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term='bit by tiger'/><category term='starz'/><title type='text'>Cody Clarke's Prose &amp; Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>Get lost in the cavernous vaginae that is my heart... or something.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8270097254627755570</id><published>2010-01-31T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:59:38.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toothpaste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Toothpaste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They discontinued my favorite toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;and I found out months after the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens like this&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite objects die just like your favorite people do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently and far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a slow and broken train&lt;br /&gt;cross country&lt;br /&gt;to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving as casual words from the TV or a friend&lt;br /&gt;so casual they're just fingertips tapping your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;startling you with their lightness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we'd like to believe we're impervious&lt;br /&gt;and that our own deaths won't go down this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people who love you&lt;br /&gt;more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;that won't find out for ages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8270097254627755570?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8270097254627755570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7639085763259033362</id><published>2010-01-30T05:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:10:51.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wolves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full and baring down on me&lt;br /&gt;though I can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are thick as porridge&lt;br /&gt;protecting me as best they can&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel the moon like a magnet&lt;br /&gt;repelling me into the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the hate and disappointment in my&lt;br /&gt;sinuses and forehead&lt;br /&gt;like my third eye is rotting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my work&lt;br /&gt;everything I've done either creatively or for money&lt;br /&gt;is droplets of blood on toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these feelings were memories&lt;br /&gt;and not my current state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this from the past&lt;br /&gt;and I'm certainly not writing it from the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this in the ever-changing present&lt;br /&gt;waiting the eternity between this night&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;when I'll feel a little better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put my nose to the grindstone&lt;br /&gt;and serve the universe amidst wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in prison there are still wolves&lt;br /&gt;and even in solitary confinement there are still wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you might as well let them have at you some nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7639085763259033362?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7639085763259033362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7639085763259033362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7639085763259033362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7639085763259033362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2010/01/wolves.html' title='Wolves'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5691958006596988475</id><published>2010-01-06T04:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:20:25.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>States</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;States&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we are&lt;br /&gt;naked&lt;br /&gt;embracing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so much water in us&lt;br /&gt;flowing through our bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sapling hairs dot our skin completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our heads like grand ancient trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hot air from our lungs&lt;br /&gt;nurturing our whole landscape&lt;br /&gt;as our breath wisps down it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the roads of our hand prints&lt;br /&gt;and the caverns of our crevasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're states&lt;br /&gt;united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're only two strong&lt;br /&gt;but we're enough for a country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ideals&lt;br /&gt;the freedom of speech we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the respect&lt;br /&gt;the liberty&lt;br /&gt;and the happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're a utopia&lt;br /&gt;and the only one possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the united states started with so much&lt;br /&gt;and now it's just a crib death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while love is old as sin&lt;br /&gt;and will be here forever&lt;br /&gt;god bless us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5691958006596988475?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5691958006596988475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=5691958006596988475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5691958006596988475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5691958006596988475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2010/01/states.html' title='States'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-992087510455769777</id><published>2009-12-19T19:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:07:42.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Films of 2009</title><content type='html'>1. Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;3. Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;4. Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;br /&gt;5. Drag Me To Hell&lt;br /&gt;6. Whatever Works&lt;br /&gt;7. Michael Jackson's This is It&lt;br /&gt;8. Funny People&lt;br /&gt;9. Observe &amp; Report&lt;br /&gt;10. The Hangover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-992087510455769777?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/992087510455769777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=992087510455769777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/992087510455769777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/992087510455769777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-10-films-of-2009.html' title='My Top 10 Films of 2009'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5793183168812864507</id><published>2009-11-18T04:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:45:07.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Women into Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Women into Pumpkins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can get built up so big&lt;br /&gt;in pictures or in your head&lt;br /&gt;but they're all just pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moment you realize that&lt;br /&gt;in the heat of things&lt;br /&gt;it hits you like an empty sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can carve a perfect hole&lt;br /&gt;with your glistening hard knife&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you reach in it's always&lt;br /&gt;guts and stench&lt;br /&gt;no matter the face you carve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether love is there or isn't&lt;br /&gt;was there or moved away&lt;br /&gt;candles live to burn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every year you're stuck&lt;br /&gt;with a squash to dispose&lt;br /&gt;and a loud trash truck&lt;br /&gt;dragging her away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5793183168812864507?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5793183168812864507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=5793183168812864507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5793183168812864507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5793183168812864507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/11/women-into-pumpkins.html' title='Women into Pumpkins'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-3419537854472088197</id><published>2009-11-05T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:47:28.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Good Smut is back!</title><content type='html'>Just a note that the world-famous erotica blog I contribute to, Really Good Smut, is back from hiatus. Please subscribe and read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reallygoodsmut.blogspot.com"&gt;http://reallygoodsmut.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-3419537854472088197?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3419537854472088197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=3419537854472088197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3419537854472088197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3419537854472088197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-good-smut-is-back.html' title='Really Good Smut is back!'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7374344137224092977</id><published>2009-10-22T22:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:55:25.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuart gordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castle freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck'/><title type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW: Castle Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Castle Freak&lt;/b&gt; (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Freak-Jeffrey-Combs/dp/157347049X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1256268785&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qUtn83sHL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dir. by Stuart Gordon&lt;br /&gt;95 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Gordon is the only horror director that can make me cringe. I've done so during  every movie of his I've seen. As far as I'm concerned, he's the most underrated dude still doing it, and his work in the last few years is the best he's ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't cringe as much as during Stuck (2007), Castle Freak is definitely his most gruesome film to date. It's unrated, and if it were to be rated by the MPAA, would no doubt receive an NC-17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon always pushes the envelope with his images, toying with his audience. He holds on the gore when you expect he might cut away from it, he cuts when you expect he might hold. In addition to that, he paints his horrific images with a very fine brush. Though the horrific acts may be similar to other films (after all, there are only so many horror situations in the world) his gore always looks different from anyone else, which is a great lesson for anyone looking to get into making horror. It's a crucial way to stray from the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing preventing me from giving this five stars is that the script could have been way more interesting. They had all the pieces of a compelling story there, but it didn't really gel together cohesively. That said, I adore every other aspect of this movie, and highly recommend it. It's one of his best, and at $5.99 new on Amazon.com, it's a must own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7374344137224092977?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7374344137224092977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7374344137224092977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7374344137224092977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7374344137224092977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review-castle-freak.html' title='MOVIE REVIEW: Castle Freak'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6142431369213933524</id><published>2009-10-15T22:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:25:15.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jolly green giant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big ball of twine'/><title type='text'>Big Ball of Twine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Big Ball of Twine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world &lt;br /&gt;a big ball of twine&lt;br /&gt; on green grass &lt;br /&gt;warmed by white sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually under a cement roof &lt;br /&gt;hardly sphere at all &lt;br /&gt;and smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World’s Largest Ball of Twine&lt;br /&gt; is a disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching you stare at it &lt;br /&gt;sipping your diet soda&lt;br /&gt; having your great ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could kiss &lt;br /&gt;every tiny golden hair &lt;br /&gt;on your skin&lt;br /&gt; individually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later I treat you like &lt;br /&gt;the Jolly Green Giant&lt;br /&gt; of hotel beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scaling your body with my tongue&lt;br /&gt; worshiping you as a false idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re five foot one &lt;br /&gt;sunburned&lt;br /&gt;and undernourished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wear the road&lt;br /&gt; beautifully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s never go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6142431369213933524?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6142431369213933524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6142431369213933524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6142431369213933524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6142431369213933524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-ball-of-twine.html' title='Big Ball of Twine'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6693050708731113805</id><published>2009-10-04T01:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:18:51.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1992'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 20'/><title type='text'>Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992 (Final List)</title><content type='html'>Here's my final list. This is definitive. It will be on my gravestone, along with your mom's phone number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Groundhog Day (1993)&lt;br /&gt;02. Buffalo '66 (1998)&lt;br /&gt;03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)&lt;br /&gt;04. Rushmore (1998)&lt;br /&gt;05. Unbreakable (2000)&lt;br /&gt;06. Dogville (2003)&lt;br /&gt;07. Magnolia (1999)&lt;br /&gt;08. The Big Lebowski (1998)&lt;br /&gt;09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)&lt;br /&gt;10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 &amp; 2 (2003, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;11. The Sixth Sense (1999)&lt;br /&gt;12. The Wrestler (2008)&lt;br /&gt;13. Superbad (2007)&lt;br /&gt;14. Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)&lt;br /&gt;15. Fall (1997)&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hurt Locker (2008)&lt;br /&gt;17. 3-Iron (2004)&lt;br /&gt;18. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)&lt;br /&gt;19. Office Space (1999)&lt;br /&gt;20. Team America (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three honorable mentions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tony Takitani (2004)&lt;br /&gt;22. The Dreamers (2003)&lt;br /&gt;23. Sweet &amp; Lowdown (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end! I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6693050708731113805?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6693050708731113805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6693050708731113805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6693050708731113805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6693050708731113805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-20-favorite-films-since-1992-final.html' title='Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992 (Final List)'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7831036049043599770</id><published>2009-09-22T19:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:40:59.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic boom'/><title type='text'>MUSIC REVIEW: Kiss - Sonic Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;KISS - Sonic Boom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS has had some seriously bad album covers. In a career spanning 35 years and counting, they've had only four that are attractive: &lt;i&gt;Kiss&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Destroyer&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Love Gun&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Alive&lt;/i&gt;. Each of those covers are gorgeous, and not just in comparison to the ugly ones. They are iconic, and capture the spirit of the band perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding their work between '74 and '77, every bad album cover KISS has put out has had equally bad music accompanying it. Though there are a few diamond in the rough songs that serve as exceptions to the rule (such as &lt;i&gt;I Was Made For Lovin' You&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Crazy Crazy Nights&lt;/i&gt;) for the most part the rule is solid, and only proven more so with KISS' latest release, &lt;i&gt;Sonic Boom&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the songs on this album represent KISS' definition of a sonic boom, I have reason to believe that they are deaf and pulling a &lt;i&gt;Hollywood Ending&lt;/i&gt;-esque bluff. You couldn't create blander rock if you programmed a robot to do it for you. The only positive thing I can say is that Simmons' and Stanley's voices are still strong, no doubt due to the lack of booze and drugs throughout their career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick to singing the classics that everybody loves. Who knows how much longer your voices will still be worth a damn? You wouldn't sing garbage from &lt;i&gt;The Elder&lt;/i&gt; on your new tour, so don't waste your gift with this either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7831036049043599770?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7831036049043599770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7831036049043599770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7831036049043599770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7831036049043599770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-review-kiss-sonic-boom.html' title='MUSIC REVIEW: Kiss - Sonic Boom'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-9102552234812824349</id><published>2009-09-02T17:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:33:27.