The interview wasn’t any biggie. I was fashionably late because I didn’t know where it was. I walked in, a guard took my name and put me in a little room all alone for four or five minutes. I was greeted by this hulking guy with a tatoo on his arm. He took me into a seperate office and another little room with a table and some chairs on either side. He did what all interviews seem to do; have me describe some pickel that came up in the past; then how I delt with it. Or ask an unexpected question so he can see how fast I think on my feet. I did very well, actually, and they offered me a job on starting next Monday. I said, “Are you going to pay me more?” They said, “uh, no.” So I said “Then no, but keep me on your list so you can look me up if you’re ever in a bind.”
That was that so I went to Fry’s and got Sin City. That was such a bizzar movie. The story lines were entertaining, but nothing special. It was extremely violent, true to Tarenteno’s past works. I absolutely LOVE the whole style it carried. The detective monolog of sights, feelings and hunches. Then the way they screwed with the color, or lack there of. The way they did it made objects, structure and character stand out like plain old color could never do… that I know of. You see what the directors want you to see.
We also ended up watching The Increadibles and Finding Neverland. Both of those were good movies too. I hadn’t seen Finding Neverland before, so that was a treat.
Anyway, my eyes are burning from looking at a TV to long, I’m going to bed.