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Original review posted on IMDB, here.
If you’re looking for an action film straight out of the 90’s but stuck in the present day, you’ll arrive at Olympus Has Fallen. We’re initially led to believe that this might offer a story of personal redemption, when it’s in fact a rudimentary action flick with little purpose beyond entertaining the regular American viewer.
There’s nothing wrong with offering a film such as this, so long as its entertaining. And, thankfully, Olympus Has Fallen offers enough enjoyable and compelling moments to keep its viewers watching with some degree of interest. No, the characters are not compelling and far from fully developed, and that’s not necessarily the point. The point here is to keep the audience entertained and occupied, which is done sufficiently, if in an inconsistently effective manner.
Gerard Butler does what he has to, being the fairly routine action hero a la John McClane, which is a bit of a shame since the opening act alludes to so much more. But by the second half, just about all potential for actual exploration is cast aside. Aaron Eckhart is a likable actor in all of his performances, even in one as underplayed as this. There’s also a potentially strong predicament foreshadowed early on that could’ve been utilized to give the film a great edge, but it’s ultimately abandoned for the routine action movie wrap-up. Meanwhile, everyone’s favorite key player, Morgan Freeman, really seems bored in each scene, as if he’s only there to occupy the cameraman’s attention.
As you can probably guess, both the plot and characters are thin, with only implied potential separating the key players from even more routine movies (which isn’t saying much). The action and tension are where Olympus Has Fallen is left to shine, which it does during the time is plays. Looking back, however, it’s far easier to pick the movie apart. You’ll be entertained while watching it, but left banging your head shortly after leaving the theater.
Given the lackluster stream of movies released so far this year, Olympus Has Fallen is able to make enough room for itself. Taken into account with other action films, however, there’s little (if anything) to truly make it stand out. There’s a sense of identity crisis here, as the film is more or less lost in another time period and suggests more than it delivers. For my money, it’s decent popcorn entertainment, but not much else.
I write personal journal entries whenever I have the time and can manage to put it down. These come infrequently. Like any journal, it’s a lot of personal thoughts and feelings, stuff I can’t possibly imagine sharing, much less on a public level. But this latest journal entry is something I’ve been wanting to share. It’s very expository and nothing will likely come of this post. But for the few who might still notice what I have to offer, this is a piece which, though barely proofread and only just now written, is still very close to me. No pictures, just the text and what I have to offer. If you read it all then you should understand why. If you don’t, no matter, I’ll just be back with what I already have.
I still can’t believe I’ve reached a point where I truly enjoy alcohol. I can remember when I thought it should be done away entirely, all due to the hazards that come with it. But now I see it as this incredible way of life in some ways. The industry is daunting, albeit with no shortage of overly wacky creations, but you get that everywhere. And the way I like to enjoy alcohol the most? Cocktails. It’s like food in how the right two (or more) ingredients can create something truly wondrous. In a way, this is how I (and many others) got started drinking. I hate to be another subject of the cliches, but my tolerance came with rum and Coke. Before long, however, I was seeking different stuff. Actually, scratch that, I wanted to try different stuff from the get-go, which is what I did. Bacardi Oakheart, Devil’s Cut by Jim Beam, Jameson and Bailey’s, Captain Morgan Black, Jack Daniel’s Honey. These were among my first forays into drinking, which has ultimately led to a still-developing appreciation for the individual beverages. And while the last two of the aforementioned liquors made me realize just how tasty alcohol can be, it wasn’t until I repeatedly dipped into Jameson’s territory that I truly understood the integrity and complexity that comes with a single distilled beverage
As I said, mixed drinks and cocktails were (and still are) my means to enjoy drinks in social gatherings. And after having Jameson mixed with Bailey’s, I thought “why not mix it with Monster Irish Coffee?” As horrible an idea as that was, I’d still relive it before combining Jameson with, say, ginger ale. In fact, before long, I came to find that Jameson doesn’t belong in any recipe. There were two results I always got when mixing Jameson: the burn and alcohol would tear right through the rest of the drink, eradicating any and all enjoyment, or the combination would be so watered down and nasty that I might as well grab a low-end pack of beer. It was around that point, after trying Jameson on its own, that I started enjoying the drink for what it was, learning that it’s one of those drinks that literally needs to be taken on its own.
