Uhm another advantage of being on the East Coast is that I probably get to see every film at least a good 12 hours before anyone else can at home. So after I dropped off Hi'ia at school this morning I rushed home for my super hot arare and then jumped on the very, very slow train to Pahk (Park) Street station to catch the 10:45 am showing of Hellboy at the AMC Loews Boston Common 19 theaters, a ticket cost me $6.00, the snacks about double that. (I was hungry!!! That was lunch & Breakfast)Yes, Makekau, Mahi'ai, Manny, Mahealani, Mehanaokala ok, everyone whose name starts with an "M" who goes to the Mmmmmmmovies with me let me just say that when I said "Auwe!" everytime Hell-boy got smashed in the head or was near missed kissed by a sword----I dearly missed your, oh hell, our------company.Before I talk about how awesome and cool the movie was---don't worry---no spoilers here---let me just say that the 10:45 crowd of enthusiastic movie goers, wasn't the capital "L" loser crowd I expected, me included. Folks who like me have, shall we say, "flex" time in relation to work, if they have any work at all. Unfortunately this time I didn't spot Billy Joel in the crowd like I have in the past.There was a lot of flavah up in the movie-house, which took me by surprise being that this IS Boston----lots of children present too. OK, there was the one dude that was wearing a conspicuously large crucifix who decided to climb over two rows so that he could sit in front of me---but that was the only guy who gave off any kind of strange, well Hellboy like vibe. I like the filipina and her boyfriend next to me---she was drinking one of those fizzy Japanese drinks that come in a glass bottle shaped like a fish---the one they try to get you to suck the marble out of when you are a kid------she managed to spray a lady and her son three seats away while trying to wrench open the thing. Too funny. In Hawai'i you would have jumped up to get napkins for the poor people you sprayed. She got up to get napkins to wipe the floor....go figure.Uhm. ok, so I loved the movie and want to see it again. I like to be wowed by Guillermo Del Toro's sense of the uncanny----the micro-flying things that look harmless but can devour even your bones, the exposed fan-shaped skull of the har-bringer of death---with its myriad eyes embedded in its winged expanse. I love the Elric inspired Elf Prince, and am still trying to piece together the significance of why when he challenged the king both his sister and his father the King spoke in their native high-Elvish, while the prince replied strictly in British English. Is English the language of modernity yet again? Or does his reticence to speak his native tongue signal how much of an outsider to community he really is, while he still claims to want to restore Elvish sovereignty? Or is it just that the writer wants us to sympathize with the one character who----hell----"speaks our language?" Or did the actor sound completely stupid speaking in Elvish? Anyone recognize the Elvish king? He played the father to Ron Perlman's Beast back in the late 80s.The under the bridge market reminded Roger Ebert of a certain bar in Tatooine, but the garish color scheme and "tumor" were more reminiscent to me of Total Recall---you remember the bit when the large fans were turned off in the bar of triple breasted women? Instead of a fan though this scene had gear like grinders---for god knows what. Let me know what you think.Next week: The Dark Knight returns....oh and I'll finish a chapter of my dissertation too, maybe....
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