If I recall correctly, I am somehow contractually obligated to use the term “rousing tale” with the phrase “adventure on the high seas.” Fortunately in this case, it’s an apt description. An amazing yarn from beginning to end– though it ends with the hint of another adventure to be had, which is fitting, considering the…
Author: Mark Boszko
Mark is easily distracted and seems not to require sleep. However, this is an illusion. He is mortal, like you. Perhaps doubly so. He makes videos and a little bit of art and design. He also watches way too many movies and jokes around on Twitter.
Well, whaddaya know…
Great Expectations
I haven’t read the book, but my wife tells me that the first two acts of this film (the ones I call “maddeningly intriguing”) are the closest to the source. It all comes together in the end, but the re-emergence of Finn’s benefactor took the film on a seemingly unnecessary action-adventure bent. That said, most…
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
James Stewart being upstanding, Jean Arthur being lovely and encouraging, and Claude Rains being shocked– SHOCKED!– that there’s corruption in the U.S. Senate. A wonderfully clean-cut fairy tale of right and wrong in the Federal Government. We could use more movies like this one. What the hell happened to Frank Capra, anyway? Oh. Well… crap….
An Open Letter to George W.
Dear George, Listening to your weekly radio address, I counted that you pronounced “nuclear” as “NUKE-U-LER” no less than eleven times. I understand you supposedly stay with some of your vocal Texas-isms because you thinks it makes you seem more folksy and likable, but — goddammit man, you’re the President of the United States of…
My Mac Timeline
Just for kicks, I put together a very crude timeline, showing what Macs I’ve owned and when. It’s a hell of a lot more than I thought I had owned, now that I look back on it all. For the curious, the items in question are: 1993, my first Mac– a brand-spanking-new Color Classic. The…
Lookit, That’s Karma
Tonight as I drove home, it was sleeting and freezing rain, so I decided to take the back roads home instead of the Beltway and 270. Good thing I did, or I would have missed out on these experiences. ‘Course, then I may have also died a fiery death, but who’s to say? First, a…