<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:52:35.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... that's what i thought.</title><subtitle type='html'>Watch closely.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7384648213585364644</id><published>2010-10-11T22:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:12:52.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have gotten lazy the past couple of months and let these films build up without blogging about each. So, instead of either spending hours to get this done or throwing it down the toilet, I've decided to do a mini-critique of each. Enjoy, those of you who still look at this thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Born Rich - 2 Stars - Slightly informative, but amateur.&lt;div&gt;Easy A - 4 Stars - Very Funny. Similar to Mean Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Zachary - 5 Stars - Real representation of a human tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American Teen - 3 Stars - Great vision. Seemingly fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Social Network - 5 Stars - Still think about it. Great Dialogue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food Inc - 5 Stars - Very Informative. Well covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iron Man 2 - 3 Stars - Visually appealing. Not my kind of film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape - 4 Stars - Classic. Slow. Great acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, Me, and Dupree - 2 Stars - Inappropriate. Slightly funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Town - 4 Stars - Great delivery. Unoriginal. Entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letters to God - 2 Stars - I want to like it, but come on. Inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open Water - 1 Star - Waste of time. Respectable filming approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saints and Soldiers - 2 Stars -  Unoriginal. Boring. Good effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stepfather - 3 Stars - Surprisingly good thriller. Great tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat. Pray. Love. - 2 Stars - Love my girl, but that's all. Slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 Days of Summer - 5 Stars - Great all around! Top 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Save a Life - 1 Star - Barely remember it. Subtly inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone Baby Gone - 4 Stars - Great acting and writing. Good twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox - 2 Stars - Animation just doesn't do it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date Night - 4 Stars - Enjoyable comedy. Good themes. Great pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meadowoods - 1 Star - If I gave less than 1, this film would get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Me - 3 Stars - Great twist into reality. Creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7384648213585364644?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7384648213585364644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7384648213585364644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7384648213585364644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7384648213585364644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/10/compilation.html' title='Compilation'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-682032879223226944</id><published>2010-08-17T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:57:44.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secrets of Jonathan Sperry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51VzO7KK0gL._AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51VzO7KK0gL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian film trying to compete in Hollywood. Just didn't cut it for me. The acting and writing were both extremely lacking. The film did have great moral moments and high values. It makes you think a little about how you, as a Christian, are impacting the people around you. I love what the film was trying to do, it just failed at doing it beautifully. Great themes and intentions, not so great delivery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Almost unbearable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Juvenile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Manageable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it, might make you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-682032879223226944?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/682032879223226944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=682032879223226944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/682032879223226944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/682032879223226944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/08/secrets-of-jonathan-sperry.html' title='The Secrets of Jonathan Sperry'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-768310426455098885</id><published>2010-08-03T09:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:26:39.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn1-b.examiner.com//sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/fd/1a/fd1adf9c3b854506ea0847e1f89fd13a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://cdn1-b.examiner.com//sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/fd/1a/fd1adf9c3b854506ea0847e1f89fd13a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't want to see this film, but so glad that I was talked into it! The approach to the concept of dreams and the implementation of it blew me away. Of course, we all could talk about this for hours after watching it, so I will make this brief. I feel as though soo much thought and creativity went into making this a success. It is definitely original and striking. This film keeps you engaged and passionate the entire time. I would love to see it again in order to understand it better. It encapsulates this unknown world we all share called dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Phenomenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Are you kidding!? Exceptional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Intriguing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it, at least twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-768310426455098885?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/768310426455098885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=768310426455098885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/768310426455098885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/768310426455098885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4487152005421180206</id><published>2010-07-14T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:49:26.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Out of My League</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/ShesOutOfMyLeague325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/ShesOutOfMyLeague325.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It moved...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did enjoy this film, but its extremely crude and has bad language. That makes up for part of the bad rating. The other part is due to the fact that its not original. You can tell what will happen in the film and it does. Nothing sets this film apart. It is funny and there are amazingly awkward situations, but doesn't keep me coming back for more. It does however encourage you to go for any girl no matter how gorgeous or out of your league she may seem. I'm sure high schoolers will have a different take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Crude, yet funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Bland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it, better things to fill your mind with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4487152005421180206?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4487152005421180206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4487152005421180206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4487152005421180206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4487152005421180206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-out-of-my-league.html' title='She&apos;s Out of My League'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-908210933551275365</id><published>2010-06-28T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:33:16.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge of Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn2-b.examiner.com//sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/2d/46/2d4670c85383357a1083a0ed1fbc0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 447px;" src="http://cdn2-b.examiner.com//sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/2d/46/2d4670c85383357a1083a0ed1fbc0977.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRAVEN!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Mel Gibson, the film just didn't do it for me. Kind of boring and unoriginal. I didn't seem to care who his daughter was and what she did. When we found out, I was uninterested all over again. The action and some combat approaches were appealing, but other than that, it was pretty bland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Not so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Not captivating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it. There are better films out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-908210933551275365?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/908210933551275365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=908210933551275365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/908210933551275365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/908210933551275365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/06/edge-of-darkness.html' title='Edge of Darkness'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6165528681384986370</id><published>2010-06-28T18:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:25:18.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2009/05/toy-story-3-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 414px;" src="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2009/05/toy-story-3-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, FAO my Swartz!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, come on, it's Toy Story 3! They successfully made three great Toy Story films. Loved the first the most still, then this one, then the second one. This one was by far the most sad, but a great ending to such and epic film series. The characters were all there making us laugh like always. I think there could have been a better plot and probably better developed new characters. On the whole, it was enjoyable and will always have my vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Amazing, duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Didn't meet expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Enjoyable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Not my favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it!! Great for the whole fam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6165528681384986370?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6165528681384986370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6165528681384986370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6165528681384986370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6165528681384986370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5273485736293740666</id><published>2010-06-28T18:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:17:00.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msmagazine.com/blog/files/2010/03/crazy-heart-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 448px;" src="http://msmagazine.com/blog/files/2010/03/crazy-heart-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep feeling obliged to apologize for being less than you probably imagined me to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The previews pretty much sum this film up quite well. There are no surprises of any kind. It is a very slow film, but you get a great glimpse into the real life is a struggling human. This film captures the essence of those final chances we get to bring something great to this world. It is inspiring and warm, but also real and desolate. Not my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Phenomenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Fitting, not striking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it, unless you want to take a nice nap on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5273485736293740666?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5273485736293740666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5273485736293740666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5273485736293740666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5273485736293740666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-heart.html' title='Crazy Heart'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7164508846358339342</id><published>2010-06-28T18:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:06:42.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Street Hooligans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.killermovies.com/h/hooligans/gallery/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 600px;" src="http://images.killermovies.com/h/hooligans/gallery/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... cheeky slag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept thinking of this movie well after I watched it. Every man would love to get caught up in this kind of gang and camaraderie. The thrill of actually punching someone and standing up for your manhood is every boys dream. Elijah Wood gets that chance. This was an enjoyable, not always predictable film. The language is bad, but is also smart. I enjoyed its originality and visual appeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Convincing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Ups and Downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it. For mature audiences only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7164508846358339342?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7164508846358339342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7164508846358339342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7164508846358339342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7164508846358339342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-street-hooligans.html' title='Green Street Hooligans'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6479339248506118266</id><published>2010-06-28T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:44:53.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondock Saints II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dietrichthrall.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/boondocksaints2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 497px;" src="http://dietrichthrall.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/boondocksaints2poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's do some gratuitous violence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved the first one and hated the second. Just not as well written or engaging as the first. I fell asleep a number of time. Nothing beats the original. Just some classic lines and well thought out story-line. Because of my fatigue, I am not suitable to aptly give a review, but I do know that it was mutually agreed upon in the room as a fail. The tag line above pretty much captures the entire movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Mostly good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Below par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story-Line: Can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6479339248506118266?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6479339248506118266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6479339248506118266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6479339248506118266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6479339248506118266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/06/boondock-saints-ii.html' title='Boondock Saints II'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3238729209546038831</id><published>2010-05-08T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:07:15.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invention of Lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollywoodoutbreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/invention-of-lying-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.hollywoodoutbreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/invention-of-lying-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, you're annoying me. You're voice is shrill. Goodbye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just frustrated me throughout. I mean, its a cool concept for a film. I just wish they would have taken a totally different angle. As this man discovers that he is the only one in the world that can lie, he begins making up this "man in the sky" that is supposed to symbolize God. He begins to tell all these true and untrue stories about who God is, while all along lying that "the man in the sky" exists. So basically, this film is portraying God as a myth that we are buying into and throwing comedy and A list actors on top to add some sort of credibility. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Yeah, right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story-line: Neat concept, terrible delivery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Under-par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3238729209546038831?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3238729209546038831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3238729209546038831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3238729209546038831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3238729209546038831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/05/invention-of-lying.html' title='The Invention of Lying'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7242544792763311272</id><published>2010-05-08T09:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:37:37.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crashlanden.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/crazies_final_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://crashlanden.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/crazies_final_poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why I can't leave my wife and I won't ask you why you can.