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 20'/><title type='text'>Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992 (Ongoing)</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the video in which &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz4K-Rxx2Bk"&gt;Tarantino lists his 20 favorite films since 1992&lt;/a&gt;, I'm attempting to do the same. He chose the year based on it being when Reservoir Dogs came out, but I've realized the year serves as a good cut-off point for me as well, since the majority of my favorite films actually predate the year. With this list, I'll be able to give love to a lot of films that wouldn't have made even a 1972 cut-off list (let alone an all-time one) despite being phenomenal in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might take a few weeks to be done. I won't make another entry about it until it is. Though Tarantino didn't list his in order of preference, I'm doing so with mine. It makes it a lot easier for me to determine whether something belongs on it or not. Here's where I'm at right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Groundhog Day (1993)&lt;br /&gt;02. Buffalo '66 (1998)&lt;br /&gt;03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)&lt;br /&gt;04. Rushmore (1998)&lt;br /&gt;05. Unbreakable (2000)&lt;br /&gt;06. Dogville (2003)&lt;br /&gt;07. Magnolia (1999)&lt;br /&gt;08. The Big Lebowski (1998)&lt;br /&gt;09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)&lt;br /&gt;10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 &amp; 2 (2003, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;11. The Wrestler (2008)&lt;br /&gt;12. Superbad (2007)&lt;br /&gt;13. Office Space (1999)&lt;br /&gt;14. The Hurt Locker (2008)&lt;br /&gt;15. Fall (1997)&lt;br /&gt;16. 3-Iron (2004)&lt;br /&gt;17. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)&lt;br /&gt;18. Team America (2004)&lt;br /&gt;19. Tony Takitani (2004)&lt;br /&gt;20. The Dreamers (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were on the list, but then got bumped off by another film.&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet &amp; Lowdown (1999)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-9102552234812824349?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/9102552234812824349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=9102552234812824349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/9102552234812824349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/9102552234812824349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-20-favorite-films-since-1992.html' title='Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992 (Ongoing)'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-9154949608816098551</id><published>2009-07-20T04:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:57:58.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i drive my car for god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I Drive My Car for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Drive My Car for God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time, every day&lt;br /&gt;through boring, busy cities&lt;br /&gt;or on endless highways&lt;br /&gt;I drive my car for God&lt;br /&gt;I clean up for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a street sweeper&lt;br /&gt;the machine, not the job&lt;br /&gt;there is no choice&lt;br /&gt;behind my actions&lt;br /&gt;just whirring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the lives&lt;br /&gt;that I deliver unto him&lt;br /&gt;are like carrots&lt;br /&gt;when they crunch&lt;br /&gt;and they squish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-9154949608816098551?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/9154949608816098551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=9154949608816098551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/9154949608816098551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/9154949608816098551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-drive-my-car-for-god.html' title='I Drive My Car for God'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2949644277616483903</id><published>2009-07-11T01:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:01:31.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Announcement</title><content type='html'>I have just received word that apparently, I am considered a 'developing nation':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/UNDP.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really been getting &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fat? I rely on you, my fans, to straightforwardly and honestly tell me, as insultingly as possible, when I've gained even a slight amount of weight, so that such a problem can be remedied immediately. You have dropped the ball. I blame you in full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2949644277616483903?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2949644277616483903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2949644277616483903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2949644277616483903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2949644277616483903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/07/important-announcement.html' title='Important Announcement'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5674552105423547508</id><published>2009-06-12T03:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:37:59.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This photo rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/francography/3618298551/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3618298551_92a77a0792_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/francography/3618298551/"&gt;lighting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/francography/"&gt;francography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This photo rules. That's all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5674552105423547508?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5674552105423547508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=5674552105423547508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5674552105423547508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5674552105423547508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-photo-rules.html' title='This photo rules.'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3618298551_92a77a0792_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6865273894389010260</id><published>2009-04-22T01:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:21:37.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~o</title><content type='html'>Every single one of us was a sperm once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the internet age with porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sperm fertilizing eggs is rarer than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are a dying breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS ALONG TO 15 PEOPLE OR YOUR TRUE LOVE WILL BE JERKED OFF ONTO THE FLOOR AND YOU'LL NEVER MEET HER/HIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6865273894389010260?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6865273894389010260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6865273894389010260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6865273894389010260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6865273894389010260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/04/o.html' title='~~~o'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5046409973240154550</id><published>2009-02-04T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:19:56.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Pain by Cody Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you stomp into me suddenly&lt;br /&gt;slam the door&lt;br /&gt;and collapse onto my stomach&lt;br /&gt;to cry your eyes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I slump in my chair&lt;br /&gt;or wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;until you can stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inheriting the pain&lt;br /&gt;too big for your body&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are now&lt;br /&gt;in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5046409973240154550?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5046409973240154550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=5046409973240154550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5046409973240154550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5046409973240154550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-by-cody-clarke.html' title='Pain by Cody Clarke'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1124363152537544274</id><published>2009-02-02T04:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:01:20.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mickey mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse by Cody Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He occupied two seats of the subway&lt;br /&gt;his ass crack resting right on the split between them&lt;br /&gt;and defended the territory&lt;br /&gt;of the three empty and adjacent seats&lt;br /&gt;against all trying occupants&lt;br /&gt;with a&lt;br /&gt;You can’t sit there&lt;br /&gt;and the timbre of a science teacher&lt;br /&gt;on the impossibility of time travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His feet were moldy loaves of bread&lt;br /&gt;his legs I forget&lt;br /&gt;and his shirt was Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;large and proud&lt;br /&gt;partially obscured by the cardboard sign&lt;br /&gt;our man wore with string&lt;br /&gt;like librarian glasses&lt;br /&gt;stating simply and in Sharpie&lt;br /&gt;that he loved New York&lt;br /&gt;in words I also forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw him for the duration of one stop&lt;br /&gt;and he kept quiet except for one burp&lt;br /&gt;that was sort of loud&lt;br /&gt;and then as we entered the station&lt;br /&gt;he got up and waited at the doors&lt;br /&gt;and as they opened he laid a fart&lt;br /&gt;like a bass drum distorted beyond recognition&lt;br /&gt;by a Japanese noise artist&lt;br /&gt;and placed on limited vinyl&lt;br /&gt;to be sold to indie kids&lt;br /&gt;for the price of their allowance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the man next to me whimpered&lt;br /&gt;and clutched his newly bloody chest&lt;br /&gt;because the fart had had a bullet in it&lt;br /&gt;and the man died before the next stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the subway car went to the funeral&lt;br /&gt;and we all stayed in contact after&lt;br /&gt;and learned sign language together at the YMCA&lt;br /&gt;and helped each other further with it on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my life is better now and we’re all happier as people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1124363152537544274?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1124363152537544274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1124363152537544274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1124363152537544274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1124363152537544274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/02/mickey-mouse-by-cody-clarke.html' title='Mickey Mouse by Cody Clarke'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1164147379697257458</id><published>2009-02-01T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:00:45.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001: a space odyssey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Floors by Cody Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Floors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School kids&lt;br /&gt;The freaks, the hipsters&lt;br /&gt;the whatever-they’re-called-now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids sit on floors&lt;br /&gt;at concerts&lt;br /&gt;on subways&lt;br /&gt;in the halls&lt;br /&gt;in the street&lt;br /&gt;outside venues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this and I know this&lt;br /&gt;and I do not know when this originally started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not as far back as greasers&lt;br /&gt;because although greasers were greasy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see greasers&lt;br /&gt;huddled around each other&lt;br /&gt;like some sort of 2001: A Space Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;reenactment troupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can see hippies and beatniks doing it&lt;br /&gt;and so for the sake of this poem&lt;br /&gt;we will assume that is where it originates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is not about lineage though&lt;br /&gt;This poem is about the subconscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are doing it because their friends do it&lt;br /&gt;Such is obvious&lt;br /&gt;but deeper than that&lt;br /&gt;deeper than what they realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floors equal germs&lt;br /&gt;germs equal colds&lt;br /&gt;colds equal absences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit that on a subconscious level&lt;br /&gt;those-who-dress-as-though&lt;br /&gt;-they-would-like-to-be-beat-up&lt;br /&gt;sit on floors&lt;br /&gt;in order to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase their chance of contracting illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus&lt;br /&gt;decrease the days they have to attend school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably why they do&lt;br /&gt;a lot of other stupid stuff too&lt;br /&gt;with their bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I will not pursue this study further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a subject that interests me enough&lt;br /&gt;to write more stanzas&lt;br /&gt;and list more instances supporting my hypothesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was an interesting thought&lt;br /&gt;maybe not enough for an experiment&lt;br /&gt;or an essay&lt;br /&gt;but enough for poetry&lt;br /&gt;or a haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kids willingly sit&lt;br /&gt;on ground fit for no ass&lt;br /&gt;School is a prison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1164147379697257458?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1164147379697257458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1164147379697257458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1164147379697257458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1164147379697257458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/02/floors-by-cody-clarke.html' title='Floors by Cody Clarke'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5850944961119042363</id><published>2009-01-31T05:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:36:03.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john cusack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grosse pointe blank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>John Cusack by Cody Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;John Cusack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was nine years old&lt;br /&gt;I saw Grosse Pointe Blank in the movie theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was my favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;and I thought Martin Blank was really cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in class&lt;br /&gt;I'd draw John Cusack all the time&lt;br /&gt;in his hitman clothes fighting bad guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;I was the only nine-year-old doing that&lt;br /&gt;in the entire world&lt;br /&gt;and that made me feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more special&lt;br /&gt;than getting to see this R-rated movie&lt;br /&gt;and not have my eyes covered by a parent&lt;br /&gt;since my sister took me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I had my own special hero&lt;br /&gt;not a Rambo or an Arnold&lt;br /&gt;but a secret hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Cusack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the 80's&lt;br /&gt;girls drew him in class just like I did&lt;br /&gt;but for other reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't love him like I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just wanted to kiss his face&lt;br /&gt;and fuck him in a foggy car&lt;br /&gt;which is stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has killing to do&lt;br /&gt;and that's better than sex&lt;br /&gt;when you're a boy that age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sex you don't wanna draw in class&lt;br /&gt;because then you get hard&lt;br /&gt;and you don't want that&lt;br /&gt;because even if you were old enough&lt;br /&gt;to be able to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't in that setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but killing is great for drawing in class&lt;br /&gt;because it's just as fun as drawing sex&lt;br /&gt;but without the getting hard part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's different for girls&lt;br /&gt;because they can get turned on covertly&lt;br /&gt;so drawing killing has no purpose&lt;br /&gt;since they can draw sex freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd like drawing killing too probably&lt;br /&gt;if they had dicks&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't get turned on covertly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that were the case&lt;br /&gt;they'd take John Cusack from me in 1997 for sure&lt;br /&gt;and he wouldn't be my obscure secret hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they'd draw him killing every bad person or thing&lt;br /&gt;as well as draw him kissing them&lt;br /&gt;and fucking them in foggy cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it'd be worth losing him&lt;br /&gt;because the popularity for that movie would be higher&lt;br /&gt;which would earn it the sequel&lt;br /&gt;it had always deserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5850944961119042363?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5850944961119042363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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know exactly how long it takes)&lt;br /&gt;all of it has been replaced by new water&lt;br /&gt;from drinking new water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an event&lt;br /&gt;even more interesting than a birthday&lt;br /&gt;even if it can't be precisely measured&lt;br /&gt;only approximately calculated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does water deep inside you leave though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your gooey organs get less gooey and wet&lt;br /&gt;and need new water&lt;br /&gt;and receive new water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or does it never need new water&lt;br /&gt;Is the water that makes your organs gooey&lt;br /&gt;the same water that's always been in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be&lt;br /&gt;that's too crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going over digestion in school&lt;br /&gt;but I don't remember how water gets distributed&lt;br /&gt;after it gets drank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach is probably in charge of it&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach does a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to use Google&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna give the credit to the stomach&lt;br /&gt;because it deserves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I'm right&lt;br /&gt;the poem is non-fiction&lt;br /&gt;and if I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;the poem is fiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1966286448363334769?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1966286448363334769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1966286448363334769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1966286448363334769'/><link 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HIATUS</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna finish the Aguirre the Wrath of God analysis I started on this blog. I know I'm not going to. There's too much I'd like to write about each scene, and it'd turn this blog into solely me doing so. There's no way to write about that movie in short, readable bursts. Well, maybe there is, but I don't know how to. I tried to when it came to the first scene, but there was so much more I wanted to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe one day I'll come back to it and work on it. Not on this blog though. I'm having a much better time just writing poems and posting updates here or there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of poetry, I'm working on a poetry book! It's 21 pages so far, so it's very early on... but I wrote 3 poems yesterday and 1 today, so maybe it won't take as long as I think. I don't know. Who knows? I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2393440878034903658?