music, and a fight between the two weirdest characters I have ever seen. That of course being Smeagol and his friend, who finds the Ring in a river. So Smeagol goes in about two munites from "I love fishing with this guy" to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107239074682151190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/107239074682151190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107239074682151190' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106964115013472221</id><published>2003-11-23T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:23:17.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Sies: Fight ClubBy Chuck PalahnuikYou are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are not special. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.You can watch the Matrix or Dances With Wolves, and you can read Locke, Hobbes, Rousseau, or whatever the college kid dressed all in black is so engorssed in at Starbucks, but you're not going to learn as much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106964115013472221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106964115013472221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106964115013472221' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106912450138552061</id><published>2003-11-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:39:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Cinco: Master and CommanderThe background: Capt. "Lucky" Jack (Russel Crowe), it the captain of the British ship Surprise.  Napolean has conquered much of Europe and Britain wants to keep him from dragging the war into the Pacific Ocean.  So.  The British admirals send the Surprise to stop the French ship Archeron from making it into the Pacific.So "Lucky" (no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106912450138552061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106912450138552061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912450138552061' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14352812457662969987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106860406855742480</id><published>2003-11-11T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:28:13.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Cuatro: "That one CD of Ken's Band"Ok... so you said to review random things. You got it. I finally got the CD of Ken's band that I paid for 3 months ago. Well worth $5, so talk to ken if you are interested. There are only 5 tracks, but none of them are annoying and you still get a good 20 minutes of music. That's almost how much time it takes to get from Skyview to I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106860406855742480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106860406855742480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106860406855742480' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106827672286330787</id><published>2003-11-07T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:32:23.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Tres: Terminator 2The movie starts. Kids play on a playgroud. There is suspenseful music. The producers decide that there's no such thing as too much contrast. The screen whites out. We get eerie shots of a burning playgound and "the future" with voiceovers by Sarah Connor. "In the future, there will be robots. The machines will start a nuclear war, and the only way we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106827672286330787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106827672286330787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106827672286330787' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106827670105350375</id><published>2003-11-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:32:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Dos: The TerminatorWhat could be better than sitting back and watching a movie with 80's filming (a bit fuzzy), 80's VFX (flashlights), 80's sound mixing (bare-bones), and 80's soundtrack, costumes, prosthetics and hair (synthesizers, bright and fugly, melted-down rubber bands, huge as hell)? Watching the future Governor of California shoot his way through all of. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106827670105350375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106827670105350375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106827670105350375' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106816320780956597</id><published>2003-11-06T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:00:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta y Uno: The CrucibleOnce upon a time there was a communist named Arthur Miller who forgot to act like a capitalist when the feds were around, so they took him in and sat him down and yelled at him for being a ruskie. Then they let him go, but only under the condition that he never write anything bad about the United States government ever again. And then he did. Thus, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106816320780956597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106816320780956597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106816320780956597' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106814197600998747</id><published>2003-11-06T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T10:06:54.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cincuenta: The Matrix RevolutionsA touch of Dumas, perhaps, was one of the things that dragged this movie down. The conflict between Neo and Smith in The Matrix Revolutions can be easily compared to that of d'Artagnan and Richelieu of The Three Musketeers fame; d'Artagnan spends 36 chapters circling his enemy, fighting his mercenaries, until the final showdown which is resolved in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106814197600998747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106814197600998747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106814197600998747' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-10680115049730561</id><published>2003-11-04T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:52:01.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Nueve: Interview With a VampireGuest Reviewer BoskThis was a surprisingly good movie, especially considering it had Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Antonio Banderas, and a really, really young Kirsten Dunst. As I hope you can tell from the title, since I'm going to assume you understand basic English (let me know if I'm making too much of a jump here...) this is a movie about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/10680115049730561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/10680115049730561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#10680115049730561' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106792556802166948</id><published>2003-11-03T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:59:43.