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great thriller! Great beginning scene. Of course it had it's cheesy moments, but it kept me on the edge most of the time. I loved the creepy effect and how they could scare you by not necessarily even jumping out at you. This thriller will keep you on your toes. It seemed pretty logical as well. Except I still hate how people travel into the unknown with the lights off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Believable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Dramatic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Well meditated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Similar to most, but well done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it. I've seen it twice now! Looking for my third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7242544792763311272?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7242544792763311272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7242544792763311272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7242544792763311272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7242544792763311272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazies.html' title='The Crazies'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1809153167394444217</id><published>2010-05-08T09:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:52:21.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombieland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/zombieland-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 419px;" src="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/zombieland-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone's ear is in danger of having hair brushed over it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film sure does start off with a bang. Pretty gory, yet funny at the same time. I take that back, the entire film is this way. It also has terrible language. I don't even like zombie movies that are only meant to be gory and scary. YET, this film is actually funny and comes about it from a different angle. It is very entertaining to watch the camera work and the usage of CGI. I surprisingly enjoyed it. Some of it is so sick its great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Clever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story-line: Nothing extraordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Selling point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prob should skip it, but I kinda enjoyed it... in a sick way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1809153167394444217?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1809153167394444217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1809153167394444217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1809153167394444217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1809153167394444217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/05/zombieland.html' title='Zombieland'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2187900084803012541</id><published>2010-05-08T09:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:35:45.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/a/images/adam-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 600px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/a/images/adam-poster-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can see that you're upset, but I don't know what to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your not so typical comedic love story. Very enjoyable and entertaining from a fresh perspective. The film is slow in parts, but great nonetheless. Loved the well thought out dialogue and unique comedic timing. The characters are not seen in everyday films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astronomers especially would appreciate this film from more than one perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Spotless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story-line: Moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Slightly above avg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2187900084803012541?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2187900084803012541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2187900084803012541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2187900084803012541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2187900084803012541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/05/adam.html' title='Adam'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2571998753245100474</id><published>2010-05-03T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:08:41.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmjournal.net/clydefro/files/2007/04/the-natural-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 454px;" src="http://filmjournal.net/clydefro/files/2007/04/the-natural-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing I know about the dark is you can't see in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Redford - Just the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your classic story about a baseball hero that just never gave up. I enjoyed the look and feel of the film. It is great for it's day in age! The only thing was that it was a little slow and of course predictable. If you are a baseball fan, you can truly appreciate the film. My heart simply wasn't in it as much as it could have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Redford did a heck of a job, of course. I loved the dialogue and they inventive cinematography. This film goes to show that if you are truly gifted at something and want it bad enough, you should never stop at attaining it. Its heart warming, yet dated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Simple, yet intriguing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Inventive for its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Predictable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it if you love baseball or Redford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2571998753245100474?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2571998753245100474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2571998753245100474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2571998753245100474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2571998753245100474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/05/natural.html' title='The Natural'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4515184813662982615</id><published>2010-04-26T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:41:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.egsmile.com/video/the_lovely_bones_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.egsmile.com/video/the_lovely_bones_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...He doesn't understand how much a father could love his child&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marky Mark - Kudos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of this film looked like that picture above. I had no idea that it was going to be so spiritual. It was a mix of Gone Baby Gone and What Dreams May Come. This girl that was murdered is stuck between Heaven and Hell. I loved the visual effects, just unexpected. It was odd and confusing at first. The film goes back and forth from real life to spiritual world. I didn't particularly enjoy it. I would rather not waste time watching her debate on whether or not to go to Heaven or try and help her family. I wanted to get more into the suspense and depth of figuring out who the murder was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main reason it only received two stars from me is because it was weird. I'm sorry. The acting was great, the story was believable, the writing seemed to work. It did keep my attention and intrigue. Susan Sarandon's character fit her perfectly. I feel as though, actually I know that it is her real attitude in life. Good job, Susan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two things I took away: Listen to your dog and listen to your instincts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting - All, but the boyfriend were great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing - Better than most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography - The highlight of the film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line - Unique, dull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it if you want. I won't again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4515184813662982615?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4515184813662982615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4515184813662982615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4515184813662982615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4515184813662982615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovely-bones.html' title='The Lovely Bones'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-298972922609490698</id><published>2010-04-26T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:17:36.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-hangover-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 398px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-hangover-poster.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigers love pepper... they hate cinnamon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradley Cooper - Stud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed Helms - Great comedic subtleties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach Galifianakis - My new favorite comedic actor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin Bartha - Decent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow... extremely funny, yet extremely vulgar. I cannot recommend this one. Has some great one liners, but way too much language and nudity. I gave it three stars because it was a well developed film. I thought it was going to be stupid humor thrown on tape. It was, but it also had more of a story than I would have guessed. It didn't just throw a stand up routine on the screen, it was actually a moving, engaging film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, its extremely unrealistic. Yes, its stupid. Yet, somehow it keeps you engaged as to what all unfolded during that one night in Vegas. I am so thankful my nights in vegas for my friend, Tim Kortman's, bachelor party wen nothing like that. Actually, some of those parts would have been kind of fun, such as watching Brant White get knocked out by Mike Tyson or Tim marrying a stripper. Anyway, I've said too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting - Where do they find these people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing - Better than expected, yet probably improv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography - Subtle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line - Intriguing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't See it. Skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-298972922609490698?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/298972922609490698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=298972922609490698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/298972922609490698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/298972922609490698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/hangover.html' title='The Hangover'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7990561319955119026</id><published>2010-04-26T11:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:52:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan in Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Dan_In_Real_Life-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Dan_In_Real_Life-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put it on my tab.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Carell - Genuine. I like this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply will never get tired of this film. It's funny, heart warming, real, and has a great soundtrack! This is a feel good flick. It makes you wish you had a family like this, yet thankful you don't necessarily. The part that reminded me most of our family was the talent show routine. We do a talent show every year at Christmas where the unique and peculiar talents of our family are revealed each year. Its enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film has a well developed story, slightly unrealistic at parts. I love the witty banter and comedic timing. Some scenes are so tense, you are forced to just burst out laughing. Its the perfect rainy day movie. (Voice Over) Clean, fun, and enjoyable for the whole family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting - Spot on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing - Well thought out and witty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography - Not brilliant, not necessary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line - Well developed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7990561319955119026?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7990561319955119026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7990561319955119026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7990561319955119026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7990561319955119026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/dan-in-real-life.html' title='Dan in Real Life'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7779654702524515188</id><published>2010-04-17T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:30:34.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movietrailers.net.au/images/date-night-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.movietrailers.net.au/images/date-night-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unexpectedly Funny&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Carell - Same witty banter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tina Fey - Mastered comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this film. There were some scenes that I could have done without, but over all it was very enjoyable. It actually kept my attention though the second half was unrealistic. I figured that all of the funny scenes would be thrown into the previews, but was proven wrong. I actually laughed out loud a number of times. Then just as your enjoying this comedy, it reals you into a partially dramatic scene. I loved that fact that it was not all fun and games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The series of events that this couple suffers through during the film are extremely unrealistic, but oddly understandable. You are rooting for them the entire time. I love the chemistry between Carell and Fey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason it didn't get 5 stars is because it barely made 4 stars. It just simply did not have enough gusto and was too unrealistic for my taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7779654702524515188?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7779654702524515188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7779654702524515188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7779654702524515188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7779654702524515188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6575623384306615618</id><published>2010-04-17T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:18:45.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Away We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freemoviesonlines.net/wp-content/uploads/away-we-go-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://freemoviesonlines.net/wp-content/uploads/away-we-go-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Away I went&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Krasinski - Both funny names &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya Rudolph - I like them together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please fast forward through the first scene... This film just simply did not have enough going on for me. It was very relaxed and slow paced. the plot did not develop much. For some reason, I was wondering the entire time where they went away from and never found out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like the reality of the story. It is a beautiful representation of many US families that feel as though they missed the mark somewhere along the way. It goes to show that not everything is and needs to be cookie cutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't have a whole lot more to say about the film, considering I fell asleep. You might just want to skip this review and see it for your self... then again maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Semi-cliche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Dull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Not captivating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6575623384306615618?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6575623384306615618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6575623384306615618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6575623384306615618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6575623384306615618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/away-we-go.html' title='Away We Go'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1192238424630349618</id><published>2010-04-06T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:00:01.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/BoysAreBack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 483px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/BoysAreBack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have plenty of people to do something with, I just have no one to do nothing with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the most uplifting film in the world, but it portrays the realities of many people walking in it. This man comes to grips with hardship in full swing while struggling to maintain life as he now knows it. Not everything goes the way he plans. Trial and error seems to be his method. The overall theme is simply to say "yes" more. Too often we say "no" without any reason at all. Saying "yes" is "actually quite difficult, really".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty and audacity of this film caught my attention. It is set in Australia, a place I am now in love with. The characters and plot seem realistic and down to earth. They try to go outside the normal as much as possible. They try to love in other forms. They try to simply life, but also have the face the reality of the harshness of our society and need for making a living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left off one star because I thought it should have taken us up more than it did. Don't get me wrong, the weight of the situations made this film set apart and real, but it almost seemed to try too hard sometimes. At times, I felt as though they were playing the sappy music too much in order to get more tears out of you. But all and all I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Great across the board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Great one liners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Captivating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story line: Real and deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it, but know that its not a comedy by any means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1192238424630349618?