Currently in Earphones: Nothing
Tonight I'd be writing about my solo trip to Ravenna and today's trip to Firenze (Florence), but of late we've been getting tired early and heading to bed likewise. We're heading to Modena and then Venice tomorrow, and the day afterward a ridiculously long trip to Ivrea and thence to Torino. I'll try to cover everything on Sunday (our designated day of rest, seemed like a good idea what with all the churches we've been visiting).
Also, they don't have automatic dryers here. My sodden laundry is currently airing out on a fold out clothes line. Luckily I have enough to last me through the next day or two, which should be enough time for the current damp clothes to fully dry. Also, delicious though prosciutto crudo is (that would be simply prosciutto to us Americans), I still maintain that it looks like it needs to be cooked more thoroughly before it's safe for consumption.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Bologna and Ravenna
Currently in Earphones: "Klendathu Drop" by Basil Poledouris
Been busy, as you can imagine, here's what's happened so far.
I've had time to explore a good amount of the centro, or downtown, area of Bologna. Virtually all the sidewalks are covered with stone vaults and columns, there's statuary everywhere, and all of the streets are cobble-stoned and look extremely European. It's basically a straight shot from the northern borough where Deepti lives to the centro, namely the Piazza Maggiore and surrounding churches and other places of interest. The western portion of the piazza features a large fountain crowned with Neptune and is aptly named the Piazza Nettuno. Just across from that is the Biblioteca Sala Borsa, built atop an old Roman forum, and the center of the library has a glass floor so one can see the ruins in all their glory.
To the south of the Piazza is the Basilica of San Petronio, which would have been as big if not bigger than the main attraction in Rome, if the Pope hadn't had a "I see what you did, there" moment and halted construction. The two things that caught my eye were a huge fresco depicting Hell, which was interesting in that it showed Muhamed getting an eternal neck-crick from a demon. Evidently this was enough to justify some tightening of security in case any muslims took offence. I just thought it was kinda funny, in both that it seemed a kinda lame punishment and in that it was even labeled (a banner saying "MACHOMET" under him) . The other point of interest for me was the rather absurd amount of reliquaries they had. In addition to a very flashy nave filled with some really good ones (which were too far away to be identified), there was some overflow in a side room as well. Because in America you just don't see containers filled with saint's fingerbones, vertebra, and other assorted pieces, it was a rather novel experience for me. Given how reliquaries are usually about as trustworthy as pieces of the true cross are (and I having read Baudolino), I merely regarded them as curiosities, but interesting curiosities nonetheless.
Down the via to the east are the famous Two Towers of Bologna, the Torre de Asinelli and the Torre de Garisenda. Deepti informed me that the local superstition among the students of the Alma Mater Studiorum is that one shouldn't go up the Torre de Asinelli (the taller of the two) while still a student, or it would bring bad luck. I'll head up there when I have 3 euro in spare change for the fee. They don't let you in to the Torre de Garisenda, or the "what you have done in Pisa by accident we will do in Bologna by DESIGN."
The last building we visited was the Archiginnasio, which featured over 6000 coats of arms adorning the walls, along with the room in which Rossini composed his "Stabat Mater" and a really, really cool lecture hall that was used for anatomy. This teatro anotomico also featured some really neat skinless statues, along with carved representations of the Astrological figures along the ceiling, with a hanging carving of Apollo in the center of it.
We've had more adventures in the centro since the day we spent all day there, but I need to get on to the next day, which was only a few hours in Ravenna. We went to the stazione centrale (the Bolognese version of Grand Central) and caught an eastbound train whose final destination was Rimini, but which stopped in Ravenna, which is where I wanted to visit.
This was a classic example of me not doing my research, as I only had a vague idea of why I wanted to go. I knew that Ravenna was the capital after the fall of the Western Roman empire (and that Belisarius captured it from de Camp's Lest Darkness Fall), but I didn't really know of any places I wanted to go in Ravenna. Deepti likewise had little knowledge of the city, so she ended up buying a map and I a nicely bound guidebook and we started off.