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2393440878034903658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2393440878034903658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2393440878034903658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2393440878034903658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/01/aguirre-wrath-of-god-hiatus.html' title='Aguirre, the Wrath of God: HIATUS'/><author><name>Cody 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through the worst classes&lt;br /&gt;in this corner on the 4th floor&lt;br /&gt;where a big green garbage can&lt;br /&gt;blocked me from the sight of guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I'd bring her home with me&lt;br /&gt;and she'd let me chew her flesh&lt;br /&gt;purple and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd do all the other stuff too&lt;br /&gt;but I liked marking her the most&lt;br /&gt;I liked that she'd see spots of me&lt;br /&gt;in the shower in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the full map&lt;br /&gt;in the medicine cabinet mirror&lt;br /&gt;as she dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best was when she didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;when I chafed her in class&lt;br /&gt;under the clothes her mother chose for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only lasted a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;and when we got back into bed years later&lt;br /&gt;I could barely touch my teeth to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was too far gone&lt;br /&gt;and she smelled of 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/&gt;blocking the light I'd swung in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the door shut quickly&lt;br /&gt;and went into the next room down&lt;br /&gt;the correct room&lt;br /&gt;to urinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out&lt;br /&gt;her bedroom door was open&lt;br /&gt;and she was now sitting&lt;br /&gt;on the side of her bed&lt;br /&gt;turned away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and watched her&lt;br /&gt;wipe her forehead&lt;br /&gt;and feel her heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then realized she was showing me&lt;br /&gt;that she had the same scars&lt;br /&gt;and bruises on my back&lt;br /&gt;as my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head finally&lt;br /&gt;and looked at me in my boxers&lt;br /&gt;in the bright light&lt;br /&gt;sweaty from her daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at the floor&lt;br /&gt;at my shadow stretched out to her&lt;br /&gt;and I closed the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the end of the hall&lt;br /&gt;opened the door gently&lt;br /&gt;and saw my girlfriend still dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed into her bed quietly&lt;br /&gt;and stared up at the darkness&lt;br /&gt;for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;and then even longer with my eyes closed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8499605343404862562?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8499605343404862562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8499605343404862562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8499605343404862562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Squeezer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves pressing against me&lt;br /&gt;pressing pressing pressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I could never be too close&lt;br /&gt;only too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could crush her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;like an important scientific document&lt;br /&gt;in an escaped gorilla's fist&lt;br /&gt;and it'd be less painful&lt;br /&gt;than losing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hugged her really really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder than I've ever hugged&lt;br /&gt;anyone&lt;br /&gt;and she's a skinny thing&lt;br /&gt;but she takes it with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just loves it so much&lt;br /&gt;and she's the only one&lt;br /&gt;I've met that does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls that were crazy about me&lt;br /&gt;and downright crazy themselves&lt;br /&gt;even they had their limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants all of me&lt;br /&gt;and she's saner than them all&lt;br /&gt;and smarter&lt;br /&gt;and stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows she can take it all&lt;br /&gt;and she won't stop squeezing&lt;br /&gt;and it feels so fucking good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6603951107008244627?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6603951107008244627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6603951107008244627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6603951107008244627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6603951107008244627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/01/squeezer-by-cody-clarke.html' title='Squeezer by Cody Clarke'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-271867774204903160</id><published>2009-01-29T01:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:29:53.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intervention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Intervention by Cody Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Intervention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can date&lt;br /&gt;all the asshole idiots you want&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to that by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you marry one&lt;br /&gt;that's the day I kidnap you&lt;br /&gt;I take you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick you in the basement with pens&lt;br /&gt;and yellow paper&lt;br /&gt;and starve you&lt;br /&gt;unless you write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you fucking should be&lt;br /&gt;you fucking floozy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-271867774204903160?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/271867774204903160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=271867774204903160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/271867774204903160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/271867774204903160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/01/intervention-by-cody-clarke.html' title='Intervention by Cody Clarke'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2563694790876413633</id><published>2009-01-08T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:11:37.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard pivot questionnaire'/><title type='text'>Bernard Pivot Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>Bernard Pivot Questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your favorite word?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteous (I say it too much for my own good, but it never gets old to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is your least favorite word?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerable (Just can't stand the sound of it, the definition is fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity (For all three)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness/Ignorance (For all three)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What sound or noise do you love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is your favorite curse word?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What profession would you not like to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's alright, you can keep going back"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2563694790876413633?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2563694790876413633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2563694790876413633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2563694790876413633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2563694790876413633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2009/01/bernard-pivot-questionnaire.html' title='Bernard Pivot Questionnaire'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8215384866313660772</id><published>2008-12-16T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:08:53.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas gripe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wham'/><title type='text'>Christmas Gripe: Wham - Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christmas Gripe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/wham.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the only reference to christmas in your song is the title of the song, repeated at the beginning of each chorus, you're cheating! Wham cheated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good and catchy as the song is, it's barely a christmas song. I cannot prove this, but I'm pretty sure they just took a regular ol' single they had up their ass, stuck the word 'christmas' in it, and shipped it off as a christmas song, because there is nothing christmas about the subject matter of the song. The song is about getting your heartbroken by someone, and then this year, not letting it happen again. What is christmas about that? Nothing, except for the fact we are told it happened last &lt;i&gt;christmas.&lt;/i&gt; They could've said it happened whenever! The song could have been called Last Year, or Last Time, Last Ramadan for fucks sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's catchy as fuck, and now that I think of it, what they did was genius. By turning this single into a christmas song, they made it so it would only be listened to at a certain time each year... which means it can never get old, because if you only listen to it in December each year, it's impossible to get sick of it. Fuck Wham for being smart cheaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8215384866313660772?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8215384866313660772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8215384866313660772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8215384866313660772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8215384866313660772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-gripe-wham-last-christmas.html' title='Christmas Gripe: Wham - Last Christmas'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6549319148715603488</id><published>2008-12-14T23:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:30:46.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aguirre the wrath of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klaus kinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werner herzog'/><title type='text'>Aguirre, the Wrath of God: Descending the Mountain (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Descending the Mountain (Part II)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we know about the morality of out adventurers? They've conquered and plundered the Incas, which tells us that they see nothing wrong with murdering and stealing. How do they justify this evil? Later, we learn that they are Christians, traveling with a priest. This tells us that through their personal interpretation of the Bible, their actions are justified; that stealing, murdering, and enslaving (we learn later that they are traveling with slaves in tow) is justified as long as they are the ones doing it. They believe they are superior, because they have interpreted the bible to say they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herzog does not want us to know this about them yet, though. He could've explained it in his written introduction, or possibly shown them coming down the mountain in garish clothing, standing out from the mountain background, in order to convey how superior they feel to the world around them. Instead, he chose to dress them in colors that appear naturally on the mountain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we see them at the lowest point of their trek, they look less like people and more like part of the mountain shifting. This conveys the objectivity of the situation-- that our adventurers are objectively no different than the natural world around them, other than that they are heading downward in an organized fashion. The adventurers represent mankind, and this shot conveys that what sends us downward is delusion, greed, and the perpetration of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my analysis of this portion of the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6549319148715603488?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6549319148715603488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6549319148715603488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6549319148715603488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6549319148715603488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/aguirre-wrath-of-god-descending.html' title='Aguirre, the Wrath of God: Descending the Mountain (Part II)'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-4038220921446623808</id><published>2008-12-14T17:51:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:43:24.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aguirre the wrath of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klaus kinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werner herzog'/><title type='text'>Aguirre, the Wrath of God: Descending the Mountain (Part I)</title><content type='html'>In this entry, I will show how a portion of the first scene of "Aguirre, the Wrath of God" serves as a synecdoche for a major theme of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous entry, I said there wouldn't be any spoilers in this one, but I didn't explain what I consider a spoiler. Since everyone has their own barometer of what constitutes a spoiler, I'll give my definition. I see a spoiler as anything the director intended to be a surprise during the first viewing of their movie. If you agree, read on. If not, see the movie first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descending the Mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera tilts down as we follow a faint line of people descending a foggy mountain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Click any shot to enlarge)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see more of the line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then finally, the lowest section of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/aguirre6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot tells us the grandiosity of their trek, and through their downward direction and the tone of the music we hear, a sense of foreboding is conveyed. We know this will be a difficult journey-- that much is a given even if they were climbing up instead-- but what more does this shot tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the brief, written introduction from Werner Herzog that preceded this first scene, we were told the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the conquest and plundering of the Inca empire by Spain, the Indians invented the legend of El Dorado, a land of gold, located in the swamps of the Amazon headwaters. A large expedition of Spanish adventurers, led by Gonzalo Pizarro, set off from the Peruvian highlands in late 1560.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short: Fresh off a brutal victory, swelling with pride and motivated by greed, our adventurers are embarking in pursuit of something that doesn't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A righteous journey (a journey towards an objective, tangible goal) can be described as a mountain climb: the climb representing the upward, arduous journey that must be persevered, in order to reach the 'mountain top' reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tale, the reward the adventurers are in pursuit of doesn't exist, and thus, they will never reach their destination or attain any riches. This is why the film starts with their descent down a mountain-- there is no 'mountain top' for them to ever reach, where they're headed. The Peruvian highlands they control was their only 'mountain top', and they abandoning it on a greedy, deluded pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next entry, I will analyze the color palette of this shot, and what that tells us about our adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-4038220921446623808?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4038220921446623808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=4038220921446623808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4038220921446623808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4038220921446623808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-analysis-aguirre-wrath-of-god_14.html' title='Aguirre, the Wrath of God: Descending the Mountain (Part I)'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8096307588273042601</id><published>2008-12-13T23:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:40:33.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aguirre the wrath of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klaus kinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werner herzog'/><title type='text'>Movie Analysis: Aguirre, the Wrath of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Aguirre-Wrath-God-Klaus-Kinski/dp/6305972761"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CCKZWGPDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aguirre, the Wrath of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be reviewing this movie further than the five star rating I've given it above. Instead, I'll be analyzing key scenes and themes from it, over a series of blog entries. Whether you should read my analyses before or after you've seen the movie is up to you, and how you like viewing movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next entry will be an analysis of the first scene of the movie, which I regard as one of the most beautiful scenes ever filmed. Plot won't be discussed, only the images on screen, so it's spoiler-free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8096307588273042601?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8096307588273042601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8096307588273042601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8096307588273042601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8096307588273042601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-analysis-aguirre-wrath-of-god.html' title='Movie Analysis: Aguirre, the Wrath of God'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1494473364442987158</id><published>2008-12-13T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:52:26.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racehorse names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruce lee'/><title type='text'>Really Good Racehorse Names That Aren't Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Really Good Racehorse Names That Aren't Taken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cody Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lee The Horse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1494473364442987158?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1494473364442987158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1494473364442987158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1494473364442987158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1494473364442987158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-good-racehorse-names-that-arent.html' title='Really Good Racehorse Names That Aren&apos;t Taken'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-3316527194023857004</id><published>2008-12-13T03:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:03:07.