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Ocho: The Italian JobI'm never going to forgive you. All four of you suck horribly. That being Mini Yao, Bosk, Underoomon, and Lemming. You all totally blow. "Hey, I've got an idea: Since the Italian Job starts in 40 minutes, let's see The Hulk instead!" Absolute genius, you retards. Forty minutes that we could easily have wasted. Oh wait, instead we wasted two hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106792556802166948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106792556802166948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106792556802166948' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106792413196532672</id><published>2003-11-03T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:36:34.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Siete: Sweet Home AlabamaThis just plain flat-out sucks. It's boring. It's stupid. It's a total chick flick, except I can't even see what chick flick chicks would find appealing in it. I think the theory driving this train before it wrecked was that the wedding theme would draw people. Because all of those other wedding movies sold well right? RIGHT?The previews were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106792413196532672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106792413196532672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106792413196532672' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106731914438534720</id><published>2003-10-27T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:32:30.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Seis: MiseryThis is weird. Not normal haha funny weird. This is really weird. This is Kubrick weird. You just know it's a King movie. Ever see The Shining? It's weird like that. I've never read any of his books, but King has got some serious shit going on if he can write this sort of thing. It's not a horror like you would expect from a guy like Stephen King. In fact,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106731914438534720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106731914438534720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106731914438534720' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106730744382206565</id><published>2003-10-27T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:58:22.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Cinco: Intolerable CrueltyDid she specify what kind of man she was looking for?She said she wanted a man with a wandering pee pee, a philanderer, a cheat!Whoever thinks Ensemble comedies are dead obviously hasn't seen this one.  Clooney, Mrs. Douglas/Zeta Jones, Billy Bob Thorton, Dodge Ram Truck dude, and a bunch of other character actors who you know you've seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106730744382206565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106730744382206565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730744382206565' title=''/><author><name>Paul Fleurdelys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgstrv0_RR4/Sm-GRnP-E0I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKW7JC_AB4U/S220/P7130004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106671054359271251</id><published>2003-10-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T10:31:42.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Cuatro: School of RockNow raise your goblet of rock. It's a toast to those who rock!Definately the feel good movie of the year.  The 'star studded' first billing includes Joan Cusack, Sarah Silverman and the star of the shoe, the irreplacable Jack Black of Tenacious D fame.  The movie's plot plays well to Black's strengths as it focuses on 3 things, elementary school(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106671054359271251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106671054359271251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106671054359271251' title=''/><author><name>Paul Fleurdelys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgstrv0_RR4/Sm-GRnP-E0I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKW7JC_AB4U/S220/P7130004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106626250976394288</id><published>2003-10-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T17:01:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Tres: BlindnessBy Jose SaramagoTranslated from Portuguese by Giovanni PontieroI don't often review books because there aren't many books that warrant an original review. That was good, that sucked, this one was boring. Blah blah. This book warrants its own review because it is one of the best damn books I have ever read. Blindness doesn't have a genre; it transcends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106626250976394288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106626250976394288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106626250976394288' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106609267149766392</id><published>2003-10-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T17:54:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Dos: UnderworldI can't claim to know anything about the whole vampires and werewolves thing, or how well this movie follows the rules of the genre, or if there are rules of the genre to begin with. I knew three things going into this: 1) Both are immortal. 2) Vampires can't be in the sun and werewolves are allergic to silver. 3) Both Werewolfism and Vampirism are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106609267149766392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106609267149766392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106609267149766392' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106485644860006154</id><published>2003-09-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T10:27:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta y Uno: Phone BoothWhat a random-ass movie (MEIN FURER!). Synopsis: Stu Shepard is a semi-sleazy publicist who deals with celebrity assholes all day, so he cheats on his wife on the side. Amazing. Every day he goes to a certain phone booth and calls his girlfriend. Unfortunately, a psycho killer has been stalking him for months, finding about about all the evil things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106485644860006154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106485644860006154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106485644860006154' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106472600193848174</id><published>2003-09-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T22:13:34.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Cuarenta: Matchstick MenHave you seen those new anti-piracy things they put on before the trailers? They're great. Ours featured a set painter who's all like, "I do hard work to make the movies as good as they can be, I worked on..." and then he proceeds to read off TV Guide's list of the ten shittiest movies of all time. Or at least he might as well have. He then gives us this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106472600193848174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106472600193848174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106472600193848174' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-106075275299283926</id><published>2003-08-12T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T18:14:47.