We first visited the Duomo, which was a little smaller than San Petronio, but better lit and filled with lighter colors (not to mention more gilded in general). There were some spectacularly decorated naves (ok, the second picture looks like I lied about the lighting, but I have some pictures I'll be bringing back as proof) as well as some neat statuary featuring a headless emperor in porphyry (reminding me sharply of the Tetrarchs, which I also hope to see when we go to Venice).
We then saw that La Tomba di Dante was somewhere not to be missed, but we got there after closing and could only marvel at the outside of it. After that we wandered over to the Piazza del'Popolo, and finally found where everyone in Ravenna goes to have fun on a Saturday evening. Until then the streets that we traversed had seemed awefully empty, given the day of the week it was. But as soon as we hit the Piazza the crowd materialized, and all of the sudden it became a happening place.
There were a few places mentioned in the guidebook that looked like fun, but the day had ended and we needed to catch a train back to Bologna. I'm planning on taking a solo trip back to Ravenna tomorrow (yikes!) to revisit the tomb of Dante and take a look at the Mausoleum of Theodoric and St. Vitale. Luckily Deepti is putting together a little phrase book so I can order food (and not starve), and that I might finally get some vocabulary stuck in my brain that isn't "si, no, per piachere, grazie" and "prego."
Phew! That about covers the big events over the last few days. I definitely have more to tell, but I'll get back to that later. Our future trips will be Modena/Venice on Friday and Ivrea on Saturday, then hopefully Florence sometime before I come back.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Been busy, as you can imagine, here's what's happened so far.
I've had time to explore a good amount of the centro, or downtown, area of Bologna. Virtually all the sidewalks are covered with stone vaults and columns, there's statuary everywhere, and all of the streets are cobble-stoned and look extremely European. It's basically a straight shot from the northern borough where Deepti lives to the centro, namely the Piazza Maggiore and surrounding churches and other places of interest. The western portion of the piazza features a large fountain crowned with Neptune and is aptly named the Piazza Nettuno. Just across from that is the Biblioteca Sala Borsa, built atop an old Roman forum, and the center of the library has a glass floor so one can see the ruins in all their glory.
To the south of the Piazza is the Basilica of San Petronio, which would have been as big if not bigger than the main attraction in Rome, if the Pope hadn't had a "I see what you did, there" moment and halted construction. The two things that caught my eye were a huge fresco depicting Hell, which was interesting in that it showed Muhamed getting an eternal neck-crick from a demon. Evidently this was enough to justify some tightening of security in case any muslims took offence. I just thought it was kinda funny, in both that it seemed a kinda lame punishment and in that it was even labeled (a banner saying "MACHOMET" under him) . The other point of interest for me was the rather absurd amount of reliquaries they had. In addition to a very flashy nave filled with some really good ones (which were too far away to be identified), there was some overflow in a side room as well. Because in America you just don't see containers filled with saint's fingerbones, vertebra, and other assorted pieces, it was a rather novel experience for me. Given how reliquaries are usually about as trustworthy as pieces of the true cross are (and I having read Baudolino), I merely regarded them as curiosities, but interesting curiosities nonetheless.
Down the via to the east are the famous Two Towers of Bologna, the Torre de Asinelli and the Torre de Garisenda. Deepti informed me that the local superstition among the students of the Alma Mater Studiorum is that one shouldn't go up the Torre de Asinelli (the taller of the two) while still a student, or it would bring bad luck. I'll head up there when I have 3 euro in spare change for the fee. They don't let you in to the Torre de Garisenda, or the "what you have done in Pisa by accident we will do in Bologna by DESIGN."
The last building we visited was the Archiginnasio, which featured over 6000 coats of arms adorning the walls, along with the room in which Rossini composed his "Stabat Mater" and a really, really cool lecture hall that was used for anatomy. This teatro anotomico also featured some really neat skinless statues, along with carved representations of the Astrological figures along the ceiling, with a hanging carving of Apollo in the center of it.
We've had more adventures in the centro since the day we spent all day there, but I need to get on to the next day, which was only a few hours in Ravenna. We went to the stazione centrale (the Bolognese version of Grand Central) and caught an eastbound train whose final destination was Rimini, but which stopped in Ravenna, which is where I wanted to visit.
