Tales From the ‘Hood
Part one in a series of stories about my adventures living in an urban neighborhood in the city of Grand Rapids.
Part one in a series of stories about my adventures living in an urban neighborhood in the city of Grand Rapids.
In light of my recent post regarding the lack of quality movies lately, I began to contemplate what movies I would consider to be the absolute can’t miss comedies of my generation – movies released since 1990.
This 19 year old girl was hellbent on securing the safety of her minimum wage job by egregiously disregarding common sense and basic customer service.
What I’ve come to realize is that we’re instilled a belief from a very young age that if you do your best, that will be good enough and people will accept you as such. The real world does not work this way.
First off, you won’t find any spoilers here. This post will, however provide some general observations that people should probably know about before eagerly paying their $8.50 to sit through this 160 minute pseudo epic superhero flick.
As a person thrust into the spotlight in the most uncomfortable of circumstances, she could have been an inspiration, a heroine. Who knows, she may even have saved someone’s life.
What a concept. Allow the VICTIM of a crime to suggest the punishment for the convicted perpetrator.
And yet, somehow, Phelps is the evildoer of the hour because he went to a party and took a hit off someone\’s bong.
How does a movie that three out of four moviegoers think is a failure manage to gross 100 million fucking dollars?
Really? Drinkability? What the hell is drinkability? Is this even a real word?