Ma Fleur

I watched the new Simpsons movie today.  Happy I didn’t spend money to see it.  If I had I would have been majorly disappointed.  I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.  This truly felt like a regular episode of the Simpsons, but longer.  There was really no reason to make this into a ‘movie’ that I can see.  I think the only reason it’s been talked up so much is because the Simpsons fanboys are some of the most dedicated and obsessive in existence.  I think the creators could have taken a few unreleased tv episodes and strung them together, released it as a movie and they would have still thought it the greatest thing ever.  I definitely won’t be paying for this on DVD either.

A couple of nights ago Jackie and I watched The Seventh Seal.  To my surprise she not only enjoyed it but said it was one of the best movies she’s ever seen.  For some reason we’ve never really watched any of my movies that are in the Criterion collection.  I would guess it’s because we normally watch movies as we’re falling asleep and there’s something about falling asleep to those types of movies that would bother me.  Anyways, the real point in writing this is because the day after we watched this Ingmar Bergman died.  Felt extremely strange.  My imagination almost carries me to pretend maybe he was playing chess with Death in order to delay Death just long enough that she might watch it, the way Antonius Block delays Death so the actors and their child may escape.

This guy makes me laugh