I heard some news today that has deeply disturbed me. In the grand tradition of Hollywood needing to beat every horse until long after it's good and dead, there is now talk of a remake of The Neverending Story. I think this is a travesty. But while most of the reactions I've seen have been varying degrees of outrage at the certain desecration of a treasured childhood classic, my own wrath stems from this simple fact: The Neverending Story is the worst movie ever made, and its awfulness should not be inflicted on the world yet again.
I mean, honestly.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
This sign was planted in front of a meat vendor today at the Lincoln Square Greenmarket. I think it pretty much sums up all of my Valentine's Day hopes and dreams.
I spent the evening with friends, seeing Confessions of a Shopaholic and laughing at inappropriate jokes at Cold Stone. Ironically, the two movies that sold out first on this holiday were He's Just Not That Into You and Friday the 13th.
And then as I entered the subway to head home, I approached the Metrocard turnstile to find a girl vomiting in the corner while her boyfriend looked on. It was like a Valentine straight to my heart.