I have to admit the crew are all real funny people. But two and half hours is just way too long for a comedy like this. There are a lot of stand-ups that are not at all necessary. The producer could cut this movie in half, and call the first half Funny People, the second half Pathetic Loser. If the director made this movie longer than ever is on purpose, well he kicked ass. I started out like: if this is the end of it, it could still be a good movie. Then I went: if it ends right now, at least it is not ruined. Finally I was like: I can't believe I am still watching the same movie two hours ago.

This is a great movie, intense, fast paced, sophisticated with the details and all. It's the most encouraging thing to see in a movie that each every ordinary people, when the moment comes, can become a real hero, not hundred percent perfect but a real hero.

John Travolta plays the maniac real good. I can't remember when was the last time he played a good guy. Denzel Washington's walk is such a killer. If I were ten years younger, I am gonna buy all his movies and learn his walk, frame by frame and step by step.

The last, I like the chubby mayor a lot. I know and you know and everybody knows that politics is scum and politicians are all scum bags. But this scum bag is a really smart one, with a funny face, funny walk, some good heart and a bit decency. He spoke baseball well. But being the mayor of the big apple he forgot to at least lie about being an Yankee fan. That is hilarious.

If it is not because Brad Pitt is such the eye candy of some artistic eyes, I wouldn't watch this movie. It's a ridiculous movie, putting aside the inconsistency with the history. The casting is always a pickle in Hollywood movies with non-English spoken characters. Hitler is way too chubby. How come he is wearing a cape all the time? Churchill on the other hand is not chubby enough. Dr. Goebbels' face is too short. His chin should be sharp. The British general briefing the mission might just have the most stupid face of a military officer that ever appears on a big screen. The director might deep inside want to make this movie a comedy.

If you haven't watched this movie, don't watch it. The main character is so retarded that makes you want to blow your own head off. I don't see for any reason a movie this bad can possibly got made, unless Seth Rogen had slept with the producer, the director, and casting staff, the marketing manager and the rest of the whole crew, men and women, especially that hairy chubby self exposing pervert.

Carl and Ellie. He and she wanted to have a baby of them, but they haven’t had one. They always wanted to go to the paradise fall but they never made it. He promised her by crossing heart, but there were always things get into the way, or were they just the perfect excuses? If it’s not a flat tire, it’s a broken leg or a leaky roof. She passed away, left him behind. He had to carry everything that he had left of her on his shoulder and fought his way to the paradise fall. He finally made it, but there alone in a broken house.

The flying scenes are spectacular. The flashback sequences are more than touching. It also reminds me of the very elements in many Hayao Miyazaki’s movies. The lives of a grownup who still lives in his past and a child who can’t wait to embark on the future collides, and then the adventure starts.

Casino Royale
Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do, you look at me as if you haven't seen me in years. It makes me feel reborn.
James Bond: If you'd just been born, wouldn't you be naked?

I still remember my first Thanksgiving in the states. The year of 2005. I was in Boston. I wasn’t thankful for anything. I hated everything. I hated the humid, cold, windy and cloudy weather. I hated that I didn’t know it’s a national holiday and it’s a big deal. I hated there was barely people outside anywhere. I hated all the stores and restaurants were closed. I hated only after this short break there is a pile of work waiting for me. I hated that I made this choice that I regret and I can’t see a way out.

This is my fifth Thanksgiving in the states. The year of 2009. I am in California. There is still one month to go but it feels much more than a year to me already. It's not because it's unbearable but memorable. This year I am thankful for being able to make some new friends and them being nice to me. I am thankful for the help and the caring from my dear friends without asking for anything in return. I am thankful for all the gifts and greetings I received, no matter virtual or real, made or bought. I am excited to have them and I love them all. I am most thankful for being able to go back for a little while and get closer to the ones matter the most in my life.

Happy Thanksgiving. Best wishes to you all.

I always hope for the happily ever after ending even though I know it’s unlikely. I saw he and she walking on the beach in the sun talking about babies and then he started nose bleeding. I thought that was the end. I thought that was implicit but nice. But I was wrong. Someone decided to ruin the perfect wedding, take away the beautiful and pregnant bride, beat her up in the prison and electrocute the groom. This is sad.

In the expression where the word "puppy" is used to replace the infamous F word that is being used more than too much in some situations: Two puppy roads puppy diverged in a puppy yellow wood. I puppy took the one puppy less traveled by. That puppy has made all the puppy difference.

I feel pain because I am still alive. I feel hurt because I am warm inside. I feel humiliated because I have my pride. I feel disappointed because I aim high. It’s all good and it’s alright.

I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much. I may get hurt and make a fool of myself that way. I may do a million stupid things. But every time I pull myself up. I know I am a step closer to the happiness I deserve. Life is good.