Hey, whaddaya know? Ask for Grimlock and ye shall receive. Because my brain needed that.

It was fucking flickapalooza last night, folks. Fortunately I survived reasonably well and reality only started to bend during Vexille - which probably would have happened anyway, animé always does that to me, particularly after midnight. Before that it was the Indian lesbian South African apartheid love story - which was probably the worst film I've seen so far, on account of the Bailey factor. That dude just does not get it. The lesbians in question were really frickin' hot but there was no nudity in the flick at all so even when they finally started making out in the third act, I was far more interested in watching the 50-year-old dude across the aisle from me fingering his wife. Yes, he was. Hey, whatever gets you through the night.

And sandwiched quite tightly between World Unseen and Vexille - so tightly that I left the former about ten minutes before the end, because they started late - was the double-Wang. A Thousand Years of Good Prayers was the real deal, man, but really really slow. Henry O was fantastic, so that got me through. The Princess of Nebraska, on the other hand, just didn't connect with me at all, which is odd because I should be all about that shit. But it really impressed me only as a technical exercise and not so much as a movie. So that's the whole thing.

Mamo #95 continues on from the aborted previous installment, and this time, there are eggs. Now I'm waiting for Burrito Boyz to start serving - did you know they don't open till 11:30 and that by the time they do, people are queuing up outside? Cuz now I know that, on account of I'm in the queue. Hey, I just made fun of a dude from Montreal cuz he's been waiting here for 40 minutes. But I took it back. It's the B-boyz.