Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Blah-Malah Pipeline


Blah-Malah (noun): A girl who has taken a surf board to the face and can't talk.
While the girls in Blue Crush are certainly not blah-malahs, Michelle and I are sure that both of us would be if we tried to surf. We opted to watch the movie instead.

Michelle: Often I scoff at staged movie lines that are way too perfect to be actual dialogue. But Blue Crush confirmed why screenwriters do that -- because actual spoken English, such as that in this movie -- sounds completely inane.

Nondescript dialogue aside, Blue Crush did amazing things with underwater camera work. I even watched the special features to find how they got those breathtaking shots from inside the tube.

But overall, this surfer-chick flick -- and the heroine's improbable rendezvous-turned-relationship with a chiseled NFL quarterback -- is about as shallow as a tidepool.

Gail : Oh that I could have arms like Kate Bosworth. Blue Crush tries to provide enough glamor footage of four bodacious surfer girls to make up for lack of a substantial story line. The beautiful surf, cool camera angles and suspenseful surfing sequences almost pulled it off, but sorry guys, it was just too predictable.
Anne Marie (Kate Bosworth) surfs Hawaii's coast at dawn, works as a housekeeping maid by day and....eventually sells her soul to a rich NFL dude at night. Trouble arises when her sister, Penny, skips school and hangs out with the wrong crowd. Anne Marie tries to correct her sister's life while she herself tries to decide what to do with hers. If hot girls in bikinis and oh-so-clique “do what you were born to do” dialogue does it for you, then go rent this 2002 movie. (Grimace alert: Beware of obese, speedo-clad men)

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