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven seagal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retarded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marked for death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keith david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dwight h. little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they live'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Marked For Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marked-Death-Steven-Seagal/dp/6305168873"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41PAMXAVQ0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marked For Death&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Dwight H. Little&lt;br /&gt;94 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie kicks fucking ass. It's retarded as hell, and for the majority of the time, wonderfully retarded; counting toothpicks and cards for Tom Cruise like nobody's business. In a few instances though, the retardation hurts the movie, like Samuel L. Jackson's crazy homeless guy fist crashing against his crazy homeless guy head.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Retardations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The movie is about the Jamaican drug mob destroying small town America and performing voodoo curses on people that get in their way. That's a good fucking plot line right there, I don't give a fuck. Don't act like you don't want to see that fucking movie. Don't act like your brain didn't run tons of possible cool scenes in your head when you read that shit, and quite frankly, if it didn't, you don't need to be reading my movie reviews. My movie reviews are catered to those who when hearing that plot line, there brain immediately starts running cool scenes it thinks might occur, because it can't fucking wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keith David is Seagal's sidekick. Yes, Keith David from They Live! Holding and using guns again! Fighting people! Is your dick hard yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seagal's lines, as always. I won't ruin a single one cause those are always best when they catch you off guard. In fact, there's a lot of this movie that I really shouldn't ruin. I'm gonna cut my good retardations list short here. This is one of those movies where you just have to trust me it kick ass, and go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Retardations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shitty Jamaican accents. Not quite Jar Jar Binks level, but close to it. Shitty bad guy lines and behavior overall, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERYBODY WANT GO HEAVEN BUT NOBODY WANT DEAD."&lt;br /&gt;No, there were no typos or grammatical errors made by me in that quote. That shit was verbatim as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the bad guys suck in a movie. These bad guys fucking suck. They're stupid as hell. I hate action movies with stupid bad guys. That's why I can't get down with a movie Rumble in the Bronx, which has great action, but bad guys where you'd be surprised if they don't stare at the sky when it's raining and fucking drown. The bad guys in this aren't quite at that level, but they're damn close. These guys are supposed to be the top drug mob? Doesn't make any fucking sense. Takes you right out of the movie, which is never good when you're watching a retarded movie in the first place. Makes you feel dirty. Makes you wonder why you even sat down to watch it, instead of a 'good movie'. Bad retarded fucks a mind up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Useless love interest. She does nothing the whole movie, and he doesn't even fuck her. I won't even talk about her more than that. She's wholly forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And the biggest bad retardation of all, non-anamorphic widescreen, which means it'll look like fucking garbage on your 16:9 TV. Watch this on something 4:3. Fucking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're probably saying to yourself that doesn't seem like a lot of bad retardation, but trust me it is. These bad guys suck, the love interest sucks, so I can't in good conscience give this any more than 3 1/2 stars. See it anyway though, because there's a lot of really great stuff that happens; the kind shit that will make you jump out of your seat and yell and have a good time, which is the reason you're watching one of these movies in the first place. Keep your eyes on the good retardation, and suffer through the bad retardation. I won't be upset if you fast forward through stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alright, that movie reference was a little more obscure than the Rain Man one. The Samuel L. Jackson movie I'm referencing is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0182000/"&gt;The Caveman's Valentine&lt;/a&gt;, a shitty but ambitious movie where Samuel L. Jackson plays a crazy homeless guy trying to solve the murder of a boy. As awesome as that sounds, you don't need to see it, trust me. Also, for the record, I don't even think he punches himself in the head in it. He might at one point, but I honestly don't remember. I chose to reference it because it was the first crazy homeless guy movie I could think of. Now that I think about it though, he was in Resurrecting the Champ too, where played a different homeless guy. He's not self-destructive in that one though, so that wouldn't have worked. Hell, he might not even be self-destructive in Caveman's Valentine, cause honestly I barely remember that shit other than that I didn't like it. Fuck it though, I'm not changing the simile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-3316527194023857004?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3316527194023857004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=3316527194023857004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3316527194023857004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3316527194023857004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-review-marked-for-death.html' title='Movie Review: Marked For Death'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8651528648391725103</id><published>2008-12-13T00:47:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:57:18.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel getting married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan demme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenny lumet'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Rachel Getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Getting-Married-Theatrical-Release/dp/B001E95ZOC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5197Ji6AEYL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel Getting Married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Jonathan Demme&lt;br /&gt;113 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this movie. I love the direction, the acting, the cinematography, the sound design, the production design-- but the screenplay is a piece of shit. What we have here is a minimalist storytelling written by a woman who doesn't properly understand what minimalism is. Minimalism isn't just about a low number of brushstrokes; it's about choosing said brushstrokes purposefully and expertly to tell a story the way it needs to be told. That was not done here. The screenplay is a mess, and so what we have here is a piece of shit that Demme has polished (and he's done so very well, hence the 2 stars) but it's still a piece of shit at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some scenes in this film I love (solely on technical aspects and/or caliber of acting) but I can't stand the sum of these parts. They're just kernels of sweet corn in the pile of shit that this movie is, as a result of its shitty, first draft screenplay. I don't care how many drafts Jenny Lumet went through to end up with the screenplay that was shot, it's still a first draft. If it walks a duck, talks like a duck, and sucks fucking ass like a duck, it's a duck-- and as such, I won't bother detailing any of the  reasons why the screenplay is bad, because fuck first drafts. That might sound like a cop out, since technically this is a final draft since they shot it, but fuck that. There are stupid action and horror movies I review on here with solider screenplays than this, so fuck this movie, and fuck Jonathan Demme too for not knowing how shitty the screenplay was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8651528648391725103?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8651528648391725103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8651528648391725103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8651528648391725103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8651528648391725103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-review-rachel-getting-married.html' title='Movie Review: Rachel Getting Married'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2937360076017134315</id><published>2008-11-01T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:42:02.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess the movie'/><title type='text'>Guess The Movie: Halloween Edition! SOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>Click to discover the answers to the questions yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 1: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0266543/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0266543/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 2: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody got that shit right. I think I might continue this shit, it's fun to come up with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2937360076017134315?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2937360076017134315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2937360076017134315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2937360076017134315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2937360076017134315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-movie-halloween-edition-solutions.html' title='Guess The Movie: Halloween Edition! SOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-709702343982875509</id><published>2008-10-31T16:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:51:09.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess the movie'/><title type='text'>Guess The Movie: Halloween Edition!</title><content type='html'>Guess The Movie: Halloween Edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, his wife, and their newborn children move into a new house. That night, his wife and all but one child are brutally murdered. Five years later, his surviving son is abducted when he runs away from school one day. The abductor then sells the boy to a man who imprisons the boy in a water tank and forces him to view painful surgeries all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father teams up with a mysterious schizophrenic woman with short-term memory loss and together they race against time to find his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex-crazed teenager who feels long, phallic symbols are guiding his every choice becomes infatuated with an elderly woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess them? Comment if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-709702343982875509?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/709702343982875509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=709702343982875509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/709702343982875509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/709702343982875509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-movie-halloween-edition.html' title='Guess The Movie: Halloween Edition!'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1350871057088809925</id><published>2008-10-24T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:34:27.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>High School Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I was back in High School, and it was the first day of classes in a new school year. I went to my first few, but my dreams always skip me through boring parts, so I don't remember what happened in those classes. I just know that I went to them. Do your dreams do that? No? They don't love you. My dreams are full of love and abridged for my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was skipped to after those first few classes, and I'm deciding I'm not going to go to the next one, since it was one I hadn't even signed up for, and didn't need to graduate; obviously an error on my schedule. I decide to cut, knowing it wouldn't matter since I'd get my guidance counselor to remove the class first thing tomorrow, and then I get caught almost immediately; something that never would happen to me back during my High School career, but it'd been years, so I was surely rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard that caught me then dragged me off to a classroom in the basement, where I sat in front of a 'jury of my peers' who were there to decide a punishment for my infraction. Said jury was comprised entirely of thuggish kids assumedly endowed in the criminal arts. These kids glared at me as if I were a pile of fresh, seran-wrapped, all-white meat with eyes. The moderator, a butch lesbian gym teacher I had back in the day, oblivious to the preposterousness of this trial, then began it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty will with my jury. I cursed a lot, and came off really affably gangster. They were surely going to let me off with a light sentence, if they even gave me one at all. When the trial ended, I was found not guilty. I was elated, and thanked each and every juror personally with a respective complicated handshake. The jurors then filed out of the room, and it was just me and the gym teacher. She explained to me that I could leave now, but on one condition: that I take some pills that work really well on student morale. I explained that I didn't want to take any pills I hadn't discussed with my parents first. She told me that I couldn't call them unless I took the pills. So I ran. I ran far, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to a mountain and rock climbed it to the top, where I dropped dozens of boulders on her, crushing her. She was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1350871057088809925?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1350871057088809925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1350871057088809925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1350871057088809925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1350871057088809925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-dream.html' title='High School Dream'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-3364538706462178564</id><published>2008-10-14T04:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:39:42.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tobe hooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showtime hd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: The Funhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Funhouse-Elizabeth-Berridge/dp/B00023P4SS/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1223973248&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51SFZ5Z3TBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Funhouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Tobe Hooper&lt;br /&gt;96 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy horror dork programming director who loves me, etc. You know the story by now. I was really happy to see this was gonna be on Showtime HD. I love Tobe Hooper, and I'd never seen this one. I actually hadn't even heard of it before I saw it was gonna be on. This is a pretty lesser-known horror movie, but it's generally well liked by those who have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I promise you I'll start watching some DVD's I own but haven't watched yet soon, but there's just been really good shit in HD lately. I'm about to review all four Jaws movies! They were in HD! Back to back! Starz is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Movie starts with some nice, real breasts on a realistically hot chick. That's fucking class. I don't know about you, but I just love that shit. Nothing's hotter to me, or gains more respect from me in a horror film than that. Not that I don't like bombshell chicks bouncing bad fake tits too (that shit is great in it's own way) but that just doesn't gain &lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt; from me per se. I know I'm not alone on this, and don't need to explain it, cause every dude reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about. The girls reading this will just have to ask a dude friend of theirs to explain why it's so hot, and then the dude will go all *exhales* "you wouldn't understand." And it's true. They wouldn't. If women knew the simple shit we think is the hottest fucking shit ever, their entire worlds would come crashing down. They wouldn't be able to walk. Everything they'd been told by TV and ads and other women would be rendered obsolete. I dont even know why I'm uploading this to the web, that there's nothing hotter and more respect-earning in a horror movie than a realistically hot chick with bare, real breasts. Shit, I just said it again, thus drawing more attention to it. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pace is tight as fuck. I'm not even going to spoil it, but the pace of this movie is fucking flawless. It's slow in a lot of parts, but you're never bored. Then when it's fast paced, you're gonna be on your seat yelling at people you've never actually met in real life to run for their fucking life. Tobe Hooper is a master of horror pace on his fucking SECOND movie. How impressive is that shit? Fucking impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oddly erotic bizarre scenes. Shit that would not fly today. Hell, a lot of this movie just wouldn't fucking fly today. It'd be lambasted for its slow parts, and not see much money in the theaters, and be regarded as a failure, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People that look like actual people. All the supporting characters look like they exist. They look like people you've seen on the subway or at carnivals or whatever. Casting on this movie is fucking top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Actual weird shit. I love when horror movies stick actually weird real shit in them. You see some fucking freaks in this movie. Real deformed shit. It's a dope scene. I love shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great gore once it comes. So fucking memorable, too. This movie is so fucking cool, I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Little kid character isn't annoying, like in most movies with little kids in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Creepy characters that aren't evil. I love when this happens in a horror movie. You're like 'who the fuck's gonna be the killer, when's this movie gonna pick up pace, i bet it's that guy' and it's never that guy. It's always another guy. I love creepy people just chilling in a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I could go on and on, just see this fucking movie. Any real horror fan who doesn't like this movie needs to drop the genre and start watching some other genre cause you don't know what the fuck you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, it's perfect. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Did You Learn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One of the weirdest, most awkward scenes ever in a horror movie has the capacity to turn me on. You'll know what scene I'm talking about, but I doubt you'll react how I did. It's not like I had a big fucking hard-on pointing skyward, it just turned me on slightly. Not visibly at all. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They don't make movies like this anymore. This movie could only exist when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This movie needs to be fucking seen, I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone needs to start a horror movie tits screen cap website. If that already exists, I'll be so happy. I'm gonna google right after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the movie. It's perfect, to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-3364538706462178564?