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1192238424630349618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1192238424630349618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1192238424630349618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1192238424630349618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-are-back.html' title='The Boys Are Back'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1156794636348460904</id><published>2010-04-02T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:18:49.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt Locker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.duluthsuperiormagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/hurt-locker-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.duluthsuperiormagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/hurt-locker-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tagline Tells All&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film definitely was as real as could be. I felt as though we were watching actual footage sometimes. The acting was phenomenal and the dialogue was believable. The situations were tense and the visual effects were addicting. I kept being drawn into each scenario. The only thing that kept taking me out (only to be drawn in again) was the lack of story line. I was waiting for the moment they started giving some character development or plot. I kept wanting to know more about who the characters were and what story was trying to be told. That only came in small doses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, this isn't your typical film. It simply shows you many sides of war without giving you a story about particular people. It takes your through scene after scene to explain different sides of how war can be addicting yet traumatizing. Putting it all on the line for the sake of what is good. So, if you go into this movie with that understanding, you will do just fine. I simply wanted more of a story and less random tense war episodes. I wanted it to take me places that a movie of this caliber has not yet taken people. It did not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Phenomenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Captivating at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are into war movies and just car to watch some tense war moments, see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1156794636348460904?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1156794636348460904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1156794636348460904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1156794636348460904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1156794636348460904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurt-locker.html' title='Hurt Locker'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7844427646846106534</id><published>2010-03-29T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:00:57.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gordonandthewhale.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/An-Education-poster-303x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 450px;" src="http://gordonandthewhale.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/An-Education-poster-303x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing a famous author is better than becoming one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carey Mulligan - I'm falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Sarsgaard - Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually enjoyed this film. I was hesitant at first. Yes, it was rather slow in areas, but made for a great pace given the subject matter. It does start to make you think what the point of an education is? Should it be top? Why are you getting one? What will it amount to in the end? Then sums up the answer to all of these questions quite nicely. I loved the accents, period, and scenery. It was all very captivating. This girl learns many lessons very early on in life. You feel as though you are walking through it all for the first time with her. You begin to question things you were once sure of. You begin to look through a different lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the writer made an excellent choice in the setting and time for this piece. London in the 60's was quite enjoyable to watch. The writing was real and well delivered. It was almost too smart for the common girl, but was not distracting. The attire and vibe set this film apart. I was always looking for and at something. That helped keep my attention during the slower parts. I also like the fact that it was unpredictable. No, it didn't totally sweep me off my feet, but rather didn't hand everything to me as I expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Most of them were excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Smart and provoking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Applicable and entertaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7844427646846106534?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7844427646846106534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7844427646846106534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7844427646846106534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7844427646846106534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/education.html' title='An Education'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7500669920879176756</id><published>2010-03-29T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:45:44.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorority Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horror-movies.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/sororityrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.horror-movies.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/sororityrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why I don't try to publicize my blog...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a huge horror at all, but I actually thought this was a seemingly decent film at first. The story was somewhat believable, not SO predictable, and had you on your toes. Then, like most horror films, something went terribly wrong. It got way too out of hand and unrealistic. The overall story is not captivating enough and the murders are way to graphic and hokey. I actually fell in and out of sleep from the second half on. Therefore, I do not have a very good movie critic. My apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say that those of you that like to laugh at stupid horror films (as I do occasionally) might actually enjoy this one. I simple cannot recommend it. It falls into the typical hole of every other film you take two looks at the cover of and know there is nothing good behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Decent at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Did they really say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Dull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: It didn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7500669920879176756?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7500669920879176756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7500669920879176756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7500669920879176756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7500669920879176756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorority-row.html' title='Sorority Row'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7203960545315046993</id><published>2010-03-15T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:10:49.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_4/AugustMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_4/AugustMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm not a business man, I'm a business man"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh Hartnett - Perfect fit, excellent job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually liked this film. It was well written and passionate. The acting was exceptional. The dialogue was real and not overdone. And even though it was flooded with a lot of business jargon, I was able to fight through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au contrar, the film was a little slow and pretty predictable. The F bomb was dropped wayyy more that I would have liked it to be, although seemingly fitting for this obnoxious character Hartnett undertook. This film reveals how miserable and over-demanding the lifestyle of an extreme business man, who is only money hungry, can be. Though in the case with this film, the entrepreneur came to his senses about what really matters in life and redeemed himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Well meditated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Fitting and moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe just watch it on TV to obliterate the cursing and nudity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7203960545315046993?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7203960545315046993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7203960545315046993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7203960545315046993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7203960545315046993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4867350754457518240</id><published>2010-03-12T10:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:02:08.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s400/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s400/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I wish Danny Glover was the Pres.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Cusack - I like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda Peet - Not believable, but hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woody Harrelson - The man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is not my type of movie at all... I am trying here. All of the actions sequences were just sooooo unrealistic. Yes, I know that this is what this movie was riding on, but you could have done a better job of making the grand escapes truer to life. Probably the most unrealistic sequences I have ever seen in a film. People finding others amongst a billion, escaping the sinking of the earth in a stretch, flying a few massive planes in high intensity situations with a basic knowledge of flight, dodging lava balls in a van, jumping obstacles equivalent to Evil Knievel, and so on. On top of that, the story line and basic and predictable. We all knew what was going to happen... and it did. We were not even given time to be drawn into the characters. So, in the midst of this chaos, you can tell we are supposed to be captivated by loss and salvation, but I simply was not at all. Terrible acting as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will give it credit for it's amazing special effects. The visual appeal was more interesting to watch than Avatar, for a dude. It was just cool to see how they were going to take everything down. That is the main reason I watched. All in all, if the world is coming to an end, we are all going down, but God promised a second coming. So, if we're all going to die, I think He'd take a trip down before that instead of looking down and being like, "Man, I missed my chance". He doesn't miss things. But, either way, we would see Him here or there, so no worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Pretty Terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Even worse and cliche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Captivating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Predictable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in to apocalyptic films with special effects, see it. Otherwise, skip it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4867350754457518240?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4867350754457518240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4867350754457518240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4867350754457518240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4867350754457518240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s72-c/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7072932628864908026</id><published>2010-03-04T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:59:43.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/260smj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 450px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/260smj9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uniquely Entertaining&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Downey Jr. - Phenomenal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be careful with this one. As much as I liked, I probably equally as much should not have. It is not a very 'nice' film. I thoroughly enjoyed the original writing and acting this film birthed. It was so different, witty, and intentional. It broke the laws of most film institutes and pulled you into this unlikely story. This film also kept you in anticipation of how this whole mess was to be solved. Twists came from every direction that continued to point you to the end result. I loved its ability to humanize certain celebrities and professions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not give it 5 stars because  of some unnecessary crudeness and behavior. I also was taken out of the film during some of the ever so unrealistic action sequences. I wish they would have kept it more real and plausible than it turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Superb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Most Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Too entranced in the story to notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Unrealistic, yet wildly entertaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mature audience only... See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7072932628864908026?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7072932628864908026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7072932628864908026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7072932628864908026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7072932628864908026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/kiss-kiss-bang-bang.html' title='Kiss Kiss Bang Bang'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/260smj9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4052004752360005254</id><published>2010-03-04T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:46:28.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FInal Destination 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/FinalDestination4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 458px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/FinalDestination4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Finally Destination&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just glad there are all finished now. I was getting pretty sick of pretty much watching the same film over and over, but I had to finish. This one was by far the worst of them all. Every aspect was terrible. You'd thought these actors have never recited a line before, the writer grabbed every cliche line known to man, and the direction was exasperated it began not be funny again. All of the deaths were far fetched as usual, but more the most extreme I have ever seen.  In the filmmakers defense, we did get a lot of laughs out of it. Then again that might not be a compliment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it has 1 star... well just read the tag line and look at any pic from the movie you'd like, you'll see why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Worst yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Even worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Most typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont. Ever. See. It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4052004752360005254?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4052004752360005254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4052004752360005254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4052004752360005254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4052004752360005254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-destination-4.html' title='FInal Destination 4'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4834732166826549218</id><published>2010-03-04T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:16:33.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dan-dare.org/FreeFun/Images/CartoonsMoviesTV/StarTrek2009Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 503px;" src="http://www.dan-dare.org/FreeFun/Images/CartoonsMoviesTV/StarTrek2009Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how I feel about these...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars (no pun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only two reasons I saw this film were because of J.J. Abrams and Robby Stone. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have given it a second glance. I just do not like sci-fi, mystical, fantasy films. None of them. I can respect some (Lord of the Rings...), but don't usually enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's bring things back down to Earth. The film as good as it could be, being set in space. The visual effects were amazing. It actually developed a plot, overcame evil, love, heroism, comedy, blah blah. I accredit it all to JJ. I am a fan of his work (if you couldn't tell). It hit you with the unexpected and kept you on your feet before slowly lowering you back down. I occasionally forgot that we were in space, traveling back and forth through time. Props to Robby for the recommendation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it only got three stars is because its sci-fi and I can take a star away based solely on that considering its my blog and because of the unrealistic fight/action sequences. They posed as a distraction. Basically its just hard for me to give the epitome of sci-fi films a 4 (but i secretly want to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Mostly believable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Enticing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Its in space...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it. I might do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4834732166826549218?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4834732166826549218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4834732166826549218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4834732166826549218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4834732166826549218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3991966628634020183</id><published>2010-03-04T11:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:39:22.