A tribute to Breckin Meyer
I must thank Dave Faber for this post; he reminded me of the upcoming film Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties and gave the inspiration needed to write a tribute to Breckin Meyer.
If you do not know who Breckin Meyer is, then you should be banned from watching movies. Breckin Meyer is possibly the second greatest actor of all time next to Jim Varney. Breckin Meyer has appeared in countless movies in the past ten years, but his most famous role is that of Jon Arbuckle in the film adaptation of Garfield. Watch any scene in which Jon interacts with Garfield and it seems completely natural. Meyers' acting is so convincing that Garfield never seems like a CGI effect, but a real, breathing cat. There seems to be a genuine relationship between Jon and Garfield; only a great actor like Breckin Meyer could pull it off so convincingly. And the chemistry Meyers shares with the lovely Jennifer Love Hewitt is electrifying. When the two are onscreen parks literally fly. I don't know about you, but I would love to see more Breckin Meyer - Jennifer Love Hewitt films in the future. In fact, they have such chemistry that it wouldn't surprise me if they are secretly married in real life.
Hopefully, Meyer will be recognized for his brilliant work and be awarded Oscar for Best Actor in next year's Academy Award ceremony. Unfortunately, I don't think Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties will stand a chance of winning Best Picture, because it will up against the brilliant She's The Man and the heartwarming teen comedy Aquamarine. I don't know about you, but I'm already excited for next year's Oscar ceremony.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
It's been two weeks since I've lasted posted on this blog and in two weeks time, absolutely nothing has happened. In fact, about the only exciting thing that happened to me was that I was abducted by aliens. But I'm sure you don't want to hear such a boring story. Alien abduction is an accepted FACT at this moment, it happens practically to every one. I remember my sister was abducted when she was five and I was so jealous that they abducted her and not me. In fact, most of my friends were abducted long before I was.. Alas. Alas, what was I to do? Last week, after I was abducted, I told my friends rather enthusiastically, "I'VE FINALLY BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!"
They all laughed and said, "What's the big deal? We've been abducted like 50 times. Do you think you're special?" I broke into tears. It used to be big news if some one was abducted by aliens, now no one seems to notice.
They all laughed and said, "What's the big deal? We've been abducted like 50 times. Do you think you're special?" I broke into tears. It used to be big news if some one was abducted by aliens, now no one seems to notice.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
The Oscars!
I'm happy to report that I did not watch the Oscars, because the Oscars are friggin' lame. There was a time when the Oscars used to honor excellence in the cinema, now their goal is to honor films that didn't suck. In a matter of years, mediocre films will be nominated for Best Picture, wait this has all ready happened, how else do you explain A Beautiful Mind? Ha Ha! I hate awards ceremonies, there's nothing more annoying than over hyped, over paid celebrities patting each other on the back for a job well done. The Oscars should be put of their misery, but sadly it go on and on, long after I am dead and forgotten.Oh wait, I am forgotten. Who am I? God, I'm old. Where's my cane? I need my cane, I can't walk without. AHHHH!
The End! Color By Technicolor. Filmed in Panavision
I'm happy to report that I did not watch the Oscars, because the Oscars are friggin' lame. There was a time when the Oscars used to honor excellence in the cinema, now their goal is to honor films that didn't suck. In a matter of years, mediocre films will be nominated for Best Picture, wait this has all ready happened, how else do you explain A Beautiful Mind? Ha Ha! I hate awards ceremonies, there's nothing more annoying than over hyped, over paid celebrities patting each other on the back for a job well done. The Oscars should be put of their misery, but sadly it go on and on, long after I am dead and forgotten.Oh wait, I am forgotten. Who am I? God, I'm old. Where's my cane? I need my cane, I can't walk without. AHHHH!
The End! Color By Technicolor. Filmed in Panavision
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