Caveman

So, on a good day, I tend to think of myself as something of an intellectual. After all, I'm fairly open minded, I read stuff, I look for the true meanings behind things, ect, ect. But every so often I'll come across something that will remind me of what a knuckle dragging Caveman I am. This happened alot through High School and my brief stint in College when I'd have to read something for a class, and more often than not I found myself thinking, "What is this boring crap?" Which was funny considering it was usually a great work of literature that was boring me stupid.

So a few weeks/months back, my buddy Boolah tells me about a movie he's heard about called "Primer". According to his description, it was a low budget film about two guys who go back in time to get their past selves, bring them to the present, and make them do their work. Sounds hi-larious, right? Yeah, well, keep reading.

I rented the aforementioned "Primer" the other day and watched it last night. My Quick Review of Primer: Huh? Seriously, I have no idea what the hell was going on in this film at all. Now, admittedly, I did have a headache last night, but all in all, I couldn't follow the film at all. The dialouge sounded like mumbo jumbo. And although the film is about time travel, I couldn't wrap my brain around how their time travel worked or what the hell it did. In fact, after awhile the film became (from my perspective) a series of pointless scenes with no context.

Now, I'd like to state that I don't think there was really anything wrong with Primer. I'm just pretty sure I'm too damn dumb to get it, because there's something there, under the skin of that movie. I think.

In other news, in my dream last night, my Brother's three legged cat (who, appropriately enough, is named Gimpy) beat the crap out of a very large Raccoon. Right. Now, back to my cave.