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/VinMagCo/FinalDestination3~Final-Destination-3-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/VinMagCo/FinalDestination3~Final-Destination-3-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta Love 'Em&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply became a fan of the first two and had to finish off watching the rest. I don't even know why I am such a fan, they are not even that good. The same thing happens in each film...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for this particular film, I liked it, but can't critique it very well at all. The acting is sub par, the writing is terrible, the effects are hokey, the scenarios are unrealistic (as they always are) and the language and nudity doesn't help. I do however, like how they sit and ponder for hours on end of how to simply kill off each person. Some of them, though unrealistic, are creative and funny to watch. My roommates and I simply think of these films as comedies. The only reason I gave it a 2 instead of 1 is because of that factor right there. It does make you tense up a few times, but more laughs follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will think twice, however, the next time I get on a roller coaster... Just as I have every time I've boarded a plane, seen a logger truck on the wet interstate, been to the dentist, the doctor, the garbage disposal, the train tracks, a car on a bridge, the weight room, a fair, fireworks, knives, hardware store, movie theater... but hey, its just a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Even worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Same as the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't see it, I just have a knack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3991966628634020183?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3991966628634020183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3991966628634020183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3991966628634020183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3991966628634020183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-destination-3.html' title='Final Destination 3'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2445566744286027060</id><published>2010-03-01T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:27:09.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bryantosh.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/theboxposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 482px;" src="http://bryantosh.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/theboxposter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not by choice&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron Diaz - Used to like her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Marsden - Awkward opposite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had heard this was a terrible movie, so I intended on napping through it while my mom watched. I would have been successful too, had it not been for the random explosions of volume the film provided. It would have been a much better use of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The acting was just terrible on all accounts. I would normally stick up for these leads, but they for some reason were not on their game. The dialogue was unconvincing and hokey. This film simply tried too hard to be uniquely creepy. The random characters and signs seemed all too misleading. I was confused and unconcerned. It takes you through a vicious loop of a meaningless plot. In the defense that you might assume I hated it cause I was in and out of sleep, my optimistic mother hated it as well. You live and learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Unsuccessfully trying to be something it couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Are you kidding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2445566744286027060?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2445566744286027060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2445566744286027060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2445566744286027060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2445566744286027060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/box.html' title='The Box'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4305167663586228661</id><published>2010-03-01T14:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:28:07.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/105/1052224/everybodys-fine-20091204095605898-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 430px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/105/1052224/everybodys-fine-20091204095605898-000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potential tear jerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert De Niro - Older than he looks here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew Barrymore - Convincing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Beckinsale - Love of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam Rockwell - All I can think of is him in The Green Mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a decent/humbling film. It tells stories of how life may not pan out exactly the way you intended it to be. You may not be as successful, perfect, or living up to the standards others have made for you. But through all of this, we can find happiness and love if we are honest. I like the journey this father takes to become closer to his unfolding family. There are a lot of loose ends that all start to come together. I really enjoyed the portrayal of their younger selves in opportune times (except they could have picked a more fitting "young Drew Barrymore" since we all know what she really did look like). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it had great intentions and entertained me, it proved a bit unrealistic and slow. Some of the dialogue took me out of the element, but that was probably just me. I do appreciate how it wrapped it self all together in the end and left you feeling hopeful amongst this depressing plot line. My mom cried a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I took two stars away was first because it wasn't the most enjoyable 2 hours I have ever spent, and secondly, it lacked originality. All in all, I believe it was a success for the filmmakers purpose and vision. It had me thinking about it and how it applies to my life long after I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Couldn't have done better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Almost great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Great intentions and themes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4305167663586228661?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4305167663586228661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4305167663586228661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4305167663586228661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4305167663586228661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybodys-fine.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fine'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1487677710914485426</id><published>2010-02-19T10:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:43:54.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/valentinesday325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 479px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/valentinesday325.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Girl&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going against the fact I knew it was not going to be a good film, I took my mom and went to see it for my girl, Julia Roberts. Loved every moment that she was on the screen, just hated the rest of the film. This wannabe Love Actually flick just flopped. As many huge celebrities it carried, the acting was just terrible. Its rare that a film will have that many celebrities and actually be good. The exception is Ocean's 11. Usually, they are trying to make up for something and in this case it was the terrible script. It simply did not come to life for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift is not an actress. Don't get me started on that Taylor Lautner. Jessican Biel lost too much weight. Patrick Dempsey played a doctor, imagine that. Jamie Foxx, I can't stand. Jennifer Garner did a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say there were rare moments when I actually laughed out loud and that Ashton Kutcher, as much as I don't like him, did a good job. I always like seeing George Lopez as well. It was fun to see all of the places I used to go to as well when I lived in LA. I would imagine most of their budget was spent on actors, considering all the scenes took place in LA, no special effects, and no great script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Mostly terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Even worse, so many cliche lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Very basic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: That killed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a girl into chick flicks with nothing else to do... see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1487677710914485426?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1487677710914485426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1487677710914485426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1487677710914485426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1487677710914485426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5606806334435600526</id><published>2010-02-19T09:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:01:10.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosford Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bradleyvision.net/Export/images/1656f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 475px;" src="http://bradleyvision.net/Export/images/1656f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who Done It?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Gambon - Holds his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clive Owen - Not much range&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan Phillippe - Believable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just bored during this film. Its another one of those dinner murder mystery type. Personally, I loved the movie Clue 10x fold. This film even makes fun of itself when two characters are discussing a horrible film one is producing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000837/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Morris Weissman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, not really. Most of it takes place at a shooting party in a country house. Sort of like this one, actually. Murder in the middle of the night, a lot of guests for the weekend, everyone's a suspect. You know, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001749/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Constance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How horrid. And who turns out to have done it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000837/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Morris Weissman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, I couldn't tell you that. It would spoil it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001749/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Constance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, but none of us will see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much sums up this film. I didn't even care who did it and why. I, along with most of the characters, was even glad that it had been done. There was simply not enough plot or gripping story to make me care. In fact, every other scene was someone cheating on someone else sexually. And by the end of the movie you are not left satisfied at all. It didn't seem to come full circle. Kind of just leaves you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I didn't give it a 1 is because it had great dialogue. The absence of words in most cases drew me in. So many times films use so much dialogue and too much rambling to explain things. This film was concise and deliberate. It made me try to hang on to every word, even though I could hardly understand half of them with their terrible accents, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Above average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Nothing stands out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Unoriginal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5606806334435600526?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5606806334435600526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5606806334435600526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5606806334435600526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5606806334435600526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/gosford-park.html' title='Gosford Park'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7415792602174529307</id><published>2010-02-09T00:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:23:26.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarface</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brian.wmp3.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/scarface-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 443px;" src="http://brian.wmp3.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/scarface-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anticipation of the famous line was killing me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al Pacino - This made him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle Pfeiffer - Strung out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film was well done and I can see why it was praised in its time. The ultimate guy film. It had a little of everything, but a lot of violence and F bombs (you were warned). I appreciated the way it was put together and the smart dialogue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, confusing at times. Yes, slow at times. Yes, outdated. Yes, typical mobster/drug dealing movie. But it kept me attention, kept my focus, kept me in anticipation, kept me surprised, and kept doing its job of entertaining me. It did run a little long. All profanity and bad acting extras aside, its decent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Almost all superb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Unique, harsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Good for the era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Typical with some twists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it got exactly a three is because even though this isn't my typical appeal and favorite era, I was intrigued and engrossed in Pacino's abilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try and see it, but be prepared. (longevity and profanity)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7415792602174529307?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7415792602174529307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7415792602174529307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7415792602174529307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7415792602174529307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/scarface.html' title='Scarface'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4826429944345075084</id><published>2010-02-04T10:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:34:48.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Abiding Citizen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rockmetaltalk.com/images/Law_abiding_citizen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.rockmetaltalk.com/images/Law_abiding_citizen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first film of 2010...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, its been a while since the I've seen it, so forgive my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerard Butler: Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie Foxx: Never liked him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a smart film. It keeps you on your toes. It keeps you thinking. It makes you think about of flawed justice system. The emotional attachment might not be there, but it gets its point across. Its a good thing this situation falls into the lap of this unordinary American. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much of a family movie. There is profanity and some grotesque scenes. More of a dude flick if you will.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Most all of it was excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Smart and to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: A little above average. Nothing Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Pretty basic premise with intriguing turns.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason its not 5 stars is because its semi predictable towards the end, it has Jamie Foxx, unrealistic, and it didn't provide anything I've never seen before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4826429944345075084?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4826429944345075084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4826429944345075084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4826429944345075084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4826429944345075084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/law-abiding-citizen.html' title='Law Abiding Citizen'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-752114382342525712</id><published>2010-02-02T23:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:36:05.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inglorious Bastards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ekd.com/images/covers/InglouriousBasterds-tf.org-free-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 506px;" src="http://www.ekd.com/images/covers/InglouriousBasterds-tf.org-free-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's a BINGO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad Pitt: Warming up to him, Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christoph Waltz: Brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diane Kruger: Love/Like relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say enough about this film. From the first scene till the last, it had me intrigued. The way Tarantino creates his films is obviously like no other. My heart was racing the entire time either out of tension, laughter, excitement, brutality, or laughter. It truly keeps you on edge anticipating the ultimate climax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way Tarantino creates suspense between two characters. Less is more. Brilliant twists and turns to set up each scene. The dialogue was straightforward and witty. Each actor delivered. Waltz never caught me looking away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Top Notch all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Genius, meditated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Exciting and new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Intriguing and heroic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is violence, language, and gore. Ratings are there for a reason. Don't watch with a week stomach or a dislike for Tarantino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-752114382342525712?