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3364538706462178564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=3364538706462178564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3364538706462178564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3364538706462178564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review-funhouse.html' title='Movie Review: The Funhouse'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8561935172245223264</id><published>2008-10-08T20:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:24:32.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad ronald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hider in the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolph lundgren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blu-ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child&apos;s play 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chucky'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Child's Play 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Childs-Play-3-Justin-Whalin/dp/B0000AOX08/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1223512435&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41DRRVX9W1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Child's Play 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Jack Bender&lt;br /&gt;90 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently this was played back to back with &lt;a href="http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review-childs-play-2.html"&gt;Child's Play 2&lt;/a&gt; on Showtime HD, thanks to my favorite fat horror geek program director who every once in a while sneaks in gems (debatable) that have never before been seen in HD, and will likely never come out on Blu-ray. I know I say this a lot, but it bears repeating: Thank you, fat man. Yes, even for Child's Play 3, an undeniably shitty movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Does This Movie Suck So Many Cocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my &lt;a href="http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review-childs-play-2.html"&gt;Child's Play 2 review&lt;/a&gt;, Chucky only works when Andy is a little kid, and the size of Chucky. In this one, Andy is fucking sixteen years old. How is Chucky scary if you're sixteen? Fucking punt him into a fire. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the filmmakers realized this problem, and to compensate for the fact that any sixteen year old worth a damn could destroy Chucky before the opening credits finished rolling, they decided to write and cast the faggiest, weakest, pussiest fucking sixteen year old character ever. I swear to god this kid makes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0515128/"&gt;Jason Lively&lt;/a&gt; look like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000185/"&gt;Dolph Lundgren.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck, there's no way I'm buying Andy growing up to be a pussy. After his experiences, he should be a badass by sixteen. He'd totally fucking run away from an orphanage and grow into a tough motherfucking street kid fighting other street kids for food and shit. That's how you start the fucking movie, showing Andy at sixteen beating some other kid's face in for money, and loving every second of it. He's turned into a sadistic monster from fighting in the street half his damn life. Then later you have him stumble on a newspaper with an article about some kid having some experience with a Chucky doll like he had as a youth, and you have Andy travel to the kid's house, sneak in the attic, and start living there to protect the kid from the doll. He'll like befriend the kid, but the kid can't tell his parents, and the kid and Alex work together to fucking defeat Chucky. It'd be like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071186/"&gt;Bad Ronald&lt;/a&gt; meets &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097503/"&gt;Hider in the House&lt;/a&gt; meets the previous Chucky movies. That's how you do a fucking third film. Obviously, the writer didn't think of that great concept though. He even admits he was out of ideas when he wrote Child's Play 3. It's really quite the piece of shit movie. Now let's break it down shit by shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Cocks Does This Movie Suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alright, so the plot is we have tofu-boned sixteen year old Andy joining a military academy, and Chucky mailing himself to the military academy to try THE EXACT SAME PLAN HE HAD IN CHILD'S PLAY 2 THAT DIDN'T WORK. Seriously, I don't mean 'oh, it coulda worked in Child's Play 2 but he got stopped before he could do it' I mean he ATTEMPTED THE VOODOO TO GET BACK INTO ANDY'S BODY BUT THE VOODOO SPELL DIDN'T WORK. THE PLAN WAS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is also pretty much an incredibly formulaic teen military academy movie with Chucky stuck in. Most of the scenes involve the academy, and all the academy stereotypes interacting and doing shit. I have a hunch the writer just picked up a script that was bouncing around and stuck Chucky in it and some death scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The little black kid comic relief is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death scenes are fucking lame as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even talk about this shit anymore. There's a thin line between so bad it's good, and so bad it's bad. This is so bad it's bad. I LOVE so bad it's good. I'll watch a so bad it's good movie any day, but this just ain't it. This is an objectively shitty movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Good In It If Anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The creepy ped barber is a nice touch. I love creepy ped characters in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chucky's death is pretty cool, but not nearly as good as in the second or first movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Did I Learn From This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chucky's a fucking idiot. Seriously, the SAME EXACT VOODOO PLAN THAT DIDN'T WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At military academy, you are allowed to fire a rifle with no training whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can put a special paintball bullet into a regular gun to make the gun a paintball gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Military academies have no guards whatsoever. You can seriously escape as easy as walking off campus to the amusement park 100 yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Black kids aren't scared of walking, talking dolls who curse and brandish knives like white kids are. Black kids will try to befriend them even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A ped barber can die and nobody gives a fuck or has a police investigation or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't see this fucking movie. It sucks cock. It only gets a star beacuse of the ped barber. I love creepy ped characters on the sidelines in movies. They always rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8561935172245223264?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8561935172245223264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8561935172245223264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8561935172245223264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8561935172245223264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review-childs-play-3.html' title='Movie Review: Child&apos;s Play 3'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7435253113372005178</id><published>2008-10-02T02:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:17:46.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child&apos;s play 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenny agutter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chucky'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Child's Play 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Childs-Play-2-Alex-Vincent/dp/0783230451/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1222930186&amp;sr=1-4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YVX1D8ERL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Child's Play 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by John Lafia&lt;br /&gt;84 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with &lt;a href="http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-review-halloween-iii-season-of.html"&gt;Halloween III: Season of the Witch&lt;/a&gt;, this is a movie a horror dork who works for Showtime HD programming selected just for insomniac horror dorks like me to see. Thank you for fighting the good fight, man-who-is-likely-fat. I appreciate what you sneak in every once in a while, and this is you greatest contribution of all: Child's Play 2 and 3 back to back in HD. I could kiss your chode of a penis out of a heterosexual respect, but I wont, because that was hyperbole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Is Chucky So Dope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why; because Chucky is the only horror movie monster who you see all the damn time, is scary when he's not moving, and is downright funny and awesome when he is. You actually fucking root for him when he's moving. That shit is phenomenal. Find me another movie like that. You can't. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Aren't All The Chucky Movies Dope Then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the concept only really worked while Andy was a kid. Chucky is obviously meant to represent Andy's dark urges, and it just gets stupid if Andy isn't dealing with a monster roughly his size, as in Child's Play 3. In that one they made Andy sixteen, since even by horror movie standards, it just wouldn't be all that that believable or enjoyable to see a child get stalked by a doll every couple months. This choice to age Andy eight years killed the scare factor though. A sixteen-year-old could punt Chucky the fuck away. Even Don Mancini (who wrote all the Chucky films) admits that Child's Play 3 just plain doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk about Bride of Chucky or Seed of Chucky here. Those are far shittier than Child's Play 3 for a far more fundamental reason: self-parody is fucking uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's far from a great movie, but it's better than it ever needed to be. That goes a long way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are a bunch of shots that are damn near great. One that sticks out in my mind in particular is when Andy enters his foster parents' house for the first time. We see him walk through the foyer and dining room in one static shot, only panning as he moves out of frame. It's eerie, the set direction is beautiful, and if you saw just that shot you'd think it was from a film far better than Child's Play 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The animatronics are phenomenal. The subtle facial movements on Chucky are handled extremely well, and no movement feels cheesy. Everything in this respect is far better than the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP95bmqHZKM"&gt;Jenny Agutter&lt;/a&gt; is gorgeous and I have a total crush on her. Even in this completely non-sexual role. The other actors are alright, too. They do their best with the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The part where Chucky yells "FLOOR IT!" and the girl says "Yeah right, in this station wagon?" and Chucky replies with a disappointed "SHIT!" I ran that back like four times. Hilarious timing and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The death after death after death of Chucky in the final act. They really wanted to top the previous film's iconic and gorgeous climax, and though they didn't, this climax is far more exciting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story isn't as tight as the first one. The first one is very simple and plausible, with a fantastic climax. This one involved some blatant stretching in a lot of parts to make the plot work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pace is a bit off. Pace is a big dealbreaker for me. I should probably devote an entire post to what makes for good pace in films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Did I Learn From This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheesy 80's blue lightning, though a convincing sign of evil to the audience, is apparently an everyday occurrence to the head of a toy company, and no heed should be paid to such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toy factory machines are as bright and colorful as the toys they produce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Newspaper truck drivers routinely leave the back of their truck open. One can only assume this is to air out newspapers, or encourage hop-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liquor stores only accept cash, even when it matters not to the events in the story whether or not said character is able to purchase his liquor or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Kelly totally saw Child's Play 2 and cast Beth Grant for Donnie Darko off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only black person in the county drives the newspaper truck. Maybe that's why he leave's the back of his truck open. Cause fuck this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two Chucky films are classics. Third is inherently flawed, but not as bad as the two after. I'm sure younger generations will be easier on Bride and Seed, but for me they're like the Star Wars prequels in terribleness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP95bmqHZKM"&gt;Jenny Agutter&lt;/a&gt; in Logan's Run. If you don't fall in love with her in that, I don't care to know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7435253113372005178?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7435253113372005178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7435253113372005178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7435253113372005178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7435253113372005178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review-childs-play-2.html' title='Movie Review: Child&apos;s Play 2'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-4006152049554801051</id><published>2008-09-13T03:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:52:59.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food poisoning'/><title type='text'>Food Poisoning: Not a fan</title><content type='html'>I'd like to go on the record here in saying that &lt;b&gt;I am not a fan of food poisoning,&lt;/b&gt; neither the illness I am currently suffering from after eating oven pizza that I guess someone must've wiped their ass with, nor the method of murdering someone-- what with the black bottle with the skull on it, and the pouring of the bubbling green liquid into the food, and the cloud of devil steam from said contact of liquid to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-4006152049554801051?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4006152049554801051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=4006152049554801051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4006152049554801051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4006152049554801051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-poisoning-not-fan.html' title='Food Poisoning: Not a fan'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-3964458664936034709</id><published>2008-08-25T17:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:59:38.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony korine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larry clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken park'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Ken Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Park-Uncut-Uncensored-Directors-Version/dp/B000298WFE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Z1TXXECPL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ken Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Larry Clark&lt;br /&gt;96 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good question. I don't really care for Larry Clark or Harmony Korine's work. I haven't seen all of their films, but I was severely disappointed with Kids, Bully, and Gummo. I'd sworn off seeing anything else by them, but the controversy surrounding Ken Park intrigued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief recap of said controversy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Park"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, 'The movie was not shown in the United Kingdom after director Larry Clark punched and attempted to strangle Hamish McAlpine, the head of the UK distributor for the film, Metro Tartan. According to Clark, McAlpine expressed support for Hamas terrorist attacks against Israeli civilians, and, when an appalled Clark asked him about women and children victims of Hamas terrorism, McAlpine basically said that they deserved to die, at which point the altercation began. Clark was arrested and spent several hours in custody, and McAlpine was left with a broken nose.'&lt;br /&gt;- It is banned in Australia for its sexual content.&lt;br /&gt;- In New Zealand, it is only able to be viewed in film festivals or film courses, due to its R18 rating.&lt;br /&gt;- Since its completion in 2002, the movie has not found a distributor in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't gonna go out of my way and order some import DVD of this for $25 (after all, the odds were I'd hate it, given the filmmakers) but I figured if I ever came across a copy a friend had, I'd give it a shot to see what all the fuss over the content was about. After years and years, that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Did I Think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it's a good movie per se, but there's some good stuff in it. Lemme get to the bad stuff first, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Utilizes several pointless voice overs and title cards in the first 15 minutes, and again at the very end of the film. There's no reason for them to be there at all. Be a slice of life, movie. Don't try to be a visual novel. Harmony's writing is far too atrocious for the latter to ever be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Glaringly atrocious dialogue in several scenes. Borderline after school special. I don't care that some of the characters in this movie are based on real people from news stories, I assure you they didn't talk like that one bit. Feels like Harmony got really lazy writing a few scenes, and had nobody to tell him his shit stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Several stupid character arcs, and useless scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Terrible cinematography. Far too many close ups. Zoom the fuck out and leave the camera be sometimes. Tell a story with the kind of shots you use and when, for chrissake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great acting performances all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All sex and violence is handled remarkably tastefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is It Banned For Then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking clue. People are retarded. I don't particularly care for Clark or Korine, but I don't think any of their movies deserve not to be seen. Especially not this one, which is the best thing I've seen of either of them. There are a lot good scenes in this, and I wish sex was handled this well in most movies with LESS graphic content. I don't feel any real need to see this movie straight through ever again, but particular scenes I would watch over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't watch another Harmony Korine movie, as the idea of him having full control over one of his scripts makes me cringe, but I will watch Larry Clark's other stuff. Could be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-3964458664936034709?