Oooh, you know it was a frightening post when you’re afraid to go back and reread it. i’m tempted to just cut my losses and delete it but i posted it and The Diary-a of a Chronicle Drinker is about the bad moments too. So i’ll keep last night’s post up but you can’t make me go back and read it!
A special thanks to the regulars who stepped up to the bar and to Brien, a newby, who let me know i’m not posting in the wind.
To the rest of you, apologies if i offended.
Your normal blog will continue tomorrow as scheduled, mental hangover be damned.
Thanks for Patronizing me,
Al K Hall
You know how the best parties are the parties that start off out of control and stumble uphill from there? Those no-holes-barred affairs that are insane from the get go and get going harder at the drop of a glass? These parties are a series of successful accidents that barrel balls-out like a drunk falling off the edge of the world, all the way down to heaven. Sure, maybe there’s a slow moment while you get refills and catch your breath, but then it’s back to hardcore intensity that no one tries to hand because they’re so out of hand. That’s what Zombieland is like.
The first glimpse we get is a stripper zombie running topless in slow-mo with her tassels swinging hypnotically.
A couple of drink references…
The music is so hard core for this movie that i’m giving it a post of it’s own as soon as i figure out how to post multiple songs in one player.
Ok, what we got here isn’t really rock but still, it’s acoustic that can approach rowdy at times. i think the thing i like best about it is that Karen O and the Kids’ soundtrack sniffs that same line that runs between kid stuff and adult stuff that the movie does.
This guy might be bad, but i still say 
Have you ever drunk with a true believer. Doesn’t have to be a religious guy, even if they’re fun to make fun of and make you feel better about your intellect in debates. Nah, i’m talking about anyone who truly believes anything down to his freaking core. It’s a touchy call because sometimes you get the obnoxious kind who starts yelling from the get-go and is so far up in your face that his beer spittle showers your stash and lashes. Go ahead and try to inject a counter argument and you’ll get more than spit because he’ll throw his entire drink all over you and then you have to charge him with alcohol abuse. The other kind of believer still showers you with his spit but at least he’ll laugh while he does it. He won’t listen to your arguments any more than the first kind but at least he’ll smile and nod as he ignores you. And it’s not because his arguments are one-sided and his world view is blind-sided that he doesn’t have a couple good points to make. Capitalism: A Love Story (and Michael Moore) are kinda like this second guy.
People, it’s a documentary. There are no beautiful chicklettes here ’cause they’re all real. Sure, Audra, the twenty-something daughter who points the video camera at herself as the police are evicting her family didn’t seem too bad, but we only get a fleeting glimpse. Then there’s the cute 24-year-old first-officer who died in a plane crash while bitching with the pilot about their salaries. [Sorry, i'm a little too sober to post pictures of a dead girl in the Sex Section tonight. Better luck next round.] Other than that, however, there was no official talent.
There’s the Iggy Pop song at the top, plus there’s also a little “O Fortuna”. Even if every buddy uses this, it’s still a killer song. i chose the Therion version for this post.
You know how you drink with Jim Jarmusch? You’ve seen Dead Man and Down By Law and you can’t wait to hang with the guy who hangs with Tom Waits, Bill Murray and Johnny Depp. So he gets there and you’re all excited and you sit down at the table ready to have this super intense conversation with the writer of Broken Flowers, Coffee and Cigarettes, and Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai. Then nothing happens. He just kinda sits there and looks at you. And you wanna say something but it’s Jim Jarmusch and he’s so much cooler than you could ever be so anything you say will sound completely stupid so you sip your drink and wait. And wait. And he doesn’t say anything. At all. He looks at you and kinda smiles sheepishly. He says “Wow, it’s quiet in here.” Then nothing else for twenty minutes. Then he tells you it was nice meeting you and stands up and leaves and you have to pay the tab. That’s what The Limits of Control was like.
The best part of the movie, if you ask me. We get some nice shots of Paz de la Huerta nude, which you would expect of someone whose character is called “Nude”. Well, not totally nude because she wears thick nerd glasses.