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/752114382342525712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=752114382342525712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/752114382342525712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/752114382342525712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/inglorious-bastards.html' title='Inglorious Bastards'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5583013925398445943</id><published>2010-02-02T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:36:26.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/fame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/fame1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Actors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, this had nothing to do with the original Fame musical. None of the same characters, music, or plot. Not that I remember it all that well to begin with, but I at least know none of the songs were the same. That part was semi disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, it sucked. The acting, singing, and story line were all hokey.  I am just not in to these kinds of films. They are real corny and amateur. I guess it leaves you with a feel good feeling though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Below par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Yeah, right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Elementary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Too dreamlike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it at least got a 1 is because I won't give a 0 and the message had good intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5583013925398445943?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5583013925398445943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5583013925398445943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5583013925398445943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5583013925398445943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1053690005660303884</id><published>2010-01-24T22:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:36:47.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/post_grad_poster-337x499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 499px;" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/post_grad_poster-337x499.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was forced, should have ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexis Bledel: Cannot stand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say I don't like her as an actress and a person, having met her three times (In LA). She annoys and frustrates me. How do people like this end up in Hollywood? Well, never mind. She ruined any part of this film that might have been great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom wanted me to watch this with her cause it has Zach Gilford (Matt Saracen from Friday Night Lights in it). I figured I could take a nap during it... if only I were so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed to have all the hopes of being another Little Miss Sunshine (great film), but lacked all the parts. The writing, acting, and directing was all sub par. Great potential gone bad. There were not many parts about this film I enjoyed. Maybe the occasional chuckle, yeah I said chuckle. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Next time hire actors (excluding Zach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Almost there, felt empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Someone was behind the camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Typical and predictable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it didn't get a 0 is because I would never give a film that at least made it into the public eye a 0, they must have done something right. Just not sure if they did enough right things to deserve a 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1053690005660303884?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1053690005660303884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1053690005660303884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1053690005660303884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1053690005660303884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-grad.html' title='Post Grad'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7021162465060224729</id><published>2010-01-24T22:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:37:16.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/movielady/library/paranormal-activity-movie-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 420px;" src="http://blog.seattlepi.com/movielady/library/paranormal-activity-movie-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, of course this stuff is real. I am not saying its not and that I don't believe in it. I just don't mess with it, rightfully so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, this film did not do much for me. I have to admit I am not usually a fan of scary movies in the first place. I am just thinking too much about the actors, stagehands, camera angles, and such to really get into them trying to freak me out. Maybe, it my way of protecting myself. The film did have some extremely tense moments that were shot well, other than that, it was pretty basic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some parts were hokey, some were predictable, and some were laughable. I tried so hard to restrain myself from commenting in order not to ruin the film for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Below Average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Seemed to be all improved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Did a great job for having been shot all in one house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Blare Witch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it didn't get 1 star is because it does grab you at parts, it was successful on a really small budget, and it kept my attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just skip it. Cheap scare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7021162465060224729?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7021162465060224729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7021162465060224729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7021162465060224729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7021162465060224729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2324120396179417218</id><published>2010-01-24T22:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:37:04.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rippleeffects.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/julie-and-julia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 436px;" src="http://rippleeffects.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/julie-and-julia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... I saw it... It was given to me free from SAG.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meryl Streep: In Top 10 Best Actresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy Adams: Likeable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was actually a decent film. Honestly, it kind of sparked my ambition to review every film I see in 2010. How about that? It is a feel good movie that is encouraging to our society. I always got a kick out of Julia's excitement, while at the same time annoyed with her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is built around Julia Childs and cooking, but is actually kind of enjoyable to watch. I did fall asleep toward the end. I don't think they wrapped it up very well though. Its just interesting to see if Amy Adam's character is going to make it through her one year goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: All around great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Streep brings it to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Basic, not a highlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Inquisitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it got three stars is because it had as many high points as low points...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm, not a necessity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2324120396179417218?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2324120396179417218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2324120396179417218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2324120396179417218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2324120396179417218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7814802992745843893</id><published>2010-01-24T22:53:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:56:55.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://depauldemontracks.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/up_in_the_air_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://depauldemontracks.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/up_in_the_air_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More like, down to Earth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Clooney - Pretty much the same, but good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just really enjoyed this film for reasons I might not be able to express clearly. I loved its use of camera work and silence. Some of the scenes draw you in with no music whatsoever. That tool has proven pretty powerful (No Country For Old Men). I liked the smart dialogue and wit. This film had the potential to be very slow and boring, but proved to only be a little slow and more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some scenes take you to face reality and others take you to an unrealistic scenario. All in all they did a good job with a film about a dude that fires people for a living. They bring you up and down again. The life of a traveler might seem appealing at first, but proven to be very lonely and monotonous without a partner. There were some great dialogues about life and relationships. Obviously Christ is the ultimate fulfiller, but they got some stuff pretty close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Human and intellectual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Perfect fit for the mood of the film, great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Depressing, yet humbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost gave this film 4 stars, but took it back simply because it just didn't feel right in that category with all the other 4's. It wasn't just lacking one thing, there were a few things I enjoy to see more in films. More motion is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, see it. Some sexual scenes and conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7814802992745843893?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7814802992745843893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7814802992745843893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7814802992745843893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7814802992745843893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Up In The Air'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2579489808047177400</id><published>2010-01-24T22:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:37:31.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>North by Northwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leninimports.com/hitchcock_north_by_northwest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 465px;" src="http://www.leninimports.com/hitchcock_north_by_northwest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cary Grant fan&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cary Grant: Always a pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know this is supposed to be a classic. Thing is, I just don't much like watching the old classics. I don't get much out of them. I can appreciate the film for what it was in its time, but times have changed. It was kind of slow and boring. The plane scene on the cover was some of the most action, but not even suspenseful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Alfred Hitchcock is the man. I will always support a film of his. He began to bring so much to the table with innovative, thriller films. I still have a collection of shorts from him that I need to see and review...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Classic overdramatic type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Stale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Ok, for its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Creative, yet dull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it didn't get just 1 star is because it has Cary Grant, its a classic, and Alfred Hitchcock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say see it, but just sit back, relax, and enjoy. Don't get upset if you fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2579489808047177400?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2579489808047177400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2579489808047177400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2579489808047177400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2579489808047177400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/north-by-northwest.html' title='North by Northwest'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1387347414992647755</id><published>2010-01-24T22:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:37:44.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/precious-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/precious-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to swallow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mo'nique - Her awards say enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabourey Sidibe - Great, couldn't been better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As dark and real as this film was, I thought it was very well put together. It's not one that is going to cheer you up and make you feel good, but I have been itching to see it again. It's raw scenes are hard to sit through, but that tells you they are getting their point across. There are a few glimpses of hope and humor. We are truly blessed as a people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty extreme profanity and explicit scenes. I initially wish this film did without that, but it wouldn't be the film it was written to become...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Superb for the difficulty of the script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Harsh, but picks you back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Hard to swallow, but necessary to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it didn't get 5 stars is because the story could have been fuller and there could have been a wider arrange of characters... and more highs (but they didn't want that)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have to see it, but won't forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1387347414992647755?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1387347414992647755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1387347414992647755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1387347414992647755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1387347414992647755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5955774821607674728</id><published>2010-01-24T22:51:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:22.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty Dead Men Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Fifty_Dead_Men_Walking/FiftyDeadMenWalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Fifty_Dead_Men_Walking/FiftyDeadMenWalking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Kingsley - Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim Sturgess - Fine job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, this is going to be a terrible review. I barely remember this movie at all. I couldn't even tell you what it was about. It was weeks ago when I saw it (I promise I am not going to continue to take this long to review a movie) and fell asleep a little. I remember it giving away the ending at the beginning, being really slow, confusing, but picking up towards the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Really creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason it got two stars instead of 1 is because I remember being able to appreciate some aspects of it, just forgot what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it didn't get 1 star is because of the writing and the fact that it almost make a great comeback from the slow pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5955774821607674728?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5955774821607674728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5955774821607674728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5955774821607674728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5955774821607674728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/fifty-dead-men-walking.html' title='Fifty Dead Men Walking'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2578012641130025144</id><published>2010-01-24T22:51:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:08.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel Without A Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Rebel-Without-a-Cause-Poster-C10298111.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 450px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Rebel-Without-a-Cause-Poster-C10298111.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie Without A Cause&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Dean: Naturally Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care how classic James Dean was, he could not carry this film. I am not even sure what the point of it was. The little kid in it was so confusing and weird. He kind of creeped me out with his obsession to Dean's character. It was fun to look back on the classic Hollywood days, but other than that, I couldn't find a reason to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched this with Robby and Jason. Robby fell asleep (or was that me), Jason went to bed. What does this say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought it was picking up towards the end, but it failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Terrible, other than Dean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Pointless, but decent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: No, this was pointless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe there is something huge that I am missing here, but this film just did not interest me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't See It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2578012641130025144?