Let it never be said…
…that the makers of Akira had no sense of humor.
Billy and I can now say that we’ve seen it, and that’s quite enough for me. The movie itself was depressing, dark, gross, long, gross, and ended on a derranged note. Did I mention that there was grossness? Because there was. As well as heaping helpings of brutality.
The reason I mentioned a sense of humor, however, is because at the end of the movie, during the last minute or so of the credits, the music changes from the wild, uncaring percussion to…happy old-timey music! Ah, ironic contrast. Not nearly enough to justify seeing the movie, but a gem nonetheless.
Also, as I said I would, let me inform you that there is now a small altar to Reese’s Big Cups in a section of my…stomach. Those things are G-E-W-D gewd. And bridge mix. Mmm, bridge mix…
Man. I feel like I’m cheating when I write these things on the morning next, but certainly not when I’m writing them. Whoo, fun times tomor– er, today at work!
Oh, and Bahiyyih, the library movies are on the counter…thingy…next to my door. I’m leaving a physical note too, but just in case: they’re in the cubbyhole.
Tune in next time for more harrowing hijinks!…or just for me talking about music. Bands, specifically. And the contemplation thereof. Stuff like that.