Posts Tagged ‘Cinema’

September 20 Trivia Rankings

September 20, 2017

Thanks to all who showed up to play. Raffle tickets a-plenty were given out to all who played and to some with pet pics and doggy toys. More next week, so stay tuned.

What did you miss? Winning streaks, test-your-limits cinema and Caribbean islands. Plus there was this haunting theme…

Now here are this week’s team rankings. See you next week, Quizlings!

Kevin Hart’s Sex Tape Is Kind Of Short 63
Maybe He’ll Have an Impeachment Parade 62
Trump at U.N. Means F.U.U.N. 61
We’re Following You, But Not On Twitter 60
Nambia Is Where They Grow The Covfefe 60
Pink And Purple 59
We Bull-ieved 59
No, That One 56
The League of Nations 54
Couch Pulls Out But I Don’t 54
West Side Story 2: Maria’s Revenge 54
Will Trade Brownies For Right Answers 52
We Brought A Foreigner 51
That Table Over There 46
Charlie’s Heroes 46
There’s No U In Team Either 41
My Teachers Are Here – Help! 40
Taco Truckers 39
How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria? 38
Los Narcos 29

September 13 Trivia Rankings

September 13, 2017

Awesomeness ensued. That’s what I want on my tombstone. It also describes the action that went down Wednesday night at Tomato Jakes. “Awesomeness ensued.”

The was a Terminator head, canine cinema and treats for Rosie, Ace, Sugar and Anthony. Plus this slow jam:

Now here are the rankings for the week:

J Is For Genius 70
Went To Orlando – All I Got Was This Stupid Hurricane 68
Mike Pence Hacked Ted Cruz’s Twitter Account 65
Where Were You And Your Bitches Last Week 63
Equifu** 62
Ted Cruz Promises He’s Never Liked Porn 62
Alexa, Is God Mad At Us? 62
Cassini is Taking A Dive 61
No Way, Jose 60
For Sale – Newly Minted Oceanfront Property 59
Thanks For Nothing, Equifax 58
Globetrotters 57
Pickles 54
Zodiac Twitter Hack 53
5 Dogs, 1 Park 53
Muffin Bullets 53
Somebody Tell Chipotle That’s Nacho Cheese 45
You Don’t Know Jac 31


March 13, 2017

To the idiots who thought it was a good idea to bring a fussy 2-year-old to the 10pm showing of Logan last night – sleep peacefully knowing that although you were rude, distracting and thoughtless you were NOT the most annoying moviegoers in the auditorium merely because the drunken stoners who loudly stumbled in about 1/3 of the way through (and left just as ninja-like about 20 minutes before the end) edged you out of that dubious honor. Nevertheless, I salute you and your brazen lack moviehouse etiquette and hope some other cinema patron with less of a sense of humor than myself visits you in the night ready, willing and able to shove a large box of popcorn shoved up your backside.

Due Credit

April 9, 2016

All in all, I’m a pretty compassionate guy. I care. About people, animals, the planet. I can empathize and sympathize with the best of ‘em. But the one area in which I fall so excruciatingly short is this:

I don’t give a damn about your production babies.

Production babies. They’re listed in the credits of some movies, usually near the end, as evidence of the commitment and sacrifice of the crew and actors and production staff. They are credited as a tip of the hat to the exhaustive hours spent of the soundstage, in the editing room, under hot lights and in studio meetings. And I don’t give a bloody damn about a single one of them.

Don’t get me wrong. As human beings, production babies are fine; no issue there. I don’t mind them being born and nursing and pooping and opening boutiques or whatever else newborns do (I’m not an expert on infant behavior). My lack of interest simply pertains to the screen time taken up by this superfluous listing. I mean, I sit there (one of the few cinemagoers who takes the time to watch the credits in earnest) and I have to sit through every single person who pushed a pixel and duct taped an X on the floor … I just don’t think it’s either necessary or important to list each wee sprog that was crapped out between the time the screenwriter downloaded Final Draft and the director walked the red carpet. You take anything that lasts a more than moderate amount of time and babies will be born. It’s not an accomplishment any more so than the number of people who got divorced or purchased a new car. It’s a mere exercise in vanity, a feel-good pat on the back that is perfectly appropriate for your wrap party but a waste of time in the closing credits.

So stop it with the production baby credits. I don’t wanna see their names rolling up the screen unless they actually worked as gaffers or key grips.