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2578012641130025144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2578012641130025144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2578012641130025144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2578012641130025144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/rebel-without-cause.html' title='Rebel Without A Cause'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2237657647495163296</id><published>2010-01-24T22:51:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:37:55.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me If You Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/y/g/4/lovemeifyoudarepubm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 402px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/y/g/4/lovemeifyoudarepubm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top romantic comedy (of sorts) of all time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guillaume Canet - Few better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marion Cotillard - I think I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I really really enjoyed this French film. It was visually appealing, beautifully spoken, wickedly stunning, and pleasantly witty. Its an original story with many twists. It keeps you curious about what's to come, yet unwilling to leave what's before you. It brings out the poet in me, ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that it is all in French adds a beauty that is rare. The colors fantastically set the mood. The characters couldn't seem more real. It taps into that daring side of everyone that is waiting to explode. Some crude humor and scenes, but a hit in my book nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: They were acting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Witty, thoughtful, timely, fluid, beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: One of the things that makes this film so brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Original and daring, if you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it got 5 stars is obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2237657647495163296?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2237657647495163296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2237657647495163296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2237657647495163296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2237657647495163296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-me-if-you-dare.html' title='Love Me If You Dare'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6741720602881451770</id><published>2010-01-24T22:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:33.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bruges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_5/InBrugesPoster_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_5/InBrugesPoster_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, let me think back...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin Farrell: Pretty good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan Gleeson: Relatable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ralph Fiennes: Same facial expression throughout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The premise is very simple and the film is slow. It mostly all takes place in Bruges. Some tense scenes, some violence, so great writing, some beauty, some extreme predicaments, pretty much somes it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that, I don't even remember what happens in the end. Sad, thats my memory for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Great actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Above average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it only got two stars is because it simply wasn't entertaining enough. It was depressing with no great resolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't See It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6741720602881451770?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6741720602881451770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6741720602881451770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6741720602881451770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6741720602881451770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-bruges.html' title='In Bruges'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7470090766733720961</id><published>2010-01-24T22:49:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:56.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>City of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thegrio.com/uploads/city-of-god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.thegrio.com/uploads/city-of-god.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might have fallen asleep a little...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/5 Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No main actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film is centered all around really young kids in gangs. The teenagers run this town and will shoot whomever they please to get what they want. It is emotional and graphic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't sit down to enjoy this film, you sit down to learn from it. The question is, whether or not what you learn was worth seeing or learning. I personally could have done without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Some great! Others just terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Very believable and fluid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Actually a high point to the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Semi confusing and complicated. It was hard for me to keep all the names and places straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it only got 2 stars is mainly because I just didn't enjoy it. I don't often enjoy these types of films. Strictly violent with no attachment. I mean, just look on the cover how many characters there are. Choose American Gangster above this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't See It. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7470090766733720961?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7470090766733720961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7470090766733720961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7470090766733720961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7470090766733720961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-of-god.html' title='City of God'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1293514927881332552</id><published>2010-01-24T22:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:45.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MG/199635~Good-Will-Hunting-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MG/199635~Good-Will-Hunting-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite films of all time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 Stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin Williams: Classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Damon: Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Affleck: Actually, believable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minnie Driver: Heart-warming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, I fell asleep during the first two attempts to watch this film. Once at a friend's and once on Samford lawn. Finally, gave it a third try years ago and loved it. This viewing was with AJ Burandt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of enough great things to say about this film. Matt Damon's year of writing this script really show and paid off. It's smart, emotional, funny, and down to earth. This film leaves you feeling good about life and wanting to use it to its full potential. We all love those boy genius stories, this is one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that it launched Damon and Affleck's careers just adds to the story. It was their baby and they were lucky enough to birth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting: Excellent all around. (Casey Affleck need not be overlooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing: Intentional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: Pretty average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story Line: Compelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would warn you about the profanity. I didn't expect or deem it necessary to use so many F bombs. So, unless that overwhelmingly distracts you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you like them apples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1293514927881332552?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1293514927881332552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1293514927881332552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1293514927881332552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1293514927881332552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-8664582385313591316</id><published>2010-01-23T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:44:31.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Critiquing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here we go again. I decided to keep track of every movie that I watched in 2010. I figured I watch too many films, but wanted to prove it to myself. Epiphany: why not try and make the most of what some might say is wasted time. I'll share my loves and hates about each film with whomever cares to read. Therefore, I can look back on the year and recall my film journey. Highs and lows, ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am... writing out what I think of each movie that I watch during the year of 2010. Some will be very outdated, some I will have been forced to see, some epic, and some we've seen a thousand times. Agree or disagree, this is what I thought. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is it's a good thing I watched Avatar in 2009, or we'd probably be starting off on the wrong foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-8664582385313591316?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8664582385313591316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=8664582385313591316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8664582385313591316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8664582385313591316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2010/02/film-critiquing_06.html' title='Film Critiquing'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6152833049937575812</id><published>2009-02-19T00:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:59:11.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Video</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I was able to upload my video onto youtube. I am not sure how long it is going to stay posted, but I figured it might get more views there. So take a look. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFcTMRMZ664&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFcTMRMZ664&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6152833049937575812?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6152833049937575812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6152833049937575812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6152833049937575812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6152833049937575812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-video.html' title='Kiss Video'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2480937946980312949</id><published>2009-01-12T13:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:20:59.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World That We Livin In</title><content type='html'>I am pro this commercial. Ironically enough, you either have to be on the computer or in front of a television to watch it. But I guess that is their target audience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMoT1abNipM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMoT1abNipM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEBOW, the man, the legend is back!! We takin over!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2480937946980312949?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2480937946980312949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2480937946980312949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2480937946980312949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2480937946980312949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='The World That We Livin In'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3719528168081728958</id><published>2009-01-07T18:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:05:15.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air!</title><content type='html'>Aight. Here is another video that I made for Awaken. A compilation of love scenes from famous chick flicks. This one goes out to all my hopeless romantics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2754117&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2754117&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2754117"&gt;Awaken - Kiss Video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user623500"&gt;Katlin Miller&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3719528168081728958?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3719528168081728958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3719528168081728958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3719528168081728958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3719528168081728958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air!'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1214530365262459284</id><published>2008-12-04T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:21:38.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>I do realize I am terrible about keeping this thing continuously updated. I will try to do better about thinking of it. Until then, just think of it as you winning the lottery. You never know that day that you check it, might just be the same day I post after weeks of nothingness!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something special for my 2 viewers that have been waiting in eager anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2428509&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2428509&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2428509"&gt;Welcome To Nashville&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user623500"&gt;Katlin Miller&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1214530365262459284?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1214530365262459284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1214530365262459284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1214530365262459284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1214530365262459284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7964287524838439952</id><published>2008-11-08T02:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:23:38.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupational Hazard</title><content type='html'>So, is it bad when you see a street sign that says "Seven Springs" that all you read is "Steven Spielberg"? Guess that is what seeking a profession in film does to ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7964287524838439952?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7964287524838439952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7964287524838439952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7964287524838439952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7964287524838439952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/11/occupational-hazard.html' title='Occupational Hazard'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4823456880583579162</id><published>2008-11-01T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:39:00.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't We All?</title><content type='html'>I do not intend to share youtube videos about pointless funny moments, but could not stand to pass this up. This would def happen to me as an interviewer. Don't forget to note the seriousness of the topic of conversation considering the lady in the wheelchair...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9rrkUdAn0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9rrkUdAn0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4823456880583579162?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4823456880583579162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4823456880583579162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4823456880583579162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4823456880583579162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/11/wouldnt-we-all.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t We All?'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4269645744008514964</id><published>2008-10-31T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:50:00.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For all ages, shapes, sizes, and species...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/familycrafts/1/0/U/j/1/shrekcost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 454px; height: 390px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/familycrafts/1/0/U/j/1/shrekcost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pagog.com/pics/2007/10/09/halloween_costumes_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.pagog.com/pics/2007/10/09/halloween_costumes_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/jbenge/Nacho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 426px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/jbenge/Nacho1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g215/nikki_photo_2006/BestHalloweenCostume2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 791px; height: 501px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g215/nikki_photo_2006/BestHalloweenCostume2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pagog.com/pics/2007/10/09/halloween_costumes_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.pagog.com/pics/2007/10/09/halloween_costumes_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4269645744008514964?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4269645744008514964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4269645744008514964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4269645744008514964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4269645744008514964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3907005766097732579</id><published>2008-10-30T15:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:34:00.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit O' Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanthinker.com/Obama%20Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.americanthinker.com/Obama%20Change.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would this blog be like if I didnt spice it up a little with some political insight. I believe this next statement is about all you need to hear. Things will change alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barack Obama applied for a job with the FBI or the Secret Service, he would be disqualified because of his past association with William Ayers, a known terrorist.  