Have We Met Before, Monsieur?

So, this it. We're down to our final three posts. Let's not dwell on the past or focus on the sadness of it all. Instead, let's act as though we are young attractive characters in a movie who have just found out that they will die in three months, so they choose to embrace all the Joy in the world and live each day to its fullest, helping those around them to do the same in the process. Like Campbell Scott in Dying Young, Ali MacGraw in that horrible Love Story, Winona Ryder in Richard Gere is Way too Fucking Old to be My Love Interest, or that guy in that other thing.

On that note, here we go...

Deja Vu
A few weeks ago, I had to go to LA for work (yep, I used to work at home in my pajamas and now I have to fly places for the job. It's fucked up and sad.). On my flight back to Dallas, I cracked open my trusty portable DVD player and put in a movie my mom gave me for Christmas. It was Deja Vu, starring Denzel, the Jewish kid from Dazed and Confused, a hot chick, and a doughy Val Kilmer. It honestly took me a second to realize the man in the over-sized suit was, in fact, Kilmer, but once he brought out the acting chops I was sure.

Deja Vu involves a steamboat explosion, some cops, and the most tenuous time-travel plot/device (not plot device, mind you) you have ever seen. Seriously, I know how whenever you start thinking about a time-travel movie the physics of it all kind of breaks down, but at least the good ones adhere to some set of rules they've established. Other than Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, which is awesome and totally breaks it's own rules for all the right reasons (remember “Remember a trashcan,” anyone?). Anyway, Deja Vu is all over the place time-travel wise. It involves some FBI geniuses and a wormhole and a helmet with a camera mounted on it. For real, there is a helmet-cam that gives you a window into the past.

So, Denzel gets mixed up with Kilmer's rag-tag group of time-traveling agent/scientists and tries to save a dead girl that his time traveling may or may not have caused to die. There are some bold multi-time car chases and some sexy shower scenes, and a lot of Denzel doing his laughing and acting earnest at the same time thing. You know, where he has a toothpick in his mouth, but he's still kind of serious.

Alright, so Denzel has just broken through to the past for real, and he's tracking a killer/bomber and trying to save the dead/live girl, and-- “return your tray tables to their bla bla bla fuck you if you're watching Deja Vu, you're not going to get to finish it...”

The shit landed. I was actually mad about it. This movie was the perfect plane ride picture. Sure, it made no sense and Kilmer seemed bored at best (hopped up at worst), but it was still kind of awesome. I was way into it. Not into it enough to have actually finished it over the past three weeks, but still way into it. I give it 3-Griecos. Could have gone 3 ½, but even Timeline made more sense scientifically speaking.

Alas, poor Grieco! I knew him Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy