Play us a song, you're the guitarra man

It's approaching 2pm as I write this, and I have done almost nothing productive all day.

I did manage to take a shower and drive to work. But nothing since.

(Yawn. Belly scratch.)

Short weekend. Who decided that Father's 'Day' was only one Sunday a year? Shouldn't it be a week-long festival like an Italian wedding? And don't even get me started on Mother's Month!

Do you get an additional day for each kid? No!?

(Yawn.)

Yep, yep yep.

Let's see. What else? Oh, I had mentioned that I saw Desperado over the weekend. I've got to say that I didn't like it. Somehow over the last 10 years since its release, I had gotten the idea in my head that it was supposed to be a good movie. I don't know where I got that idea, maybe I made it up? First, Cheech got killed. That's just wrong on so many levels. Then some kid got shot. Was I supposed to care about the kid? Maybe the movie should have let me know.

So Mr. Guitarra had such a strong love for his slain woman that he was willing to kill everyone to exact his revenge. He would gladly die for the chance to punish those responsible. And what was the first thing that he did as soon as the opportunity presented itself?

Yep, he slept with Salma.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't sympathize to some degree. But am I supposed to believe in the purity of his love? It seems less likely to me that he avenging her death, as avenging his property having been taken from him. When you're Banderas, women come and go; but nobody better fuck with your stuff.

I think I just wrote the one-line Cliff Note for the movie. Or maybe the trailer voice-over.

And the damned ending. With the brother secret. If you're going to pull that kind of shit, at least make it interesting.

"Luke, I am your brother."
"Yeah, I figured it out this morning."
"Er, uh. Ok. Join me, we'll run the drug cartel together!"
"No... you seem to be a pretty unwholesome chap, and I'd rather not."
"Then I guess I'll have to kill your new girl."
"I told you not to fuck with my stuff!!" BLAM BLAM BLAM.

And then we visit the kid in the hospital, then Salma gives us a ride, then we throw the guitar case out of the jeep, then we pick it back up.

Salma, you're such an enabler.

I should have stuck to my usual Saturday afternoon fare - giant bug movies on the SciFi Channel. Sigh.