And yet, he is heading for the highest office in the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Obama is elected President he would not pass the security screening to be his own body guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story. Happy Voting everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3907005766097732579?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3907005766097732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3907005766097732579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3907005766097732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3907005766097732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-o-politics_30.html' title='Bit O&apos; Politics'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-8248848169710763616</id><published>2008-10-29T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:23:16.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>So if you know me at all, you know that I am bad with names and now faces. I will meet the same person three or four times introducing myself saying, "I dont believe we have met before." The stories go on and on and on again about how I forgot someone's name and was slapped, rejected, boldfaced turned from, and the typical rolling of the eyes. But the most recent and embarrassing story lies here in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a new town, meeting new friends, and looking for a new job. I can start new and fresd and don't have to be known as, Katlin - the guy who wont remember your name. But au contraire (word of the blog). In walks the main character Dustin, scene goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, Katlin. Meet our friend Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katlin:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later that evening, like 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katlin:&lt;/span&gt; Curtis, do you want anything to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dustin:&lt;/span&gt; Um, its Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later that SAME evening, like 30 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katlin:&lt;/span&gt; Curtis, which one do you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt; It's Dustin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a few days later at a party)&lt;br /&gt;(Dustin walks up to Katlin for the first time at the party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dustin:&lt;/span&gt; Katlin! (Followed by a huge hand slap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katlin:&lt;/span&gt; Cole!!&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward exchange of looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;: No, it's Curtis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katlin:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, yeah Curtis!! What's up!! (oblivious to the obvious sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dustin:&lt;/span&gt; No, for real, its Dustin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-8248848169710763616?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8248848169710763616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=8248848169710763616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8248848169710763616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8248848169710763616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-8124750372464574655</id><published>2008-10-04T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:44:46.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God of This City</title><content type='html'>Sorry this has not been updated in a while. On the move to Nashville next weekend. Busy working construction and put this video together for you to check out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1885775&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1885775&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1885775?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1885775"&gt;Africa - God of This City&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user623500?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1885775"&gt;Katlin Miller&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1885775"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-8124750372464574655?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8124750372464574655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=8124750372464574655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8124750372464574655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/8124750372464574655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-of-this-city.html' title='God of This City'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7092872246034785522</id><published>2008-09-10T17:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:31:41.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/images/logo_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/images/logo_home.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Times;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I have to take at least one of these blogs to brag on my boy Matt Chandler. He is a pastor from The Village church in Texas. You most definitely need to check out his podcast. I listen to him faithfully and never get enough. He truly has changed areas of my life. I have grown so much in the past couple of years from listening to him speak. I can go on and on about how great of a speaker and pastor I think he is, but is a small piece of one of his sermons that struck me the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Lord's favor is a peculiar thing, is it not?  Like, if we talked honestly and openly, most of us would have a very difficult time with the reality that there's this real deep pleasure in the heart of God for us right now.  It's not a stretch for us to believe that God loves us in the future, because we're going to do better, aren't we?  I heard this illustration, and I loved it.  What if you knew that in order for your kid to not fall over anymore but be able to run free and strong, he was going to have to fall down fifteen times—I mean horrific, fifteen—I mean—bam—like blood, teeth, ear fell off—I mean, bad.  Fifteen times he was going to fall and bust, but then after that fifteenth time, he'd never fall again.  I think two things would occur every time he fell.  One would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the hurt of the fall, but the second thing would be a joy in knowing, “Only fourteen more.  Only thirteen more.  Only twelve more.  Only one more year.  Only three more years.  Only one more fall.” The favor of the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see, the thing that's driving all of our doing instead of being is when you strip away all of our correct language, we still don't believe that God loves us because of the cross of Jesus Christ and the shed blood.  We haven't by faith embraced that.  We can embrace that God loves, but God loves those who do well.  Isn't that what we really believe?  Not that God loves us right now.  But most of us don't buy that.  Honestly, most of us believe that we've got to do these things in order for there to be any real pleasure of God in us.  We've got to read our Bible daily.  And we've got to pray every day, and we've got to do that and do this and we’ve got to do these things and that's how we get the Lord's favor, by being a good Christian, which biblically there's no definition of.  There can't be a definition of that,  because either by faith you've embraced the righteousness of Christ, or you haven't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And that's why you're seeing so many men and women here in Dallas who we're baptizing who get in the water with this testimony: “I grew up in church, and then I walked away.  I didn't know the gospel.  I’m back.”  I mean, probably 80% of the people that we've baptized over the last five years have got in the water with that testimony.  “I grew up in church.  I never knew the gospel.  I knew quiet time.  I knew, 'Don't cuss.'  I knew, 'Don't go see Terminator 2.  It will mess up your mind.  Garbage in, garbage out.'  I knew, 'Don't listen to secular music.'  That's what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I knew.  Nobody told me about imparted righteousness.”  Easy to press in and love a God who you believe has an infinite amount of pleasure in you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If my daughter thinks I'm angry at her, do you know what she does?  She hides.  But if she knows she going to walk in the room and I'm going to be like, “Look at that!  Get a camera!”  If she knows that there's going to be this implicit joy in me when I see her, then she wants to sit by me.  She wants to sit on my lap.  She wants to tell me about her day. She wants to walk with me.  Do you think that's some kind of a coincidence, or do you think maybe God's trying to communicate something? I know—narrow is the path, and few get it.  It's frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-7092872246034785522?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7092872246034785522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7092872246034785522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7092872246034785522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7092872246034785522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/09/chandler.html' title='The Chandler'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-487048450298840960</id><published>2008-09-04T14:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:18:15.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smile.dmenet.com/HttpHandlers/SmileImageHandler.ashx?n=Katlin%20Miller&amp;amp;s=aualum_email&amp;amp;w=330"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://smile.dmenet.com/HttpHandlers/SmileImageHandler.ashx?n=Katlin%20Miller&amp;amp;s=aualum_email&amp;amp;w=330" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Auburn decided to finally acknowledge me for all my accomplishments and hard work. Although I am not a big fan of the football team, I accepted this honor on the field at last weeks game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely you can see me at the top of the "T" on about the 48 yd line. It only lasted a few minutes, but thats about all the time I would want my name to appear on this field if it had to, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they got wind of my stunning career in LA or just realized how cool of a guy I was on campus. I only spent 2 1/2 years there, but this must of been there gesture to pay me back for all those hours I wasted talking to Mary Martin Hall (Office of Admin and Loans).  Or maybe they were making up for having me park so far away or ride my bike in the cold rainy weather. Or maybe it was those 2 hours I just HAD TO HAVE in order to graduate, so I took bowling. But most likely it was there way of lessing the terror of the big fat bill they slapped me with in order to obtain a piece of paper that is now useless to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I LOVED my experience!! The friends and classmates that I found will never be replaced. The stories and memories are endless. I would not have traded it for the world. The campus is beautiful and it offers any student an amazing college experience. The institution...well... its Auburn for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-487048450298840960?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/487048450298840960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=487048450298840960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/487048450298840960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/487048450298840960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-auburn-decided-to-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-4792581767973406981</id><published>2008-08-30T23:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:08:05.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/sifk/2007/sifk/writers/andre_carter/12/07/heisman/tim-tebow.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/sifk/2007/sifk/writers/andre_carter/12/07/heisman/tim-tebow.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can superman be any better? The Gators truly have a gift amongst them. I could go on and on about the greatness of Tebow, but he speaks for himself, and will be around much longer to prove it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/broadband/video/videopage?categoryId=null&amp;amp;brand=null&amp;amp;videoId=3558518&amp;amp;n8pe6c=2"&gt;Tim Tebow&lt;/a&gt;: The strong, the proud, the brave, the quick, the humble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-4792581767973406981?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4792581767973406981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=4792581767973406981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4792581767973406981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/4792581767973406981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/pressure.html' title='Pressure?'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6806182910178635070</id><published>2008-08-28T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:44:12.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't We All..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xt/200458507-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;g=DV&amp;amp;s=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;So this old couple in their 80's or 90's walked into the gym today. She had a cane and casual/conservative clothes and he was wearing his old man slacks and button down short sleeve shirt. Both with grey hair. They walked hand and hand all the way to the machine next to me. I hated to stare, but his eyes never left her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He helped her onto the leg extension machine and they both started figuring out the adjustments together. He triple checked that she had the correct weights to lift and placed her hands and feet where they needed to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he just stood right beside her with his hands in his pockets, watching diligently as she did each extension. After some time she was finished, he helped her off, then they walked hand and hand to the next machine to continue her morning workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so hard to take my eyes off of them. I pray for that kind of love everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6806182910178635070?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6806182910178635070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6806182910178635070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6806182910178635070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6806182910178635070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-we-all.html' title='Don&apos;t We All..'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5466978135264435962</id><published>2008-08-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:00:00.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So football season is just around the corner! I am pumped. It reminds me of the time I played football for GHS back when I was a freshman in high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cool, crisp, Fall night. GHS was ahead by... enough. Coach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to start rotating his second, third, fourth... strings onto the field. It was my time to shine! I will never forget the way he said, "Miller, you're in." because I happened to forget everything else, "Blah blah tight end blah blah run a blah blah even number blah blah bird blah blah and send blah blah blah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLXEKHipuiE/SK7mWYHXrCI/AAAAAAAABDA/qcDSkI7gRKc/s200/200116805-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237376688783338530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk out in awe of the crowd that surrounded me. They were scarce and cheerless. It wasn't what I had always dream of, but still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; pretty cool. As I am turning in circles with my eyes up, I hear "MILLER!" and run to the middle of the huddle. I am already embarrassed. My goal is just to fit in, clap, and break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good plan until viciously thrown off course by the words, "Miller, did coach tell you the play?" My heart sank, I looked around at all my colleagues, then said what my father, the preacher in the stands, would be proud of, "No! He told Bater (the other 'not first string wide receiver/tight end that ran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the field w/ me)". Bater, confused and under pressure just stood there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://apudgeisasandwich.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/sandlot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stuttered. Pretending to save the day (that I justruined) I said, "Come on Bater, I even heard coach tell you that we should run a 28... wings right... fly widespread.... pattern." Feeling like Smalls in the movie the Sandlot after he asked who Baby Ruthie was, I looked at the QB. He gave me a strange look and said, "Ok, break!" I was relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hesitantly make my way to the line, trying to find a spot where needed. It was at this point that I remembered I was not playing my usual wide receiver position, but rather a tight end... that blocked. I found my place across from big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy. I did my three point stance, the one thing I did remember how to do. I think the QB hiked the ball and the whistle was blown. Bater was offsides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/10149917.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=8EABB65AB8D3A4B1B33BDACD40457701" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We regrouped, broke, and went back to the line. Just as the QB &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiked the ball I shot off the line, with such power, just in time to meet big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy in the middle. He expectedly overcame me, BUT I pulled him to the right, creating the perfect hole for our QB to run through and score a 40 yard TOUCHDOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I must say that it was all because of me. He actually came back and thanked me. We reviewed the tapes later and coach pointed out my triumphant block that lead into a TD noting something like every position on the team is vital. Then!... i quit, at the end of the season of course. I guess I just wanted to go out with a bang, ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5466978135264435962?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5466978135264435962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5466978135264435962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5466978135264435962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5466978135264435962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown!'