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Nueve: The League of Extraordinary GentlemenDid you know that this used to be a comic book? I had no idea. I was reading some online reviews of this, and I came across one that said something to the effect of "this movie has managed to dumb-down a comic book." I was like what the hell? These are a bunch of classic literary characters. Whatever. But then as I kept reading</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106075275299283926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/106075275299283926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106075275299283926' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105934156214593835</id><published>2003-07-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:33:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Ocho: Johnny EnglishYou know what? I already wrote a review with a guy named Johnny, and every time I write Johnny I actually wrtie"Jhonny," and I have to go back and correct it. Damnit.This movie is fuanny as hell if you've seen and know Mr. Bean. If you aren't familiar with British humor like that, then don't waste your time. This movie is not for you. However, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105934156214593835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105934156214593835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105934156214593835' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105933984037331530</id><published>2003-07-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:32:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Siete: Pirates of the CaribbeanHey Petra, you can still review this. Do not panic.Anyway, for a movie based on a ride at Disneyland, this was realy pretty good. I don't think I'd go so far as to say that it's the second greatest movie of all time, but it was certainly an enjoyable movie. Especially since the only reason I ever heard for seeing it was that "Orlando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105933984037331530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105933984037331530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105933984037331530' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105735013835676616</id><published>2003-07-04T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:32:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Seis: Terminator 3 - Rise of the MachinesI did not see the first two movies in this series. Xar, you nerd, how could not have seen these two movies, OMG, everyone's seen Terminator! Wrong, dipshit. I haven't. But I did see this one, and I did like it. And it was easy enough to pick up on what had happened in the last two. Basically, Aahnold was bad, and now he's good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105735013835676616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105735013835676616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105735013835676616' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105734843156833183</id><published>2003-07-04T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:31:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Cinco: Just MarriedThe only good thing about this movie is Ashton Kutcher, because he's a funny guy. Have you ever seen "That 70's Show?" It sounded kind of dumb at first, but then I started watching it and it was really funny. I bet it wasn't funny until I watched it, though. So all you fans of the new, funny 70's show have me to thank. But I digress....For what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105734843156833183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105734843156833183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105734843156833183' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105718160465213067</id><published>2003-07-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:31:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Cuatro: 24, Season OneIf it seems a little weird that I reivewed the second season first, you obviously weren't paying attention. We got the season one DVD set a while ago, and I finally finished them sunday. Since there are so many plotlines in the show, 'll break it down by character.Kiefer: Played Jack Bauer, which is as close to the lead role as this show gets. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105718160465213067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105718160465213067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105718160465213067' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105717875285469791</id><published>2003-07-02T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:30:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Tres: Catch Me If You CanYou know, for a Leo DiCaprio movie, this was actually pretty good. He's a better actor than most people give him credit for. His biggest problem is problem is that his face is instantly recognisable. He can't hide in a role because everyone knows it's him. The same thing happened to Colin Ferrel and Kiefer Sutherland's voice. Kiefer has the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105717875285469791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105717875285469791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105717875285469791' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-105678766169846195</id><published>2003-06-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:30:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Dos: The HulkWhatever happened to "The Incredible Hulk?" That's been part of the title since the day it was created. Whatever. Not like thay'd want to fess up that this kovie was part of that same franchise. This just goes to show that just because it worked for Spiderman doesn't maen it will work for anyone else. Althought I have to give them credit on adveritising for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105678766169846195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/105678766169846195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105678766169846195' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95887092</id><published>2003-06-20T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:29:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta y Uno: Sophomore YearWow, what a last day. Not only does it rain, and The Hulk doens't meet expectations, but the neighbors are having a kegger across the street. And of course, the Skyview guy isn't invited. Okay, so the year. Let's see about that year.Fleck, or Mr. Fleckenstien if you want to spell out his weird name. Cool guy. Fun teacher. Tells lots of stories that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95887092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95887092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95887092' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95779100</id><published>2003-06-17T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:28:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Treinta: Grand Theft Auto - Vice CityNow that I've actually played the game for a couple days (straight), I think it deserves its own review. The main premise of the game: Steal cars and kill people. See my rant on how video game violence is not a real social problem. Basically, if I wanted to run around and not break the law, I wouldn't play video games. Plain and