My Life at the Movies, March 2009

An ongoing series chronicling my love of the big screen.

March 1st, Carriage Place

I Suck at Memory

Sorry, buddy. You're the man.

I Had a TV Party Tonight

I played catch up with the DVR tonight, and it was both educational and depressing. Here's what I watched.

Three episodes of Frasier. I didn't learn anything from this. Frasier is the greatest traditional sitcom in the history of television. I already knew that. I'll be watching re-runs until the day before I'm vaporized in the local crematory's retort. The fact that there will never be a new episode is sort of depressing though.

One episode of Samantha Who? This is one of those shows that's just fun to watch and doesn't really make you think about much of anything. Shows like that get a bad rap from elitists and whatnot, but it's just like a wrestling territory. Much like you need a couple of lousy wrestlers thrown in the mix to make the good wrestlers stand out, so do the pillars of television with deep, intricate plotlines and complex, multi-layered characters need harmless, pleasant shows mixed into the schedule in order to create a contrast. Samantha Who? is one such show, and I'm proud to be a fan of it.

Two episodes of Scrubs. More depressing than educational. I like this show significantly less over the past three seasons than I did in the five prior to that. Sadly, I've resolved myself to going along for the final run as a show I once adored sputters to its conclusion.

Two episodes of Life on Mars. This was by far the most educational thing I saw all night. The wacky adventures of a 2008 New York City cop dropped nearly three decades in the past is, week in and week out, my favorite show on television. Tonight was the night, however, that I determined it to be the greatest cop show since FOX's Keen Eddie. Unfortunately, much like the aforementioned program, Life on Mars is destined to be a one and done as its series finale airs next Wednesday. On the positive tip, the producers actually got enough notice and had enough un-produced episodes they were committed to that it's actually getting a proper send-off with an actual resolution to the story. Seeing as it's based on a show that told its tale in a total of twelve episodes in the first place, the fact that this incarnation got seventeen hours of TV time really isn't too bad. I will miss it when it's gone though. I guarantee you that. Heck, I still miss Keen Eddie and that's been six years ago now.

One episode (the very first) of In the Motherhood. I don't know why I recorded this, but I did. It wasn't too bad, but really, the main thing I took away from it is that Horatio Sanz has dropped quite a bit of weight, and now looks exactly like Kevin Corrigan would look if he packed on fifty pounds. Swear to God.

Anyway, I wasted a lot of time and drank a lot of Diet Pepsi's this evening. Time to find something substantial to eat and get some rest. I've got a hefty four episodes of The Office to catch up on with Andrew sometime today and I'd like to actually be conscious for the majority of them.

Talk Me Over

I was just IMing with my friend Jeff about this year's upcoming Wrestlemania. He asked me if I was going to buy it, and I quickly answered in the affirmative, not even thinking about it for a second. The last Wrestlemania I didn't watch live was 13, in 1997. It seems inconceivable that I would skip out on that show. But then I actually started to think about the answer I gave him. Going into Monday, there were exactly two matches I actually cared about. By the end of Tuesday night's ECW, I only cared about one and my desire to see it had been somewhat diminished.

This show's lineup is actually pretty strong on paper, with nothing really standing out to me as having the potential to be dreadful. But the promotion and build up has been so beyond atrocious that I'm left completely cold when I should be completely hyped up for this event.

So here I am... on the fence. Incredible.

It was so much better when wrestling was real.

A Bridge Too Far

I busted the bridge of my nose open today from a fall. It looks pretty cool. That is all.

Mittens for Davekwon

I'm sure many of you will be happy to know that Davekwon finally got his computer fixed (no thanks to Keith), and he has a fresh blog entry up. You can find a link in the top lefthand corner of this fine page. Good to have you back in the blogosphere, David.

Eight bit action

For whatever reason, I had more energy than any of my friends tonight. Amanda, Dave, Lee, Lucas and I went for dinner at El Vaquero and left the restaurant at about 10. I was ready to do something. Nobody else was. I made three calls, all dead ends. So Davekwon and I played NES Jeopardy and Family Feud. In the balance, I think I made out ahead.

Hooray, Part Two!

Hooray!

Andrew "Test" Martin: 1975-2009

Just wanted to briefly comment on the passing of Test. I kind of feel bad now for, as recently as ten days ago, referring to him as the "shittiest wrestler in the history of Canada." He really wasn't. One of the best big boots in history has to count for something, right? There's no apparent cause of death that's been announced, but I think we've all seen enough of these by now to know the score. His 34th birthday would have been this coming Tuesday, St. Patrick's day. Just like Dave, who loved those big boots so.

As for memories of Test, I think I'll always remember his match with Shane McMahon at Summerslam 1999 more than anything else. I think that was the first time I'd seen a flying elbow drop through an announcer's table, and it ruled.

He wasn't a great wrestler by any measure, but he was a star for many years in the biggest wrestling company in the world, so he had to be doing something right.



Shane McMahon didn't "pass the Test".