NYCweboy

Gone Fishin'...

As previously announced, the NYC Weboy will be on a hiatus from blogging here for the rest of August. Please scroll down, as it's likely that J in Baltimore and RedStar may fill in the gaps with musings, links and photos of their own. You may also find me blogging some critical things over at newcritics. I will not be checking this blog on any kind of a regular basis, but I can be reached via e-mail (nycweboy at nycweboy dot com)... and I do welcome correspondence. I will resume blogging the Tuesday after Labor Day. Yes, that means I will not blog about the Democratic Convention... but just assume I liked Hillary's speech, that the VP selection is not my favorite choice, and I wasn't all that impressed with Obama's speech.

Have a great summer. Enjoy.

Why Yes, You Do Kind Of Resemble A Cucumber A Farmer Might Use As A Sex Toy...

So last night Mom and I witnessed an event so special, so unique, it's caused me to inaugurate a whole new blog category:

The Worst Movie Ever

Now, unlike music, I do not keep a list of the Worst Movies Ever.  Oh sure, I've seen bad movies, and I do have bad movie categories (Craptastic Summer Blockbusters, Bad Pretentious Art House Films... that sort of thing), but almost every film has some redeeming quality, or aspect, or performance.  It may just be that since I believe in movies so much, I make a lot of allowances.

But that's not happening here.

Last night, Mom and I saw Romance and Cigarettes, and if I can save you but one small two hour segment of your life, please believe me - just don't go.  Please, I beg you.