Okay, hubby and I went to see this tonight because I couldn't wait and all I can say is it was worth the admission price.
I have decided I want to lick Joaquim Pheonix all over.
Seriously, though - fantastic movie. I shall be going to see it again on the big screen.
Dear George Eads -
Your lip ferret scares me.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
written by John Magee
This is one of my favorite poems, written by a young man who was a fighter pilot in WWII. He never made it home.
My grandfather fought in WWII as an army medic and he died just a few years ago, at age 85. Today, I remember him and all the other's like him who fight our wars for us. My grandfather came home, but so many young men did not. Canadian, American, British, German, Japanese...doesn't matter what side they fought on or even why they were fighting - they were all people first, with families who loved them and longed for their safe return. My family was blessed.
I love you, Grandad. And I miss you so much.
Okay, I admit that I am a CSI fan and have been from year one. When CSI first started, I watched it with the red hot passion of a thousand burning nuns...hehe...and my love stayed strong 'til about halfway through year three. Year Four almost killed my CSI love, because the writer's took what I most loved about the show and totally screwed it up - what little character history we'd been given was totally ignored, they started making caricatures of some of the cast and the general quality of the scripts went down, among other things. (During this time, continuing unabated right thru tonight's episode, my hate for Catherine continues to grow at a frightening exponential rate.)
I continued watching the show, though, despite a completely un-inspired fourth season as well. The forth season, in particular, was awful. I think there were maybe three or four truly good episodes the entire year and the rest were mediocre at best. Quite honestly, I taped the eps and watched them on the weekend and watched the Apprentice instead. That's how bad it was.
I watched all through last season as well - season five. The shows got a bit better, but there was still plenty of character assasination still going on. The writer's continued ignoring members of the original ensemble in favor of focusing on secondary characters and Catherine, the ex-stripper-cokehead-illegitimate daughter of a murdering bastard-single mom-widow-bitch-with the truly fucked up lips- extraordinaire. The only reason I continued watching was due to residual love built up the first two seasons and the fact that I truly, truly love George Eads. LOL. His character, Nick Stokes, was my weekly dish of HOT, even if he had been so far regulated to the sub-sub-basement of the show that some episodes were blink-and-you-miss-him.
And then, we got SNAKES. A strong Nick-episode. And then Quentin Tarantino and the awesome Grave Danger season finale. FINALLY, some light on the horizon. I wondered all summer if the writers and directors of CSI would actually have the brains to build on that one episode, have continuity and build on the awesomeness that is Tarantino.
My answer so far for Season Six? YES. I feel like I could possibly have my CSI back - the show that I loved and wouldn't miss for anything. And I am excited.
I LOVE the fact that the team is working as a team again, not just back from their ill-advised split last year, but working toegether on actual cases. I love the fact that there is continuity this year, that Sara has bounced back from the alchy-depressed dud she was the last few seasons and is starting to be SARA again! Warrick has given up on his ill-advised flirting with Catherine-the-hopefully-soon-to-be-dead-ex-CSI (I thought they'd make a good couple the first two years, but season three I started changing my mind and Season Four totally killed that character for me) and got married. Grissom is being all Grissomy again and the flirting with Sara is back - not as strong as it was - but it makes my poor little shipper heart sing.
Best of all - NICK. TONS OF NICK! OMG - tonight's show was all about NICK, and George Eads knocked it right out of the ball park. That man can act, and he's been so under-utilized for so long it's wonderful seeing the writer's and director's finally using him. All it took was Tarantino to show them what a jewel they had in him.
SQUEEEE~ I'm rambling like the fangirl I am. I haven't been this excited about CSI for TWO-and-a-HALF years, people.
Suddenly, my Thursday nights just got a little bit brighter.