My mustache looks amazing.  It is thick and luxurious and everyone is jealous.  They aren't but I don't care.  I like my facial hair just as it is.  I've gotten Freddie Mercury and Frank Zappa comments, in that I look like them, not play music like them.  The mustache and soul patch are just to do something different, nothing else. 

Job hunting is slow.  This market is terrible, not that i need to tell you that.  I had an interview on Friday at a hotel here in town for a security guard position.  I nailed the interview but still didn't get the job.  He called me on Sunday to let me know.  He was a giant of a man with a hand that could crush skulls in his sleep but I'm sure he was soft and fuzzy on the inside. 

Time for movies!! Yay, I know, it's my favorite part too.

Hulk (2003) Eric Bana and Jennifer Connelly and directed by Ang Lee 
This holds up well after six years.  It's still a good movie.  It was good then and it's good now only the fanboys being a bunch of literalists and whining dicks hated this movie.  They needed more smashing and less story.  Their yelling virtually guaranteed that no comic book movie will ever be smart, ever.  They bitched when the Watchmen went to 3 hours but they'd have yelled bloody murder if one scene was cut.  "Hulk" is a well told story about the demons that haunt Bruce Banner.   It's beautifully acted and directed and unfolds like a good story ought too, not jam a bunch of explosions, a pair of tits, and a macho dick inbetween credits.  The directing was original in that it told a rather traditional story but using comic book squares with different views of the action unfolding.  This heightened the drama on the screen and didn't come off as a silly gimick.  Hulk is limited in screen time but if he wasn't this would have been a GI Joe: Rise of the Cobra catastrophe.  Scenes with hulk are action packed and emotional and I know fan boys wanted 90 minutes of destruction but this isn't a comic book, it's a movie, with charecters.  Wasn't going to happen and when it did happen last year with Ed Norton, well it suffered a bit.  Bana is great and his career was launched here and Connelly, well she's kind of disappeared but she's still great here.  Public, it's been 6 years, forgive Ang Lee and check out "Hulk."  He's in there even though he doesn't dominate the movie.

Wait Until Dark (1967)  Audrey Hepburn, Alan Arkin   Hepburn is a blind wife in a NYC apt.  A group of criminals want something she has so they devise an elaborae ruse to get it without violence.  She eventually outsmarts them in a cinimatic finale that is as good as anything shot today. 
Yikes, Hepburn was mis-cast.  Super Yikes.  She is always this bird like woman with a vaguely Brit accent who tends to cry a lot and is possessed by feminine weakness laced with just a tish of self survival instinct.  Her crying got on my nerves. It's a left over from earlier films when stage acting was the preferred method of acting but she still played this woman with much more weakness than necessary and her dependence on her husband who is absent from the movie is sickening.

Alan Arkin plays the lead criminal and he does so brilliantly.  It's one of the best pyschopaths ever committed to film.  Rent it for his acting job and the riveting finale.
Ignore the obvious problems, like how she can hear a person dusting or open and closing the blinds but can't here three men breathing in her apartment pretending they aren't there or her refusal to lock her door or go to another apartment for help or she sends off the neighbor girl before calling for help, or doesn't go to her apt to call for help, she's blind and navigates NYC by herself yet is childishly weak and cries at the drop of a hat, how arguments are resolved in hugs and kisses in under 60 seconds.  Problems all over the place but I was able to suspend judgement to let the thriller unfold and it did very well.  For annoying as Hepburn's performance was, she's still a powerfully emotive woman and watchable and between her, Arkin's criminal, and the ending, this is one movie a new generation should discover.     

Jim Jefferies: I swear to God (2009)  Jefferies goes beautiful things with being obscene.  He attacks god and family.  There's a good mix of drugs, sex, and rock n roll.  I laughed until my jaw hurt.  Through it all you can see his heart and that's what makes a dangerous comic great.  Someone lampooning religion isn't new and it can easily grow stale but Jefferies tells personal family stories and self deprecating stories that are equally as obscene but touching at the same time.  It's a good funny 60 minutes.