This was a classic example of me not doing my research, as I only had a vague idea of why I wanted to go. I knew that Ravenna was the capital after the fall of the Western Roman empire (and that Belisarius captured it from de Camp's Lest Darkness Fall), but I didn't really know of any places I wanted to go in Ravenna. Deepti likewise had little knowledge of the city, so she ended up buying a map and I a nicely bound guidebook and we started off.
We first visited the Duomo, which was a little smaller than San Petronio, but better lit and filled with lighter colors (not to mention more gilded in general). There were some spectacularly decorated naves (ok, the second picture looks like I lied about the lighting, but I have some pictures I'll be bringing back as proof) as well as some neat statuary featuring a headless emperor in porphyry (reminding me sharply of the Tetrarchs, which I also hope to see when we go to Venice).
We then saw that La Tomba di Dante was somewhere not to be missed, but we got there after closing and could only marvel at the outside of it. After that we wandered over to the Piazza del'Popolo, and finally found where everyone in Ravenna goes to have fun on a Saturday evening. Until then the streets that we traversed had seemed awefully empty, given the day of the week it was. But as soon as we hit the Piazza the crowd materialized, and all of the sudden it became a happening place.
There were a few places mentioned in the guidebook that looked like fun, but the day had ended and we needed to catch a train back to Bologna. I'm planning on taking a solo trip back to Ravenna tomorrow (yikes!) to revisit the tomb of Dante and take a look at the Mausoleum of Theodoric and St. Vitale. Luckily Deepti is putting together a little phrase book so I can order food (and not starve), and that I might finally get some vocabulary stuck in my brain that isn't "si, no, per piachere, grazie" and "prego."
Phew! That about covers the big events over the last few days. I definitely have more to tell, but I'll get back to that later. Our future trips will be Modena/Venice on Friday and Ivrea on Saturday, then hopefully Florence sometime before I come back.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Day 2: Cowering
Currently in Earphones: Nothing, Deepti's Italian iTunes settings were hijacking my iPod.
So after sleeping for an ungodly amount of time, Deepti took me to the Supermercato so that I might actually have some food. I can see why folk gush about the cuisine here, based upon what I saw, at least. All sorts of fresh meats, including Rabbit, tons of fresh bread, and something I've never set eyes on before, fresh pasta. Wonderful pasta of all sorts, looking like they just came from from the kitchen, sealed and stuck in refrigerated racks right next to the meats. I went with some "safer" fare (using the old college cuisine sense), bread, apples, Italy's version of instant soup and pasta dishes, chips (olive oil flavored!), and some yummy, yummy nutella.
Deepti's been good about getting some Italian vocabulary into me, though so far a lot of it has been of the "into the deep end" variety. Luckily, she responds well to my quailing looks, and to her credit, it hasn't been terribly difficult. Lets just say that I was never so relieved to see the price display on a cash register before.
Since I was still getting over jet lag, spoke only english, and was feeling quite a bit like Leonard Shelby when it came to reading a map, I decided to hole up in Deepti's apartment and equalize while she was in class. But though I'd decided not to say hi to Italy today, Italy decided to come in and say hi to me instead. Partway through the day a young man came in to fix some broken glass on Deepti's door. Having not met any of her apartment mates, I immediately went and introduced myself on instinct, though I quickly found out he was only there for the repair. He seemed to understand that I was at least the boyfriend of someone, but conversation was limited. It was only after he left that I found I could have dredged up enough Spanish to hold a basic conversation (if he indeed spoke it), but I at least made a saving throw of a "grazie!" as he was on his way out, and was rewarded with a grinning "prego!"
I'm still getting over jet lag, and found that I was quite ready for a long nap around 3pm, local time. When I did get up (and Deepti had returned), I had a really good combination of (apparently) veal ravioli and some tomato sauce that had diced olives in it. It almost seemed comical that something that tasted so good was thrown together the same way we'd boil pasta and add sauce back in the states. I guess I can see why folks get so worked up over the local cuisine here, and I can't wait to sample more of it.
Enough, More Later.
