Good afternoon, Citizens. You are receiving this transmission from THE IPC’s laptop computing device as he is currently sleeping, trying to recover from the effects of one week’s worth of Time Change. For those of you not living in the U.S., Daylight Savings Time was adopted in the U.S. (again) (it had actually been enacted and abolished by Congress a LONG time before the people that conceived our great grandparents were conceived, whose decedents conceived our grandparents, who conceived our Creators) (are you thinking about nice, loveable, cuddly, old Grandpa giving the thrusty business to Grandma????) back in WW2 and now, we lazy fuckers get tired and pissed this time of year. We “Spring Forward” and lose an hour of time so we can work longer out in the fields and in the Artillery and Gun Powder Factory and people like me have to basically get up an hour earlier and call it The Same Time but it’s not and I’m old and even though I’ve dealt with this my whole life, I feel like I’m getting up in the middle of the goddamned night and I’m sleepy and crabby. SCREW TIME CHANGE!!!! Of fucking hell… where did I go?? We’re not here to talk about fucking time change and time zones and WW2 and how my Gramps was a Bootlegger and a soldier and met Patton. We’re hear to discuss A SINGLE SHOT – a movie starring Sam Rockwell – and not talking about how I would take you out if we were in the same town together and have a shot and play some darts and eat some nachos. Because if you and me (and MRS THE IPC) went out we’d probably have seventeen shots. And not go fire weapons at deer. Accidentally killing a human (or intentionally killing a deer). FUCK THAT!!!
I really want to come out here and say that I really liked this movie. I really do. The acting was great, the sets and scenery were well done, the story was believable, the actions that the characters took made sense and weren’t stupid and the blood effects were a little grisly, but I just didn’t love it and here’s a few reasons why.
1: Set in West Virginia, the actors all act SO WELL that I couldn’t understand a fucking word they said. I don’t know if all West Virginians mumble everything that comes out of their mouths but – shit – I had no idea what they said – especially Rockwell! I mean – he’s such a great actor and this role seems like it could only ever be for him but I don’t know what he said for most of the movie unless he was shouting. It was very frustrating. Kind of like typing the word “frustrating”. At one point there’s this big confession from this one dude on why something is going on and it alludes to something from earlier and I had no idea what the fuck the guy was talking about.
2. Jason Isaacs (no relation!!): why him??? I like the guy just fine but he was TOTALLY not believable as a Deep South brutal murderer pedophile rapist drug dealer asshole. We all know he’s a Good and Proper, Tea Drinking, Crumpet Eating Englishman so…. huh???
3. Lighting: I think 90% of this thing is shot either outside in the dark or inside a set with no lamps. So, aside from not being able to hear what was being said, I couldn’t fucking see shit either. And yet, still, I liked this thing. I think. William H Macy and his fake hair were a crack up:
and I’ve always liked the girl from EDEN LAKE even if I’ve only seen her in a few things but I think she’s cute and want to ❤ her face:
4. The Ending: I’m not buying it. I’m not going to spoil it here, especially for you Sam Rockwell lovers, but. BAH!! HORSE TITS!!
Oh well – if you’re not familiar, one DARK morning Rockwell is out hunting and accidentally shoots someone. He then finds a bag with a shitload of money in it. Up next: NOTHING goes well for anyone involved. Not even Macy’s rug.
HAVE GOOD WEEKENDS EVERYONE!!!