Even though it's Heart Attack Monday, I'm having a hard time finding something — anything — to be cranky about. This weekend I ate my son's Halloween candy (especially the Nestle Crunch and Butterfinger bars). I got eight much-needed hours of sleep last night, and then woke up with some rather attractive watch the Monday Night game between the Steelers and Redskins. Wade has been too busy to bust my balls, and there are two bags of candy in my filing cabinet from last Friday's Halloween festivities at the Loaf office.
On the downside, I fell asleep late Saturday night about halfway through one of the most awesomely bad movies ever, Planet of the Apes (the 2001 Tim Burton version). Whatever heavy-handed social message this film pretends to have on its tiny little mind is secondary to a ridiculously over-the-top Tim Roth as General Thade— "Extremism in defense of apes is no vice" — and Michael Clarke Duncan as a hulking gorilla soldier. And if there is such a thing as "reverse star power," Mark Wahlberg has it, and it's mesmerizing to watch.
This article appears in Oct 29 – Nov 4, 2008.