- James
So after sleeping for an ungodly amount of time, Deepti took me to the Supermercato so that I might actually have some food. I can see why folk gush about the cuisine here, based upon what I saw, at least. All sorts of fresh meats, including Rabbit, tons of fresh bread, and something I've never set eyes on before, fresh pasta. Wonderful pasta of all sorts, looking like they just came from from the kitchen, sealed and stuck in refrigerated racks right next to the meats. I went with some "safer" fare (using the old college cuisine sense), bread, apples, Italy's version of instant soup and pasta dishes, chips (olive oil flavored!), and some yummy, yummy nutella.
Deepti's been good about getting some Italian vocabulary into me, though so far a lot of it has been of the "into the deep end" variety. Luckily, she responds well to my quailing looks, and to her credit, it hasn't been terribly difficult. Lets just say that I was never so relieved to see the price display on a cash register before.
Since I was still getting over jet lag, spoke only english, and was feeling quite a bit like Leonard Shelby when it came to reading a map, I decided to hole up in Deepti's apartment and equalize while she was in class. But though I'd decided not to say hi to Italy today, Italy decided to come in and say hi to me instead. Partway through the day a young man came in to fix some broken glass on Deepti's door. Having not met any of her apartment mates, I immediately went and introduced myself on instinct, though I quickly found out he was only there for the repair. He seemed to understand that I was at least the boyfriend of someone, but conversation was limited. It was only after he left that I found I could have dredged up enough Spanish to hold a basic conversation (if he indeed spoke it), but I at least made a saving throw of a "grazie!" as he was on his way out, and was rewarded with a grinning "prego!"
I'm still getting over jet lag, and found that I was quite ready for a long nap around 3pm, local time. When I did get up (and Deepti had returned), I had a really good combination of (apparently) veal ravioli and some tomato sauce that had diced olives in it. It almost seemed comical that something that tasted so good was thrown together the same way we'd boil pasta and add sauce back in the states. I guess I can see why folks get so worked up over the local cuisine here, and I can't wait to sample more of it.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Arrived in Italy (and 200th post!)
Currently in Earphones: "There is a Time" by Solas
Hop, thump, skid, and bumped my way into Italy over the past few days. Highlights were realizing that each leg of my flights was on a different airline, and that if I wanted to check in online, I had to do it through each company's website independently. Which would have gone off without a hitch, had the lady who checked in my bag at SFO (at the United terminal) hadn't been insistent that my printed boarding pass for my second leg on Lufthansa "wasn't valid." Never mind that it said on the pass "You are checked in, use this bar-code as your boarding pass." So I didn't get the desired "wheels-up" effect of having all my worries fall away as soon as we left the tarmac until I reached Frankfurt, and the nice lady at the gate confirmed that yes, I had a valid boarding pass.
The 10 hour hop from SFO to Frankfurt wasn't too bad, though losing 8 hours was mighty annoying. Trying to get some sleep because your plane pre-empted what you normally think of sunset by such a wide margin didn't really work all that well for me. I dozed as much as I was able, but didn't actually get sleep. Just how long the flight was was driven home to me when I realized that they were showing not 2, not 3, but 4 movies back-to-back, and THEN at least an hour of TV programming. Food was a little better than the usual toned down meals they've been serving since the airlines have been in decline. Luckily no-one was sitting next to me, so I could stretch out more than usual. Other than that, the first leg was relatively uneventful.
The second leg, from Frankfurt to Bologna was notible for two reasons. The first, they gave us some crunchy chocolate as a snack, which I've never had on any airline before (well, barring the first time I was on Lufthansa). Secondly, I had a bit of a thrill when the stewardess first asked me if I wanted food/drink in German. It was diminished a bit when I found that she asked nearly everyone in German first (except for those reading Italian newspapers), but all the same, I felt the better for not being so obviously an american tourist.
And for those who want to know, the Bologna airport is kinda like a scaled down version of our own Oakland Airport. I didn't see any terminals that had planes come right up to them (we had a rolling staircase and a bus to take us in), but it wasn't just a "control tower and a wind-sock" affair either.