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3964458664936034709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=3964458664936034709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3964458664936034709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3964458664936034709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-review-ken-park.html' title='Movie Review: Ken Park'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7042662254964429743</id><published>2008-08-03T22:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:38:45.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season of the witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom atkins'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Halloween III: Season of the Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Halloween-III-Season-Tom-Atkins/dp/B0000AOX09/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1217817439&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41CRG7F7M9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween III: Season of the Witch &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Tommy Lee Wallace&lt;br /&gt; 96 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m convinced some pretty cool, nerdy people work in programming at HD movie channels such as HBO, Showtime, Starz, etc., because every once in a while they sneak in horror gems such as this— and in the past, The Gate, Night of the Creeps, From Beyond— movies that studios will probably never see the use in releasing on Blu-Ray. Thank you, nerds. I know you’re out there, and I thank you for using your power for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Dude I Heard This Movie Is God Awful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the movie nobody asked for— a Halloween sequel with no Michael Myers in it, or connection to him whatsoever. You see, after Halloween II, John Carpenter and Debra Hill decided fuck Michael Myers, he’s not that great a character in the first place, let’s just produce a movie a year in an ongoing Halloween series, where each year we’ll have another unique serial killer do something fucked up on Halloween night. It was a clever concept, but the cards were stacked against them from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the movie-going public craved Michael Myers, this movie had to be better than or equal to the first Halloween movie for them to accept it. Such a feat would be near impossible without Carpenter or a similar established talent writing or directing. Their choice of Tommy Lee Wallace, who’s previous film experience was only in writing a mediocre sequel to The Amityville Horror, was pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to be expected, this film was not better than Halloween. The mere fact that there was no Michael Myers made the movie seem all the worse to movie-goers, when in actuality, this is a pretty good, sparingly flawed horror movie that would probably have been received well if it wasn’t released as a Halloween sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The opening titles are phenomenal, and one of my favorites of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64BZ3jz0Pm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64BZ3jz0Pm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Youtube does not do them justice at all, they are incredibly vibrant and eerie in HD. The colors are a hell of a lot brighter, and the flashing at the end is intense. I’d suck a dick to see this in a movie theater.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tom Atkins. I could watch this guy in anything. If you loved him in Night of the Creeps, here he is in a starring role (albeit a less over-the-top performance) but he kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The commercials in the movie for halloween masks are fantastic. The jingle is infectious. If they sound familiar, Richard Kelly used them in Donnie Darko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good pace. Though this is a cheesy, stupid horror movie, I did find myself getting interested in the story, which is an impressive feat given how ludicrous the events in this movie are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The female lead is hot. She's like if you fused together that tough chick that was on a few seasons of Saved By The Bell and Shelley Duvall. She's not a good actress, but she's fun to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unusual and, quite memorable gore. There aren't a lot of gory moments, but they're all pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preposterous third act that took me out of the movie completely. While the actually ending is pretty good, the climax is atrocious. I mean, it's enjoyably bad in parts, but fuck, I'm talking plot holes galore, and absolutely no suspense to the climax. That's really the only thing that hurts this movie, which would probably be a 4 1/2 if it weren't for it.  That other 1/2 unaccounted for would be how badly it starts after the pristine opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Learned Watching This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just because a movie has 'witch' in the title doesn't mean there has to be a witch in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doctors don't really have to go to work per se. They can leave the hospital whenever they want, and for days at a time even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robots bleed orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7042662254964429743?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7042662254964429743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7042662254964429743&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7042662254964429743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7042662254964429743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-review-halloween-iii-season-of.html' title='Movie Review: Halloween III: Season of the Witch'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-5176406320478872847</id><published>2008-07-26T16:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:46:50.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a giant vagina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explanations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.a.o. schwartz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree shops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bit by tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Possible Explanations For My Tiger Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/tiger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are possible explanations for my tiger dream. Keep in mind that these are only &lt;b&gt;one man's opinion.&lt;/b&gt; If you are seeking the opinion of more than one man, or a different man, click &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=other+men%27s+opinions+on+tigers&amp;btnG=Google+Search" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Ha! There &lt;b&gt;are none.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you have your own opinion on what my tiger dream means, please feel free to comment on this post. Only the best opinions will be accepted! If your opinion was of objectively low-quality you will not see your opinion appear &lt;b&gt;on this website.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Theory Number One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a giant stuffed tiger. I've had it since I was 10 or so. My grandparents got it for me at a Christmas Tree Shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERJECTION #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that Christmas Tree Shops is actually the name of the store, not the name of all their stores? If you look at their store it says Christmas Tree Shops on it. Not Christmas Tree Shop. &lt;b&gt;The store is plural.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/cts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I make nothing up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF INTERJECTION #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I got the stuffed tiger. It's really quite giant. I'd always wanted a giant stuffed animal as a youth, like the ones at F.A.O. Schwartz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERJECTION #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child of like 6 or 7 I had an F.A.O. Schwartz shirt that said "F A O" on it. Have you ever noticed that the letter O is kinda shaped like the letter G? I was called a fag. I never wore the shirt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF INTERJECTION #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the tiger in the dream represents my youth, and my inability to embrace it? Maybe I'm scared of being young? When I was young all I wanted to do was be older, and not have to go to school, or be around immature people that I didn't want to be around. Maybe this tiger running around in the meadow is my youth chasing me, dying for me to embrace it. Then when it bites me, I realize youth not so bad, and I have nothing to be afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Problems With This Theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda flimsy. I've always despised entitlement, and the concept of grown-ups. I hate respecting elders. I respect people on an individual basis. Age tells you nothing about someone. Also, I have no problems with kid stuff. I saw Kung Fu Panda, and enjoyed myself. The only things I hated about my youth were the other kids that were dicks, and school. This theory doesn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theory Number Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger represents the random, the chaotic; that which cannot be predicted. I'm a hypochondriac, and whenever I get sick I think I've caught some sort of disease. Maybe the dream was about me embracing the fact that in life, shit happens, there is as much chaos as there is order, and that's not a bad thing; it's just a thing, and I have nothing to be scared of. Then later, when I watch a nature documentary I realize that I'm not alone, that everyone is in the same boat when it comes to chaos. It affects and effects us all, and none of us are truly alone with tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Problems With This Theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much. This theory kicks ass and could very well be the message of the dream. It makes more sense than the first theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Theory Number Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger is a giant, hungry vagina. My wrist is my penis. The movie is a porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Problems With This Theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submit theories of your own. Even though I'm leaning towards Theory Number Two, I'm open to other thoughts. Also, feel free to presuppose shit about me. I don't care. Make it interesting. Interesting is cooler than fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-5176406320478872847?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5176406320478872847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=5176406320478872847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5176406320478872847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/5176406320478872847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/possible-explanations-for-my-tiger.html' title='Possible Explanations For My Tiger Dream'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2190424840418736091</id><published>2008-07-26T15:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:42:32.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prospect park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bit by tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>I Had A Dream Last Night I Was Bit By A Tiger</title><content type='html'>This is a tiger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night I was &lt;b&gt;bit by one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I was in one of the meadows in Prospect Park. It was a sunny weekend day, and there were a lot of people around. I was with some friends but I don't remember who. You forget these kinds of things when you get &lt;b&gt;bit by a tiger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/tiger2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly people start screaming in the park. There's commotion afoot. I look around, and theres an orange thing running around and people in jumpsuits trying to wrangle it. It's running fast, and on all fours. &lt;b&gt;It's a tiger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People run and scream and dart every which way. The tiger is running in big spirals around the meadow. I don't know what to do or where to go. I feel like I'm stuck in the ocean and there's a crazy shark. Only it's not a crazy shark. &lt;b&gt;It's a tiger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger is closer to me now and I'm running from it, but it can run faster than me and it always makes it to wherever in the meadow I run before me. It's not running after me per se, me and the tiger just want to be in the same place at the same time it seems. Anyway, now the tiger is like fifteen feet from me. It's close as shit. I back up slowly from it, and it darts at me. The people in jumpsuits can't do shit. I brace myself for the tiger coming at me and put my hands up. &lt;b&gt;The tiger bites me in the wrist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger's mouth stays on my wrist, its teeth IN my wrist, for a long time. It hurts but it's not as bad as I thought it'd be. I thought my wrist would come the fuck off, but it doesn't. Also there's not really any blood. The tiger chews a bit on the wrist and then hurries off. &lt;b&gt;Then the tiger comes back and does it again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bites my wrist again, same shit, not so bad, not that it doesn't hurt, it's just not so bad. Then the tiger runs off again and this time it's wrangled. I walk away holding my wrist, which is now bleeding slightly and swollen, and go to a movie. &lt;b&gt;A movie about nature.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a movie theater with a tiger-bitten wrist watching a nature documentary when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A FUCKING TIGER BIT ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2190424840418736091?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2190424840418736091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2190424840418736091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2190424840418736091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2190424840418736091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-dream-last-night-i-was-bit-by.html' title='I Had A Dream Last Night I Was Bit By A Tiger'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8544982671052455549</id><published>2008-07-20T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:25:28.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sylvester stallone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over the top'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Over The Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Over-Top-Sylvester-Stallone/dp/B0007TKNKG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1216596020&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51S7WE18ZEL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over The Top &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Menahem Golan&lt;br /&gt; 93 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Stallone fan. I think he’s a cool guy, and very good in interviews. The Q&amp;A’s he’s done with Ain’t It Cool News are particularly great. I love or like all the Rambo and Rocky movies. Because people love ranking them, here’s my ranking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rocky &lt;br /&gt;- Rocky III&lt;br /&gt; - Rocky II&lt;br /&gt; - Rocky V&lt;br /&gt; - Rocky IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rambo&lt;br /&gt; - Rambo: First Blood Part II &lt;br /&gt;- First Blood&lt;br /&gt; - Rambo III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, I’ll rank the other series people love to rank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt; - Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope&lt;br /&gt; - Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith &lt;br /&gt;- Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi &lt;br /&gt;- Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt; - Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom &lt;br /&gt;- Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt; - Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt; - Being Stabbed In The Face&lt;br /&gt; - Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to Over The Top. Stallone + arm wrestling championship + my favorite episode of Dexter’s Laboratory parodying it to a certain extent = movie I need to see. I picked up for like $6 a while back, but never ended up watching it. I think I was working through The Wire at the time, and was too deeply engrossed in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s Good About It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great soundtrack, if you’re into that sorta thing. Will be excruciating for those who aren’t, but I love these kinds of 80’s soundtracks. I’m not even going to describe the soundtrack further than that, because it’ll take the fun out of hearing the first song in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even though this is a pretty formulaic father and son tale, there are a few twists and turns you don’t expect that make it stand out from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The arm wrestling tournament is fun and exciting. I’m a sucker for tournaments in movies though, so I’m biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stallone is very good. He’s not playing a particularly deep character, but his performance really makes you feel like this guy has had a past where he’s been through some shit. The amount of his past that’s left to the imagination really puts you into the shoes of his son, making the emotional impact of this film a lot stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Really funny unintentional pedophilic undertones. Like the soundtrack, I don’t wanna ruin the moments for you, but you’ll know them when they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s It Lack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The actor playing the kid isn’t that great, and the lines he’s given aren’t so hot either. It’s not distracting per se, it’s just noticeably weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some scenes toward the beginning involving the kid’s grandfather feel unnecessary and drag. Would have liked those scenes shortened, and more scenes of Stallone and the kid on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Did You Learn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stallone can be a good actor in things other than Rocky and Rambo. Previously, I’d only seen him in Cobra and Cliffhanger besides those, and both are pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The move “over the top” in arm wrestling. I can’t wait to try it out on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Truckers sleep in the front seats, not on cots in the back of the truck. Weird. There’s so much space back there! Silly truckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in the mood for this kind of thing, you’ll enjoy yourself. I can’t see this movie exciting anyone who doesn’t already dig the premise, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8544982671052455549?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8544982671052455549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8544982671052455549&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8544982671052455549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8544982671052455549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-over-top.html' title='Movie Review: Over The Top'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1100979116896603656</id><published>2008-07-17T02:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:21:42.