Goodbye old friend (don't worry, it's just clothes) (makeover!)

My old leather jacket was pretty past-it.  The sleeves were busted up the seams and had blown across the back as if I'd Hulked out.  The zips were broken or stuck.  A shoulder pad was flapping off like a broken wing.  And all the pockets were collections of holes.  So I took it to the Nice Repair Lady.

The Nice Repair Lady recoiled in horror.

It's time for a Viking funeral and a new look.

What's in this season?  ;)

Transformers: Committee in Disguise

I shouldn't be surprised that a Hollywood blockbuster gives off the stench of focus groups, but Transformers has to be one of the worst yet.  The gritty bits are demolished by the unfunny comedy; the teen-coming-of-age stuff is stuck on with tape; the characterization's entirely absent and the robots have a near-total lack of affect.

Thankfully, after far too long, Megatron gets thawed out and the Big Dumb Fight gets going, and Michael Mann finally delivers.  And the Big Dumb Fight is huge and stupid, it's exactly right: a scaled-up hyperkinetic version of the Transformers toy fights you might remember as a kid, where you'd transform Starscream in mid-flight (always making the wap-wap-wap noise) to robot form to stomp on some squishy humans.  Sofas for skyscrapers.

Top marks for the fight, but ouch, the rest of the movie was a shuddering pile of suck.

I think I'll expunge the scars with an honest suckfest: The Legend of Chun-Li.