Earlier this week, I caught an "action" film entitled Ninja Assassin.
November, of course, is not the month that traditionally sees a lot of action films being released in theaters and, after seeing Ninja Assassin, it's obvious why the film's distributor might want to hide it. Ninja Assassin manages to duplicate the action of a Hong Kong film without any of the demented fun or quirky moments that are necessary to keep that action from growing repetitive and dull.
It's hard to think of any other film that has managed to make the idea of being a ninja seem so pointless.
The film's hero -- the titular ninja assassin -- is played by Rain. Despite only having one name, Rain actually does occasionally display some genuine charisma on screen but, surprisingly, he really doesn't get to do much until the film's end.
Indeed, the majority of the movie is taken up with a rather boring subplot in which a spunky young Europol agent investigates rumors that there are ninja assassins roaming the world assassinating people. During these scenes, I wanted someone to just grab this agent and say, "Aren't you paying attention to the movie's title!? Of course there's ninja assassins!"
It's hard to escape the feeling that the main purpose of Ninja Assassin is to prepare the world for Ninja Assassin 2 and Ninja Assassin 3: Beyond Thunderdome. Hopefully, these sequels will actually be about ninja assassins and will feature a little less plot and a lot more Rain.
The only explanation I can give for my silence is ennui.
The experience of living in the ObamaNation has left me so bored that even commenting, at times, seems pointless.
For all the talk of how America is changing and how the world is changing, it's hard to escape the fact that nothing has truly changed.
Words remains as pointless as ever.
And, on that happy note, I am back.
I may be a year older. I may, as of this writing, be out of practice. It may take me a while to get my voice back. My style may be a bit stilted for a week until I learn how, once again, to be an honest man.
And, in all probability, I've lost whatever regular readers I may have once had.