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prachya pinkaew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jija yanin vismitananda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/?_from=R40&amp;_trksid=m38&amp;_nkw=chocolate+dvd+thai&amp;_sacat=See-All-Categories"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Prachya Pinkaew&lt;br /&gt;110 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big martial arts movie fan, and I've loved Pinkaew and Tony Jaa's output so far. When I saw the trailer for this online a while back, I couldn't wait to see it. This girl was being heralded as the female Tony Jaa, and her moves seemed top notch.  Found out a few days ago that the thai DVD of this was out, ordered it on ebay, and it came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Are You Not Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy this movie if you love Tony Jaa. Buy this movie if you love martial arts. Buy this movie if you love martial arts without stunt doubles or CGI or wires. Buy this movie just cause. Fuck, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's So Good About It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great pace, concept, and execution. Phenomenal action sequences. These guys are really devoted to their craft, and they get hurt a lot too as a result. The credits are full of what injuries occurred. I also think this is probably the best movie since Kill Bill for girls. Girls need movies where girls kick ass. There are too many movies with girls in incredibly insulting roles where they don't get to do shit but stand there while other people kick ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Are You A Feminist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pro people kicking ass. I think if more people kicked some ass this world would be a better place. If I went out with a girl and she punched me in the face I'd marry her and kick her in the ribs. I'm not talking about angry or evil violence, I'm talking about what's good and healthy. We'd have stronger kids than you'd ever think possible.  They'd change the world and fight crime. I'd fuck and fight my wife every night and make even more kids. They'd all grow up to be great people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1100979116896603656?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1100979116896603656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1100979116896603656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1100979116896603656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1100979116896603656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-chocolate.html' title='Movie Review: Chocolate'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1893383594761488317</id><published>2008-07-12T16:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:49:27.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out for justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven seagal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Out For Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out-Justice-Steven-Seagal/dp/0790740834/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215909146&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/71AVEGK3Q4L._SL500_AA240_.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out For Justice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by John Flynn &lt;br /&gt;91 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Seagal rules, I don’t give a fuck. People say he’s washed up, his acting sucks, and he fights wooden, but those people haven’t seen him in his prime. He was once the fucking man. I’ve seen Above The Law, Hard To Kill, and Under Siege. According to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seagalogy-Study-Ass-Kicking-Steven-Seagal/dp/1845769279/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1215909290&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Seagalogy&lt;/a&gt;, my new bible, this one’s even better than those, so I picked it up for three dollars on half.com a few weeks ago, and finally got a chance to watch it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is This Amazing Movie Holy Fuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only his best movie, but it’s definitely one of my top three favorite action movies of all time. It’s unlike any other action movie I know, and it doesn’t miss a fucking beat. Not one scene in this entire movie drags. Damn near every other line is quotable. The action is fantastic. I want to watch this movie again right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Learned From This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you use a weapon against Seagal, it will be used against you.&lt;br /&gt;- A true man solves his problems not with the entire NYPD police force at his disposal, but with an unmarked car and a shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;- If Seagal says he hopes to see you again, he will see you again, and he will hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;- Dogs can be kept in locked cars all night and be fine, as long as you buy two bags of 'puppy dog food' and a six-pack of seltzer and leave them unopened next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Do You Mean There’s Gotta Be Some Stuff That Sucks About It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing. I’m fucking serious, this is a great movie. I laughed and cheered throughout and I wish I could see it on a big screen so fucking badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else. Go see this movie right fuck now, I don’t care who you are. Anyone who doesn’t like this movie is a shit head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1893383594761488317?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1893383594761488317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1893383594761488317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1893383594761488317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1893383594761488317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-out-for-justice.html' title='Movie Review: Out For Justice'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2840384581321255924</id><published>2008-07-12T01:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:31:26.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trey parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cannibal the musical'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Cannibal The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cannibal-Musical-Dian-Bachar/dp/B00000K3TK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215838938&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21Z2MFDF26L._SL500_AA140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cannibal: The Musical &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Trey Parker&lt;br /&gt; 96 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it for three dollars at a Gamestop back when Gamestop sold used DVD’s. Is that just a regional thing, or is that across the country? In NYC they don’t sell used DVD’s anymore. It’s a shame because you could always find cheap gems if you sifted through. Anyway, I just never ended up watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Knowing About Said Movie Going In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made in college by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. Got picked up by Troma. Gory stuff. Musical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Am Knowing After Said Movie Finished&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of funny jokes in this, some gut-busting. There are jokes that miss too, and parts that drag,  but it was made by students on their vacations. If this were a big production, I’d be harsher on it, but I know what it’s like to work with limitations, and I’ve seen a lot of student-made crap. This is definitely not student-made crap. You can tell by watching this movie that Trey Parker and Matt Stone were brilliant way before South Park, and naturals waiting for an audience to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What About The Gory Stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fully desensitized to movie gore, so I’m a bad judge on what’s gory or not, but this is Monty Python type stuff to me. Fun stuff, not scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What About The Musical Stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of them are phenomenal, a few are forgettable. The main one will be stuck in your head forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be discouraged just cause this is an uneven student film. There are some truly hilarious moments in here that can’t be missed, especially if you’re a fan of Trey and Matt’s other work. Remember, this isn’t a student film by your stoner friends at Brooklyn College shot on VHS-C, this is a student film by two guys who changed animated comedy forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2840384581321255924?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2840384581321255924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2840384581321255924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2840384581321255924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2840384581321255924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-cannibal-musical.html' title='Movie Review: Cannibal The Musical'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-8039179914823365313</id><published>2008-07-10T02:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:24:00.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meryl streep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defending your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albert brooks'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Defending Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Defending-Your-Life-Albert-Brooks/dp/B000056WRG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215671719&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Q9NQZZ5ZL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defending Your LIfe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Albert Brooks&lt;br /&gt; 112 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star2.gif"&gt; (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on Universal HD and I DVR’d it. DVR’d movies will be getting reviews, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Know About Albert Brooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. More than skateboarding, at least. I’ve seen &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-America-Candy-Ann-Brown/dp/B000056WRF/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672048&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Lost In America&lt;/a&gt; (Great) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Muse-Jamie-Alexis/dp/6305717001/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672078&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Muse&lt;/a&gt; (Good, underrated) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Looking-Comedy-Muslim-World-WS/dp/B000FS9FD0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672111&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Looking For Comedy in the Muslim World&lt;/a&gt; (Borderline passable) and I generally like his vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is This Stuff Coming Out Of My Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I don’t cry from movies often. The only movies I’ve cried during are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fall-Ellen-Barber/dp/B00066VTVW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672136&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brown-Bunny-Elizabeth-Blake-II/dp/B0009VRHLK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672179&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Brown Bunny&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/3-Iron-Seung-yeon-Lee/dp/B000A1OFZA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215672207&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;3-Iron&lt;/a&gt;. Never as hard as during this movie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is It That Has Caused The Eye Leak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got out of a relationship, and though it ended amicably and we’re still great friends, there was a lot of tragedy to it. Certain things in this movie paralleled what I'd went through, and thus struck a chord. Not even a dinky three-note power chord, I mean a fucking barred F right across the first fret; heavy and painful to the un-callused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What About The Rest Of The Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very good movie. Only drags in a few spots (both during two early trial scenes) so I can’t give it the full five stars, but otherwise it’s pitch-perfect. Albert Brooks and Meryl Streep have a phenomenal chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Are You Gonna Do Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You’re Not Gonna Go Keep Crying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else Do You Have To Say For Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best. She did her best. We made the right decision for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else About The Movie I Mean Like Fun Facts Or Whatever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, Rip Torn is in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Could Have Learned That On IMDB In My Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that Albert Brooks was born Albert Einstein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Dude That Is Like Seriously On Albert Brooks' IMDB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone. I need tissues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-8039179914823365313?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8039179914823365313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=8039179914823365313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8039179914823365313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/8039179914823365313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-defending-your-life.html' title='Movie Review: Defending Your Life'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-4811135536567260403</id><published>2008-07-09T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:24:14.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cody clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coam nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick charmoski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit of the vine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Fruit of the Vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000077VQS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5137DRNM20L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fruit of the Vine &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Super 8 Film by Coam Nichols &amp; Rick Charmoski &lt;br /&gt;Approx. 50 Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.codyclarke.com/star.gif"&gt; (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Am I Doing With This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a favor for a friend who had a film released by Plexifilm, so he gave me a few Plexifilm DVD’s to repay me, and this was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Know About Skating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know very much about skating. Most of what I do know about it, I learned from the first few Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater games— which is to say I know names of tricks and well-known skaters, as well as what they’d look like rendered in polygons. Everything else I know is pretty much common knowledge: Tony Hawk did a ‘900’, Stacy Peralta discovered some skaters in ‘Dogtown’, the black stuff is called grip tape, etc. Now you know where I’m coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Learned From This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of abandoned or unkempt pools in southern California in poor neighborhoods that used to be white middle class neighborhoods. Skaters sneak onto these properties, clean up the pools, and skate in them. Sometimes they don’t get caught, sometimes the owners or police get angry at the skaters, and a few times the owners are cool with them skating in the pool, because they’re polite and clean up the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s Cool About This Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot of good Super 8 footage of pool skating, and it’s a decent slice of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What This Movie Lacks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’d be nice to know more about the dudes you’re watching skating, but you learn basically nothing about them. Also, it drags in parts, and could have been fleshed out a bit more. I’m assuming they were just doing what they could with the footage they had, but the pace is off. Feels unfinished. I don’t really feel any pull to watch it ever again, and if I did, I’d probably just put it on for vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catalog number is 002, so I’m assuming this is the second Plexifilm release.&lt;br /&gt;They use the font Impact a lot in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watching a skater skate a fish pond is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-4811135536567260403?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4811135536567260403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=4811135536567260403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4811135536567260403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4811135536567260403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-fruit-of-vine.html' title='Movie Review: Fruit of the Vine'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6514097425854003115</id><published>2008-07-09T04:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:52:43.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies i own but haven&apos;t watched yet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><title type='text'>Movies I Own But Haven't Watched Yet</title><content type='html'>The following are all movies I own, but haven't watched yet. This is usually due to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Finding a particular DVD extremely cheap, knowing I'll probably like it, and purchasing it.