This is a shameless attempt to save the the most advanced civilization in
history from imminent self destruction by eliminating carbon emission,
dependence on foreign sources of fuel,obesity, hypertension and diabetes.
Cycling accomplishes all those things at once and helps us develop a better
understanding of ourselves, each other and our relationship to the cosmos.

Oh, horse puckey!
I like to ride bikes, have been doing it all my life.
The rest of that crap is just a fringe benefit,
and the blogosphere gives me a chance to share my interior
monologue with virtual rather than imaginary friends.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Super hero bike movie

  I felt obliged to see Premium Rush and review the film.  I was expecting a totally pretentious thing about a bike messenger saving the world from a terrorist plot with spies chasing him through the streets of NYC. Fortunately I was wrong.   The musical score was perfectly chosen by opening and ending with "Teenage Wasteland," by The Who.   The plot had a twist in it which included one screwed up cop with a gambling addiction who goes off the deep end to settle his debts.   Unfortunately his solution falls in the way of one humanitarian gesture to help a young lady get her child from China.
      David Koepp must aspire to be Stanley Kubrik or Quentin Tarantino, he tried to increase the drama with out of sequence presentations against a ticking clock which confused me here and there for a minute but didn't even manage to veil the formulaic script.
       It worked ok because the bike riding scenes were fun.  There were probably too many, but they were fun, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt managed to commit every motor vehicle violation with which fixie riders are attributed.
                             After a little traditional rivalry over a sweaty chick on two wheels,

 the milk warm drama is reconciled, although there is a still no resolution over the use of Carbon or Steel (can't wait for the sequel).   Our superhero Wiley, who has a remarkable power to shoot blue and silver snakey arrows from his eyes which guide him through NY, ends up with the sweaty chick.  Wiley resolves the situation by calling out the Justice League of Messengers who mob the cop in a Chinatown alley at the last possible moment and  helps save another child from the grips of totalitarian slavery.  A moment later the cop gets his at the hand of the Chinese mob.
      Well, I've squandered seven dollars in worse ways, but that's two pints of Oberon I will never get back.

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