I spent most of my time stumbling through the streets of Bologna with Deepti in order to get back to her apartment (well, stumbling on my part), and I slept for a few hours at a time throughout the late afternoon. I feel a bit more refreshed this morning, and will be heading out shortly to acquire some groceries so that I don't starve when Deepti has class. Oh, and a toothbrush, which I managed to forget.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Hop, thump, skid, and bumped my way into Italy over the past few days. Highlights were realizing that each leg of my flights was on a different airline, and that if I wanted to check in online, I had to do it through each company's website independently. Which would have gone off without a hitch, had the lady who checked in my bag at SFO (at the United terminal) hadn't been insistent that my printed boarding pass for my second leg on Lufthansa "wasn't valid." Never mind that it said on the pass "You are checked in, use this bar-code as your boarding pass." So I didn't get the desired "wheels-up" effect of having all my worries fall away as soon as we left the tarmac until I reached Frankfurt, and the nice lady at the gate confirmed that yes, I had a valid boarding pass.
The 10 hour hop from SFO to Frankfurt wasn't too bad, though losing 8 hours was mighty annoying. Trying to get some sleep because your plane pre-empted what you normally think of sunset by such a wide margin didn't really work all that well for me. I dozed as much as I was able, but didn't actually get sleep. Just how long the flight was was driven home to me when I realized that they were showing not 2, not 3, but 4 movies back-to-back, and THEN at least an hour of TV programming. Food was a little better than the usual toned down meals they've been serving since the airlines have been in decline. Luckily no-one was sitting next to me, so I could stretch out more than usual. Other than that, the first leg was relatively uneventful.
The second leg, from Frankfurt to Bologna was notible for two reasons. The first, they gave us some crunchy chocolate as a snack, which I've never had on any airline before (well, barring the first time I was on Lufthansa). Secondly, I had a bit of a thrill when the stewardess first asked me if I wanted food/drink in German. It was diminished a bit when I found that she asked nearly everyone in German first (except for those reading Italian newspapers), but all the same, I felt the better for not being so obviously an american tourist.
And for those who want to know, the Bologna airport is kinda like a scaled down version of our own Oakland Airport. I didn't see any terminals that had planes come right up to them (we had a rolling staircase and a bus to take us in), but it wasn't just a "control tower and a wind-sock" affair either.
I spent most of my time stumbling through the streets of Bologna with Deepti in order to get back to her apartment (well, stumbling on my part), and I slept for a few hours at a time throughout the late afternoon. I feel a bit more refreshed this morning, and will be heading out shortly to acquire some groceries so that I don't starve when Deepti has class. Oh, and a toothbrush, which I managed to forget.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Monday, October 13, 2008
Copypasta tastes good
Now playing: Solas - Vital Mental Medicine/The Pullet
via FoxyTunes
Because I'm lazy, and because Scalzi says it better...
http://whatever.scalzi.com/2008/10/13/oh-wait/
Enough, More Later.
- James
via FoxyTunes
Because I'm lazy, and because Scalzi says it better...
http://whatever.scalzi.com/2008/10/13/oh-wait/
Enough, More Later.
- James
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Quote-age
Now playing: Michael Giacchino - Roar!
via FoxyTunes
I've had this one kicking around my desk for the past year, and thought it deserved a shout-out on the blog...
"Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to reinforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in others."
- H.L. Mencken, Minority Report (1956)
Enough, More Later.
- James
via FoxyTunes
I've had this one kicking around my desk for the past year, and thought it deserved a shout-out on the blog...
"Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to reinforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in others."
- H.L. Mencken, Minority Report (1956)
Enough, More Later.
- James
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Return Snippets
Now playing: Jerry Goldsmith - Masada - Main Theme
via FoxyTunes
Back from the East! Plane flights were surprisingly uneventful. After a number of months with the laziest waking schedule ever (before we left, that is), being three hours ahead of California time is just strange. Woken up and ready to go at 8? Hungry for lunch at 9? I've been transported to crazy land!
I beat my dad at Carroms, which is a big thing, considering he never beat his father (nor had I, my gramps was both annoyingly *and* admirably unforgiving in not giving us an inch with his mad carrom skillz). I still have yet to beat my aunt, and still contend that my pop wasn't at his top game. But hey, there you have it.
I'm going to Italy! Got my plane ticket and everything and will be staying for two weeks in Bologna and wherever else I'll be allowed to go. I was surprised that my Passport hasn't expired yet. I got it in 2001 (and boy, does my picture show it) and evidently it lasts for 10 years. So cool.