simple. Anyway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95779100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95779100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95779100' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95704643</id><published>2003-06-15T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:28:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Veinte y Nueve: Undercover BrotherGuest Reviewer BoskUm... yeah. So where to start with this one? First... It was a comedy. I hope. Because it was too incredibly STUPID to have been anything else. This is the kind of movie to have on in the background, not the kind to actually spend 85 minutes watching. Basically, the movie is about racial tensions between the Black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95704643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95704643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95704643' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95628092</id><published>2003-06-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:27:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Ocho: DogmaGuest Reviewer: Petra WhitakerDogma is one of the funniest movies, but it's also one of the most The movie starts out with a homeless man standing at a boardwalk with a big sign that reads SkeeBall. Then three hockey players (all about the age of 13-15) come up behind him and beat the crap out of him. Then you see two men in an airport in Wisconsin. Credits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95628092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95628092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95628092' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099122133592701774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95308597</id><published>2003-06-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:26:50.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Siete: AmadeusAnother movie that everoyn has seen. Oh well, I have nothing better to do. It's basically about Mozart, and an envious loser-composer who wants to kill him. So loser denounces God, and keeps trying to sabotage Mozart, and pretends to be the best composer in the world when the king is around, and then Mozart dies thinking that loser is his best friend. So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95308597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95308597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95308597' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95099268</id><published>2003-05-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:26:33.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Veinte y Seis: All Quiet on the Western FrontGuest Reviewer BoskIn response to Xar's post on his blog, no. I have got nothing worth reviewing from Netflix. However, I shall review "All Quiet on the Western Front." I figured you'd have reviewed this already, Xar, but I guess you probably haven't finished it. Anyway, I envy anyone who hasn't finished it yet. Quit now and just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95099268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95099268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95099268' title=''/><author><name>Bosk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13945317931521196137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95062955</id><published>2003-05-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:25:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Cinco: Monty Python and the Holy GrailHaha! This is actually kind of a fake review. To steal a phrase from TWOP, it's hard to say something funny about a funny movie. Of course, some of you would argue that I never say anything funny anyway. The point is, the movie is really good and funny. It is one of the few "staple movies" that everyone has to watch.Five Alps (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95062955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95062955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95062955' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-95022475</id><published>2003-05-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T18:10:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Cuatro: Things Fall ApartBy Chinua AchebeTh most valuable thing I got out of this book was that map I made of Okonkwo's village, with surrounding Evil Forest, cloth-covered rock, mutilated baby, and routes to pretty much everywhere in the world. Plus a bunch of other stuff floating around in the desert. Like the Sandfish. Or the Antichrist Jeep. Hehe! Anyway, for those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95022475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/95022475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95022475' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-94839603</id><published>2003-05-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T18:10:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Tres: The Matrix ReloadedIf 24 was the coolest thing ever on TV, this was the coolest thing ever on the big screen. First commendations go to their balance of plot and action and really cool effects. Imagine how "Attack of the Clones" could have been if it had good Directing, Acting, Dialogue, Plotline, and took place in a more believeable world. That's how this was. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94839603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94839603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94839603' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-94839207</id><published>2003-05-24T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:24:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Dos: X-Men 2Imagine a movie that was better than the first one, but in retrospect it was still kind of a dumb movie. That's X-Men 2. the plot was almost nothing, but what else can you epect from the sequel of a movie based on a comc book? What really held the movie together was the "other stuff": Effects, really cool scenes, and great ideas for mutant powers. The coolest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94839207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94839207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94839207' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136421.post-94671029</id><published>2003-05-20T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T14:23:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Numero Viente y Uno: 24, Season 2OMG Holycrap holycrap this is just about the greatest show ever made. It sucks you in and deosn't release you for 24 weeks. It is the most exhilirating thing on TV. You don't get this sort of thing from Alias or whatever. This has an intense, gripping storyline, excellent casting, and most of all, some great action. The single coolest show ever.For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94671029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136421/posts/default/94671029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xar2.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94671029' title=''/><author><name>Xar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524115804063016577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
