The Delightful Jeni Garber and I hung out tonight for dinner and a movie. I want to talk about each of them in turn:
Dinner
We had pizza. But not just any pizza. We had Extreme Pizza pizza.
How was it? At the risk of being cliche, it was extremely not bad. For horribly processed, artificial chain-restaurant pizza. God I miss pizza. Someone in New York: Mail me a pizza! Qucikly, dammit!
Boy was it extreme. There were surfers and snowboarders and skateboarders all over the fucking place. Or at least pictures of them on the walls. Extreme. Sweet Zombie Jesus! It's fucking PIZZA! There is no way to make it extreme and no purpose to be served by so doing!
Movie
We watched Ocean's Twelve. We'd both liked Ocean's Eleven, so why not the sequel, right?
Wrong.
As far as I'm concerned, there's exactly one clever part in this movie, and it's only mildly clever at best. It's about fifteen or twenty minutes in and all of the characters are standing around wondering why, collectively, they're called "Ocean's Eleven." It lasts for about thirty seconds.
Also, it was cool to suddenly see Eddie Izzard. He wasn't cool in the movie, it was just cool to suddenly see him. The excitement faded quickly.
The rest of the movie's overly intricate, impossible to follow, under-characterized, poorly planned...
The Delightful Jeni Garber has a less flattering opinion of the movie than I do.
And it's such a pity. Because the first one was so clever. It fell into such perfect place. It worked out so well. It was cool! I really, really wanted the sequel to be as good.
It wasn't.
Not even close.