Dark Knight Review (spoilers)

I had a Dark Knight review ready, but this week took it out of me. Plus, who gives a shit what I think about it. Short version: It's good. Heath Ledger is good. It's pretty much relentless non-stop chaos for two-and-a-half hours. There are a few minor complaints, but when the credits roll, they hardly register. Not better than The Godfather, but better than Godfather's Pizza. Maggie Gyllenhaal gets blown up. Christian Bale broods. Batman snarls all of his syllables. Usual shit for the solid franchise reboot. Gets an "A".

No, the real shit has been happening in the real world. Tuesday, I experienced my first earthquake. I was chillin' in the office, reading Al Arab, the local Arabic newspaper (which is primarily written in Arabic, which means I was mainly just looking at pictures), counting down the final minutes to my lunch break, when the whole fucking gigantic vacated retail space we call home began to shake. I had no clue what to do. I ran to the front entrance. Dumb move. Full of glass. The ground felt like they say it does when plates hump. Like trying to run through a midway funhouse. I turned and began to run towards the back door, uncertain of anything and in a semi-state of alarm, but by the time I got there, it had passed. Six or seven seconds of tectonic violence. No broken glass. No cracks of note on the building.

Everyone vacated the office. All the gym rats at Bally's had filed outside. All the stores and restaurants were vacated. People were really freaked out about it. I heard murmurs of hushed panic in the women. The natives have to take it hardest. Some remember Northridge. Some remember Whittier Narrows. Some may have been around the bay in '89. To them, each one that follows could be "it". This was my first one, so I tried to play it off legit. Kind of like seeing a celebrity for the first time in public out here. First earthquake. You want to be cool, but finally seeing it up close is different. You get so nervous that you puke from the motion sickness and rush of adrenaline. Just like I did. Later, I soldiered on to McDonald's for some McNuggies. Fuck Chicken Selects. Keep it real. I threw up the McNuggies too.

Then, the next day, this happened at work(sorry can't link it for some reason, probably because I am an idiot, please copy and paste):

http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=news/local/los_angeles&id=6298015

I can't really say any more, except that according to some of the people I talked to, there was a lot of blood spilled by his wound. Still haven't heard what happened to him. Hope he and his family are well.

Earthquake. Jewelry capers. What's next? Manny Ramirez gets traded to the Dodgers? Right.

Manny Ramirez is a Dodger. Holy shit. Honestly, did not see that coming. I'll spare the details. Perhaps I'll spin off from whatever it is I do here on Cinemawreck with a baseball blog someday because like film and media websites, there aren't many of those around.

And finally, there's the supposed human-guy that decapitated a sleeping passenger on that bus in Manitoba. And apparently didn't break a sweat. "Like a robot" according to an interview with one of the passengers.

Fuck that guy until proven otherwise. My condolences and prayers to the victim and the victim's loved ones. And again, I hope that sick fuck gets his. If not here, in the next. And look, if I don't know you, please keep your fucking hands where I can see them. Protect Ya Neck...




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