&lt;br /&gt;2) DVD's that were gifts from other people, and have put off watching just cause I forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list my seem like a lot, but I own five or six times the amount I haven't seen. Still, I don't like that there are all these movies in my house waiting to be watched, so I'm gonna start working my way through them, and as I do, reviewing them on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list: &lt;br /&gt;(As I watch these, I'll mark them by crossing them out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fistful of Dollars &lt;br /&gt;Death Race 2000 &lt;br /&gt;Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry &lt;br /&gt;Duck, You Sucker&lt;br /&gt; Fire Down Below &lt;br /&gt;For A Few Dollars More &lt;br /&gt;The Glimmer Man &lt;br /&gt;The Good, The Bad, &amp; The Ugly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Out For Justice &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Over The Top&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akira &lt;br /&gt; Bottle Fairy &lt;br /&gt;Captain Herlock&lt;br /&gt; Fighting Spirit &lt;br /&gt;Human Crossing &lt;br /&gt;Lupin The Third &lt;br /&gt;Master Keaton &lt;br /&gt;Paranoia Agent &lt;br /&gt;Samurai Champloo &lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Hound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being There &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cannibal The Musical &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Film Crew: Wild Women of Wongo&lt;br /&gt; Rosencrantz &amp; Guildenstern Are Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Documentary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fruit of the Vine &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise Old Little Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Interiors &lt;br /&gt;Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt; Possession&lt;br /&gt; September &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foreign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguirre, The Wrath of God &lt;br /&gt;The Castle&lt;br /&gt; A Chinese Odyssey: Part One &lt;br /&gt;A Chinese Odyssey: Part Two &lt;br /&gt;Christo &amp; Jeanne-Claude: Christo in Paris&lt;br /&gt; Christo &amp; Jeanne-Claude: Islands &lt;br /&gt;Christo &amp; Jeanne-Claude: Running Fence &lt;br /&gt;Christo &amp; Jeanne-Claude: Umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;Cobra Verde &lt;br /&gt;Code Unknown&lt;br /&gt; Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge &lt;br /&gt;The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser &lt;br /&gt;Even Dwarfs Started Small &lt;br /&gt;Fata Morgana&lt;br /&gt; Fight Back To School 2 &lt;br /&gt;Fight Back To School 3 &lt;br /&gt;Fist of Fury 1991 &lt;br /&gt;Fitzcarraldo &lt;br /&gt;Hard Boiled&lt;br /&gt; The Killer &lt;br /&gt;Lawyer Lawyer &lt;br /&gt;Legend of the Black Scorpion &lt;br /&gt;Lessons of Darkness&lt;br /&gt; Little Dieter Needs To Fly &lt;br /&gt;The Lucky Guy &lt;br /&gt;My Best Fiend &lt;br /&gt;My Hero &lt;br /&gt;Nosferatu: Phantom Der Nacht&lt;br /&gt; The Piano Teacher &lt;br /&gt;Return of the Sister Street Fighter&lt;br /&gt; Romper Stomper &lt;br /&gt;Royal Tramp 1&lt;br /&gt; Royal Tramp 2 &lt;br /&gt;Sister Street Fighter: Fifth Level Fist &lt;br /&gt;Sister Street Fighter: Hanging By A Thread &lt;br /&gt;Sixty Million Dollar Man&lt;br /&gt; Stroszek &lt;br /&gt;Tricky Master &lt;br /&gt;Woyczek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Chase&lt;br /&gt; Jack Frost &lt;br /&gt;Night of the Comet&lt;br /&gt; Puppet Master 3-8 &lt;br /&gt;Slime City &lt;br /&gt;Song of the South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sci-Fi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Nation &lt;br /&gt;Captain America &lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four (Original)&lt;br /&gt; Stargate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV Series&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures of Brisco County Jr. &lt;br /&gt;Alien Nation &lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;Buffy The Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: Tomb of the Cybermen &lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: Green Death &lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: Androids of Tara &lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: Power of Kroll &lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: Armageddon Factor&lt;br /&gt; Doogie Howser M.D.&lt;br /&gt;Joe 90&lt;br /&gt; Kids of Degrassi Street &lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu &lt;br /&gt;The Prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Rocky &amp; Bullwinkle&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Service&lt;br /&gt;Terrahawks &lt;br /&gt;Time Slip &lt;br /&gt;Ultraman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6514097425854003115?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6514097425854003115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6514097425854003115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6514097425854003115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6514097425854003115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies-i-own-but-havent-watched-yet.html' title='Movies I Own But Haven&apos;t Watched Yet'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-983948987469268932</id><published>2007-10-23T03:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:40:26.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretzel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Bye in the Park: Summer 2006</title><content type='html'>The rain is frightening&lt;br&gt; And the park is bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My canvas shoes&lt;br&gt; Are gonna need the dry cleaner&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one&lt;br&gt; Who wanted to see me&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br&gt; I step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She steps closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you’re leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is big&lt;br&gt; I kick some bark and hug her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts her head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk so tough&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;br&gt; But you’re always so soft in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br&gt; I kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss for a while&lt;br&gt; And then I feel the need to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my head on her shoulder and begin &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never had a chance&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start anything real&lt;br&gt; Or normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that far though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can still have sex on holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dry my eyes&lt;br&gt; Let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave that part&lt;br&gt; And walk until there’s a pretzel guy&lt;br&gt; And I buy her one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a piece of it&lt;br&gt; Goodbye&lt;br&gt; I chew it and turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br&gt; With her mouth full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-983948987469268932?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-490508160511488644</id><published>2007-10-23T03:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:41:09.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salisbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snore'/><title type='text'>Salisbury, England: Summer 2005</title><content type='html'>Ugh&lt;br&gt; A nice day-long hunger&lt;br&gt; Weakening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm&lt;br&gt; I can taste it&lt;br&gt; It tastes like my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff&lt;br&gt; My sheets for tonight&lt;br&gt; Thank you Hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br&gt; This guy underneath me snoring&lt;br&gt; Like it’s the right thing to do&lt;br&gt; Like he’s helping the room of eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sniff&lt;br&gt; These sheets smell&lt;br&gt; Like so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br&gt; What it’ll be like to eat a meal tomorrow&lt;br&gt; After none today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More snoring&lt;br&gt; Fine be my clock or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright light&lt;br&gt; I actually fell asleep&lt;br&gt; God is a nice person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Thirty&lt;br&gt; You’ve got to be kidding&lt;br&gt; All these people are getting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Forty Five&lt;br&gt; I’ll take a shower&lt;br&gt; Then sip tea and play solitaire&lt;br&gt; Until the girlfriend comes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir&lt;br&gt; I wonder if the women’s dorm was quieter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shuffle&lt;br&gt; This game is inherently flawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br&gt; There she is&lt;br&gt; She looks so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br&gt; Blah blah baby blah&lt;br&gt; Blah baby blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp&lt;br&gt; Doors to the food are open&lt;br&gt; Fucking finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff&lt;br&gt; Barely any of this is vegan&lt;br&gt; But I am starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab&lt;br&gt; The stuff that isn’t meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br&gt; Eat eat eat eat&lt;br&gt; Eat eat eat eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br&gt; Let’s go to the bank&lt;br&gt; And then get some Subway&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br&gt; Fucking yes&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br&gt; Love you&lt;br&gt; She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br&gt; Love you too&lt;br&gt; I say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-490508160511488644?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/490508160511488644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=490508160511488644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/490508160511488644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/490508160511488644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/10/salisbury-england-autumn-2007.html' title='Salisbury, England: Summer 2005'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-6021336934920904105</id><published>2007-10-22T17:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:41:30.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sick: Autumn 2007</title><content type='html'>Just let me in, Darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be me&lt;br&gt; Let me treat you&lt;br&gt; How I see you, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing that I’ve got&lt;br&gt; Couldn’t possibly&lt;br&gt; Penetrate you, Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did and I don’t&lt;br&gt; Understand anything, Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we’re equal&lt;br&gt; I can do anything, Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s go, Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get out of here&lt;br&gt; Pretty soon, Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can start over&lt;br&gt; When we’re gone, Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was going to happen anyway, Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-6021336934920904105?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6021336934920904105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=6021336934920904105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6021336934920904105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/6021336934920904105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-autumn-2007.html' title='Sick: Autumn 2007'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-2078782159254536075</id><published>2007-10-09T04:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:41:52.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing wirelessly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another night'/><title type='text'>Another Night: Autumn 2007</title><content type='html'>Don’t wake me&lt;br&gt; I scrawl onto printer paper&lt;br&gt; And affix to my door&lt;br&gt; With a scrap of clear tape&lt;br&gt; From the side of a box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting my computer down&lt;br&gt; I sigh and rub my face circularly&lt;br&gt; As I think of you&lt;br&gt; Enjoying your 2 AM&lt;br&gt; In fucking California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn birds wake happily&lt;br&gt; I shut my windows tight&lt;br&gt; Blast the big AC&lt;br&gt; Creating a fat noise&lt;br&gt; So I can sleep nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream comes quickly&lt;br&gt; I’m watching TV in it&lt;br&gt; New episode of Lost&lt;br&gt; Better than I could write&lt;br&gt; Had I been awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon I get up to pee&lt;br&gt; I do so with shut eyes&lt;br&gt; Come back to bed&lt;br&gt; Pet the cat now in it&lt;br&gt; And sleep close to her fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2PM&lt;br&gt; I’m ready for a day&lt;br&gt; Spend it great&lt;br&gt; Better half with art&lt;br&gt; Later half with you&lt;br&gt; Writing wirelessly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-2078782159254536075?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2078782159254536075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=2078782159254536075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2078782159254536075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/2078782159254536075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-night-autumn-2007.html' title='Another Night: Autumn 2007'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-3606801896612002921</id><published>2007-10-08T04:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:42:22.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tony danza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrews sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calluses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pax tv'/><title type='text'>Vacation: Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>It’s earlier than you’d ever believe I’d be up&lt;br&gt; And everything is spinning as slow as possible&lt;br&gt; As I chew yogurt and granola&lt;br&gt; And listen to the Andrews Sisters&lt;br&gt; On the car’s radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping makes me feel the world&lt;br&gt; And I could cry at the drop of anything&lt;br&gt; I feel weak and I crave a guitar&lt;br&gt; And the sun to go down&lt;br&gt; My own bedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAX TV back at the hotel&lt;br&gt; And I’m bawling&lt;br&gt; As Tony Danza builds an ark&lt;br&gt; And I struggle to sleep&lt;br&gt; Wake up stoic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of vacation&lt;br&gt; And another without you&lt;br&gt; Or the reason why I was born&lt;br&gt; And swimming is fun and all&lt;br&gt; But I miss calluses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-3606801896612002921?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3606801896612002921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=3606801896612002921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3606801896612002921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/3606801896612002921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation: Summer 2007'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-1485750286651281441</id><published>2007-09-24T04:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:43:30.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem about a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Selfless: Autumn 2007</title><content type='html'>Oh to have you&lt;br&gt; Hold your hand&lt;br&gt; Really hold it&lt;br&gt; Inside and out&lt;br&gt; Guide you up&lt;br&gt; Build your head&lt;br&gt; Take your turns&lt;br&gt; Like my own&lt;br&gt; Kiss your face&lt;br&gt; Feel my love&lt;br&gt; Quiet rocking&lt;br&gt; As I fuck you&lt;br&gt; Out of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-1485750286651281441?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1485750286651281441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=1485750286651281441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1485750286651281441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/1485750286651281441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/09/selfless-august-2007.html' title='Selfless: Autumn 2007'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-4044750231034227724</id><published>2007-09-24T02:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:44:03.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem about a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war is over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>The Quagmire: Autumn 2007</title><content type='html'>I wake well into the day&lt;br&gt; To the groan&lt;br&gt; Of your car’s withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey steam&lt;br&gt; Fills the room&lt;br&gt; From your recent shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lipstick like&lt;br&gt; Bullet shells&lt;br&gt; On the Motel floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white sleep shirt&lt;br&gt; Droops off the TV&lt;br&gt; The war is over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-4044750231034227724?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4044750231034227724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=4044750231034227724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4044750231034227724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/4044750231034227724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/2007/09/quagmire-autumn-2007.html' title='The Quagmire: Autumn 2007'/><author><name>Cody Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10262116839917351748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sqAJgMZuII/S2aO3hELv7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o7Ib_r_FLfY/S220/dvdtalk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27671693.post-7818198853858751349</id><published>2007-09-06T02:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:44:33.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem about a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Irish Marriage (Italics by Nadia)</title><content type='html'>Irish Marriage (Italics by Nadia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we were married in Ireland I was always happy&lt;br /&gt;in the sun lying in the greenest grass you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and having kids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while our kids danced a jig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful kids&lt;br /&gt;and we wore giant sweaters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your beautiful big belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;made of the wool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your big pregnant belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from our sheep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing your belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and our faces aching every night&lt;br /&gt;before we went to sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your protruding belly button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;because we smiled too much&lt;br /&gt;during the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your big fucking milk breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the lake and the swans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and your smile of accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;after each day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;in the school house behind the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;where you shear sheep when the season came&lt;br /&gt;and all our children have traditional gaelic names&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the garlic in the food&lt;br /&gt;and the potatoes&lt;br /&gt;and your big milk breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and your big fertile cock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7818198853858751349?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cody-clarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7818198853858751349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27671693&amp;postID=7818198853858751349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27671693/posts/default/7818198853858751349'/><link rel='self' 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term='summer 2005'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harpoon wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Girl in my bed: Autumn 2005</title><content type='html'>Girl in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Wears smiles proudly&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t try them on first&lt;br /&gt;Or see what they’d go best with&lt;br /&gt;She has the strength not to cry&lt;br /&gt;When she sees my harpoon wounds&lt;br /&gt;Tells me I’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;As she holds my hand tightly&lt;br /&gt;I believe in her words&lt;br /&gt;As I believe in cold oceans&lt;br /&gt;And when her whole body moans&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27671693-7879541639159763527?l=cody-clarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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