I now have about two weeks before I leave, and a fair amount of socializing to fit in. Gotta call Mary (who I haven't talked to in ages, an old YPSO buddy) about those P.D.Q Bach Tickets. Gotta call Sascha so I can return her "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" DVD set (and possibly ask if she'd be interested in an upcoming Davis Shindig). And I need to call Will and finally meet the guy! AND I've got the Prized Writing Awards to go to next week AND Coach's B-Day party! How the heck did this all pile up?
Maybe all this will keep me from return to my old eating habits. But being jet lagged definitely doesn't help when you feel hungry at the wrong hours of the day. Anywho, back to business.
Enough, More Later.
- James
via FoxyTunes
Back from the East! Plane flights were surprisingly uneventful. After a number of months with the laziest waking schedule ever (before we left, that is), being three hours ahead of California time is just strange. Woken up and ready to go at 8? Hungry for lunch at 9? I've been transported to crazy land!
I beat my dad at Carroms, which is a big thing, considering he never beat his father (nor had I, my gramps was both annoyingly *and* admirably unforgiving in not giving us an inch with his mad carrom skillz). I still have yet to beat my aunt, and still contend that my pop wasn't at his top game. But hey, there you have it.
I'm going to Italy! Got my plane ticket and everything and will be staying for two weeks in Bologna and wherever else I'll be allowed to go. I was surprised that my Passport hasn't expired yet. I got it in 2001 (and boy, does my picture show it) and evidently it lasts for 10 years. So cool.
I now have about two weeks before I leave, and a fair amount of socializing to fit in. Gotta call Mary (who I haven't talked to in ages, an old YPSO buddy) about those P.D.Q Bach Tickets. Gotta call Sascha so I can return her "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" DVD set (and possibly ask if she'd be interested in an upcoming Davis Shindig). And I need to call Will and finally meet the guy! AND I've got the Prized Writing Awards to go to next week AND Coach's B-Day party! How the heck did this all pile up?
Maybe all this will keep me from return to my old eating habits. But being jet lagged definitely doesn't help when you feel hungry at the wrong hours of the day. Anywho, back to business.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Friday, October 03, 2008
Lancaster Snippets, Part 3
Now playing: Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard - Like A Dog Chasing Cars
via FoxyTunes
One word: Carroms
This game has been played by my father, grandfather, great grandfather, and so on. We use the American board, but not the cues. Because, you know, that wasn't how the original game was played.
Anywho, got back from Burlington last night. Ate dinner at a wonderful Irish pub called Ri Ra after spending another day at the Shelburne museum. Now we're recovering back at Lancaster, and have reached the end of my writing energies. Sorry y'all, I'll try to be more detail oriented on the next post.
Enough, More Later.
- James
via FoxyTunes
One word: Carroms
This game has been played by my father, grandfather, great grandfather, and so on. We use the American board, but not the cues. Because, you know, that wasn't how the original game was played.
Anywho, got back from Burlington last night. Ate dinner at a wonderful Irish pub called Ri Ra after spending another day at the Shelburne museum. Now we're recovering back at Lancaster, and have reached the end of my writing energies. Sorry y'all, I'll try to be more detail oriented on the next post.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Teeny Rant
Now playing: James Newton Howard - Abby Comes Calling
via FoxyTunes
To all people who review DVDs on Amazon. Please, PLEASE, stop reviewing the damn movies instead of the DVD. There are over a hundred people who have already given the 3 paragraph plot encapsulation, I don't need to you re-cap it. Especially if this is some special edition/box set...STOP REVIEWING THE MOVIE AND REVIEW THE GODDAMN PRODUCT.
There are many, MANY other places I could go if I wanted to find out about the film itself, you're not doing anyone any favors.
Enough, More Later.
- James
via FoxyTunes
To all people who review DVDs on Amazon. Please, PLEASE, stop reviewing the damn movies instead of the DVD. There are over a hundred people who have already given the 3 paragraph plot encapsulation, I don't need to you re-cap it. Especially if this is some special edition/box set...STOP REVIEWING THE MOVIE AND REVIEW THE GODDAMN PRODUCT.
There are many, MANY other places I could go if I wanted to find out about the film itself, you're not doing anyone any favors.
Enough, More Later.
- James
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