If I mix Jameson with something, the repugnant results make it feel like the drink (Jameson) is saying “don’t mix (and ruin) me, enjoy me as I am.” And when I do the true character and nature of Jameson comes through. Nothing more than a bit of ice or a splash of water is needed. So far, no other drink has come together with various flavors and characteristics which intrigue and impress me with each little sip. Certain rums certainly offer the flavor and even an instantly satisfying experience, but they aren’t nearly as unique and ever-provoking as something like Jameson.
The experience of it all is like a mental journey, originating with my taste buds and sense of smell, two things I often feel like I live for. With that, having even a small drink of Jameson is like having an exchange with myself. I want to be seen for who I am, not for how I mix with others. I feel I have something different to offer, something many others may or may not have, and even I probably don’t know what. There’s definition, but there’s also a lingering mystery and depth behind it all. The key difference, however, is that I’m nowhere near a renowned and celebrated status, except on an extremely small and local level. In that sense, Jameson is the Daniel Day-Lewis of alcohols, and I’m just one of the Lipnicki’s from The War, with Elijah Wood and Kevin Costner.
How many bad puns and play on words can you make with your favorite energy drink? Unleash the Monster, Amped up, Party like a Rockstar, Alter My DNA. Well guess what? VPX has a new drink that’ll put all those to shame. The designation: Bang. Your choices: Lemon Drop and Champagne Cola.
Let’s keep track of just how many times I irrelevantly work a play on the word “bang” throughout this review.
My co-workers touted this drink for some time, with one of them saying it made him feel like he could climb Mount Everest. Bang me up, buddy, cause I’m game! I suppose the upward bullet on the can is supposed to indicate how high you’ll feel. What it doesn’t tell you is that the space between the bullet and the VPX logo is probably how close your body will get to a caffeine overdose. Seriously. Each can has 357 milligrams of caffeine, “more than three cups of coffee.” To put that in even more perspective, an 8.46 ounce can of Red Bull has 80, while a full can of regular Monster has 160. And somehow the drink has no calories, no fat, no sugar and, needless to say (and proudly stated on the bottle), “contains no fruit juice.” Bada-boom, bada-BANG!
My first venture to the drink was with the Champagne Cola, which honestly sounds like something to cater to women. Two sips into the can and I was already feel more kick than most energy drinks provide in their entirety. Halfway through I could feel my body hitting the pinnacle of their now-overworked alarms. Now I can tell people about how I got banged one day at work.
Somehow, even with all that caffeine, the drink is very clear. What’s even crazier is that the taste definitely isn’t champagne or cola-like, but more like a light mix of Monster and the bubble gum flavor of Rockstar Sugar-free. But like I said, this drink really banged me hard within the first 8 ounces, so I set the rest aside for later. After I settled back down, I decided to rejoice myself, see if it would still provide a nice final kick. Oddly enough, I was unaffected. It was like all the caffeine came to me at once, which wouldn’t be too surprising. I do like the way it tastes since it’s similar to that off energy drink flavor, but it’s less offensive. On one hand, I can easily see myself choosing this flavor for a nice kick. However, frequently seeking this much caffeine probably isn’t the wisest decision in the world.
Next we have Lemon Drop, which my co-workers have swarmed to. One of them described it as tasting just like Sprite, and I can see why. I’d say it’s closer to a Diet Sierra Mist flavor, since it has that off, sugarless flavor that’s characteristic of diet soda. I’m not sure if it was my recent exposure to Champagne Cola first or the off-putting aftertaste, but Lemon Drop didn’t do much for me. While I felt a bit more upbeat, I’d compare it to the mild effects of Mountain Dew Kickstart and Monster Ultra Zero. Everyone I’ve spoken to said they preferred Lemon Drop, which is fine by me, since that’ll leave more for me to happily bang. At least, until the cans run out (again).