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLXEKHipuiE/SK7mWYHXrCI/AAAAAAAABDA/qcDSkI7gRKc/s72-c/200116805-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-1648035794768350994</id><published>2008-08-21T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:35:40.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance Enhancing Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chris_cypher.tripod.com/mdea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://chris_cypher.tripod.com/mdea.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;WICHITA, Kan. — A Kansas burglar apparently likes to be clean — but isn't so good about clean getaways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Police in Wichita said it appears a man broke into a house Friday night to wash his clothes but fled in boxers, with his jeans still in the washer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Here's what happened: A woman reported that she returned home, found her basement laundry room in disarray and went upstairs to call her husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;That's when a man wearing only blue boxer shorts came upstairs, grabbed her purse and ran out the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Police Sgt. Diane Varnell said the woman chased him and recovered her purse, but the burglar is still on the loose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Varnell said it appears the man simply needed to wash his clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;This raises three questions for me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;1. Does the burglar not was his underwear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;2. Does this man have nothing better to do on a Friday night then wash only his jeans in someone else's washer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;3. The woman chased him down and recovered her purse? (see title)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I would have loved to see this half naked guy running through the neighborhood w/ a purse in hand get beat down by a woman who feels it only necessary to take the purse, probably hit him over the head, and walk away. Somewhere this pantless, purseless man is still wondering the streets. Lets pray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-1648035794768350994?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1648035794768350994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=1648035794768350994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1648035794768350994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/1648035794768350994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/performance-enhancing-drugs.html' title='Performance Enhancing Drugs'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-7444093940404240946</id><published>2008-08-06T18:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:34:20.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Motion</title><content type='html'>So my friend commonly known as &lt;a href="http://www.biscuet.com/"&gt;Biscuet &lt;/a&gt;and I created had some free time on our hands. Being the productive young gentlemen that we are, we decided to create a few stop motion films for anyone's viewing pleasure. This is only the beginning of something big. I don't know what, considering he will be in China for the next 2 and 1/2 years, but something big indeed. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e387ce58948585b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c3dd0c7482d6087c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7444093940404240946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=7444093940404240946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7444093940404240946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/7444093940404240946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-motion.html' title='Stop Motion'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3761888353860209520</id><published>2008-08-01T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:25:04.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating form packing...</title><content type='html'>So I decided to start treating this like any other blog. I just cannot come up with fun crazy stories any more and have too many other things I would like to say and do with this page. There will still be stories, but also other interesting facts or questions. I kind of hit rock bottom with my x-terra story, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am FINALLY ALL FINISHED WITH COLLEGE! I was walking out of the Haley Center today with my head up after turning in my 40 PAGE research paper. When I got in my car, my recently new closet favorite song was playing: Leavin by the ever so popular Jesse McCartney, haha. It was almost perfect.... cause i was.... leavin.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep this short, just wanted to inform you of the change. Take of a look at the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMHpS8PD8vs"&gt;short film&lt;/a&gt; I just produced. It is something small and off the cuff. I took a couple hours of shooting and a day of editing. The challenge was to get it all in one shot, at the perfect time of day, with friends (not actors), and no dialogue. Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3761888353860209520?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3761888353860209520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3761888353860209520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3761888353860209520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3761888353860209520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastinating-form-packing.html' title='Procrastinating form packing...'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-2494894522952516244</id><published>2008-07-20T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:06:47.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy and His Car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLXEKHipuiE/SIQIjifx_kI/AAAAAAAABCg/I_GU5rc1ku0/s1600-h/untitled2186.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLXEKHipuiE/SIQIjifx_kI/AAAAAAAABCg/I_GU5rc1ku0/s200/untitled2186.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225310874305166914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last summer I was forced to leave my X-terra for three months. This was a huge deal in our relationship, considering we had never been more than 3 weeks apart. But the Lord had called me to go work at the JH Ranch and my car did not feel the same. Before I left I tried to do everything to make sure it was well taken care of. Tried to part it under the tree so it wouldn't get too wet in the rain and too hot in the sun. Tried to make sure it was nice and clean cause I knew it would be another 3 months before it's next bath. Tried to make sure neither of my reckless brothers would drive it, sorry. And lastly made sure my mom would take it out for a spin every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weeks went by. I would call home and check on it. Prayed for it. Thought about it on long walks. I even received a picture of it, among others, around my birthday. To my knowledge we were getting by just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.autointell.com/asian_companies/nissan/nissan-lighttrucks/nissan-xterra-2001_SE_front-300-198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.autointell.com/asian_companies/nissan/nissan-lighttrucks/nissan-xterra-2001_SE_front-300-198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of the summer my mom calls and tell me the most peculiar thing is happening to it. As she would drive it around town it would honk randomly. She would just be sitting at a red light and "beep" or driving down Bailey Cove and "beep". This was not a one time occurrence. I immediately knew it missed me terribly and received a "you're crazy" from my mom on the end of the line. The worst part is that there was nothing I could do about it. I knew that nothing would suffice unless I was there touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the call that they had to take it into the shop. My dad had no idea what had gone wrong with it, which is unusual. It had just pooped out. The mechanic said something about the computer inside it dieing. For those of you that don't know, thats a piece of his heart. At that point mine sank. I was eagerly waiting the results of the surgery the next few days. What was a boy supposed to do w/out his car? Well besides walk, bike, carpool, bus, train, subway, scooter, moped, skateboard, and of course fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were in and it had survived without complication! I flew home a few days later to embrace it in a moment of surreal bliss. To this day I have never heard it randomly honk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-2494894522952516244?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2494894522952516244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=2494894522952516244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2494894522952516244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/2494894522952516244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-and-his-car.html' title='A Boy and His Car...'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLXEKHipuiE/SIQIjifx_kI/AAAAAAAABCg/I_GU5rc1ku0/s72-c/untitled2186.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-5257397028590431058</id><published>2008-07-09T09:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:02:21.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Protest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;::Disclaimer::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This actually happened to me, but idea of story from comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This just in. Ice is now banning together to make a difference. Yes friends, believe it or not, ice communicates.&lt;br /&gt;    All I wanted yesterday was one ice cube from the bottom of my liquid-less, ice-filled cup. So naturally I put the cup to my lips and tilt upwards. Now, against all laws of physics the ice just stayed in place. It was as if the chief ice cube was telling everyone to hold their positions until otherwise informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1251/1427970485_6ead370efe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1251/1427970485_6ead370efe_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I tilt more.    "HOLD!"&lt;br /&gt;     More. "HOLD!!"&lt;br /&gt;     More. "HOLD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;     Then with the slightest tap of my finger, "RELEASE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All of the ice comes rushing towards me at once. Slamming into my face, they make a statement. Ice is not to be taking advantage of. It works until the point of death to keep your drink cool. At the unlikely event that it survives until the end of your drink you either chomp it down in the act of murder or dispose of it and leave it to die. This all hit me about the same time as the ice. How could we be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, you gotta check out the intro to &lt;a href="http://www.hoopsandyoyo.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website now that its July, I laughed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-5257397028590431058?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5257397028590431058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=5257397028590431058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5257397028590431058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/5257397028590431058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-protest.html' title='Ice Protest'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1251/1427970485_6ead370efe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-6195865499520946205</id><published>2008-07-01T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:25:13.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tack A-Tack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2305486944_5b3ec984ef_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2305486944_5b3ec984ef_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am sitting at my desk, minding my own business when all of the sudden I notice that my left hand had a problem with the tack sitting on my desk and proceeds to knock it off. Feeling sorry for the tack, I decide to look for it. I turn my chair...move my left foot over...and it descends directly on the upright tack. I lift my foot in agony and proceed to displace it from my left foot with my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about this time that I started leaning forward and lose balance, having been sitting on the edge of my seat. With my left hand clung to my left foot, I proceed to stop my body from falling by bracing my self with my right hand to my right knee (you can try to reenact this at home). Keep in mind that this vicious tack is still in my right hand. You guessed it, I stab myself in the right knee. At this point I am beginning to believe that the tack planned this maneuver from the beginning. I threw it away as an example to all the others scheming up ideas. I don't know what he said to my left hand to provoke it to knock him off the desk, but I now keep them separated. These guys got too much time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, from what I believe, you do not have to subscribe to leave a comment. So there you have it. Enough said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-6195865499520946205?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6195865499520946205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=6195865499520946205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6195865499520946205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/6195865499520946205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/07/tack-tack.html' title='The Tack A-Tack'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2305486944_5b3ec984ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3328617623411008564</id><published>2008-06-28T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:27:32.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeble Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2475263194_38da409d26_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2475263194_38da409d26_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Within this 100+ year old house, there resides a 100+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; year old fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It has claimed my bedroom as its resting spot. Though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; partially functional, it holds its ceiling. This tri-speed fan moans and groans with each pull of the string. It takes a good yank and some consoling to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perform its other task of not only lighting the room, but propell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ing the fan blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to turn the fan from medium to off. Two good yanks should do the trick, as always. Though today was not like any other day. Today was to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; With the first pull to send it into low speed came this horrific sound. It was as if the feeble fan was talking to me saying, "You decide to mess with me now? After all this whole week of medium speed? Pull it again and see what happens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, not speaking feeble fan language, shrugged and pulled it again. At this point the fan lets out a, "No, you didn't!!" and proceeds to let its light fixture fall from its body. At this point I jump/dive out of the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(keeping in mind to protect my broke as a joke collar bone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; As I roll over to survey the damage, I notice that the lights only dropped 4 inches from the fan and were hanging by their electrical cords. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2576827598_bd2056d454_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2576827598_bd2056d454_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The feeble fan had made a permanent statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    I no longer will tou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ch that disgruntled, feeble fan. I don't even like to look at it anymore. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are not on speaking terms, nor have we ever been. It continues to stand its ceiling in its resting spot in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3328617623411008564?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3328617623411008564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3328617623411008564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3328617623411008564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3328617623411008564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/06/within-this-100-year-old-house-there.html' title='The Feeble Fan'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2475263194_38da409d26_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586614071548296873.post-3441502168869714493</id><published>2008-06-28T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:07:40.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katlin, why are you doing this to yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearfuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.gearfuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/smoking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to start this BLOG (not even sure what that word means) to share perhaps some stories of interest with my viewers. The BLOG will not include, but not exclude, stories about my life, friends, family, residence, blah, blah, BLOG. I just wish to share some mildly entertaining narratives of how the world coMEs to lIfe through these eyes. Add it to your list and allow it sweep your away occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Kids don't try this at home, but maybe outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. This is not a pic of me...may he rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586614071548296873-3441502168869714493?l=katlinmiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3441502168869714493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4586614071548296873&amp;postID=3441502168869714493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3441502168869714493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586614071548296873/posts/default/3441502168869714493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katlinmiller.blogspot.com/2008/06/katlin-why-are-you-doing-this-to.html' title='Katlin, why are you doing this to yourself?'/><author><name>katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375625430760451845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
