Noah's Big East Coast Trip! ... and ROBOCOP (23)!

Oh boy oh boy, I'm writing this palms sweaty with anticipation because in less than seven hours I'll be getting up, heading to the airport and boarding a plane to the East Coast. Honestly, I was informing customers all day at the coffee shop that I was heading out to D.C. and New York ('cause that's what a barista does, forces people to listen to the minute details of his boring ass life ... sort of like what I make you lovely people do) and pretty much every person said something along the lines of, "Why are you going?" Uh ... 'cause I want to? Is that a good enough reason anymore? I know, I'm past the youthful 25-mark but do I need to go anywhere in the continental U.S. of A without some sort of professional reason. I want to go to D.C. to see the sites, eat some of the best Ethiopian food around and maybe peruse a few free museums. I want to go to New York because, hell, it's NEW YORK. It's the biggest city in the United States of America and I want to go there for three short days and experience just about anything I can get my unwashed hands on. I don't have any meetings or lunch dates or projects to pitch to well-dressed corporate types, nope, I'm just hitting the East Coast 'cause I've been on the West Coast for too long. There's a slim, slight, tiny chance of me moving there in the months/years to come, but I'm going pretty much because, well, it sounds like fun. Haters, step back.

Here's just another reason why I love the Criterion Collection: yesterday I talked about a little known classic directed by David Lean and starring the almighty Kathy Hepburn, and today, well today I'm talking about Robocop (23). Yup, the Paul Verhoeven directed sci-fi flick about a wounded man who's turned in to a cyborg police officer. When I was little I was so scared of this film because my brother's chubby friend Bobby Conover told me that a half melted man was exploded by a car AND that Robocop shot a criminal in the junk. To a gore-frightened eight year old this was pretty much like saying the movie involved Santa Clause getting murdered by the Easter Bunny.

Thus, I came in to Robocop (23) with only the scantest rumors of what it was and what it was about. Turns out what I thought was going to be a fairly dated 80s action flick, was actually a fairly dated 80s action flick with a mean disposition towards corporations. I mean, the film is pretty much about the interweaving of criminals and corporations and Robocop's role as there enforcer. It's got a lot of neon in it, the dad from That 70's Show, and a monster tank robot that falls down the stairs after exploding a guy with machine gun fire. That sounds pretty good right?

Alright, and you might want to sit down for this, I'm not going to post tomorrow. I'll be traveling and vakaying, and maybe I don't want to expose my intimate life details for just one brief moment. Jesus, you goddamn vultures stay the hell away from me and my life. I kid I kid ...

Monday: Who knows ... who knows ...