The trouble with Target (well, one of the troubles) is that you go there ready to buy some stuff, but then you get there and they don’t have anything you want. What next? I guess figuring that you’ve come all that ways and they have so much stuff, you know that there must be something to buy. I look at the action figures, and they don’t have any McFarlane toys! Man, what kind of toy section is that?! I surely would have bought this fellow, if they had him…
So what next? Well take a guy like me. I have an extensive list of dvd’s that I would like to acquire so I go and look, of course they don’t have any of them. There are a couple that I wouldn’t mind, but then they only have the Pan and Scan versions… Pan is right, I can’t be bothered with those (does anyone actually buy pan and scan dvd’s?). So I keep looking… Well, we walk out the doors with
The Doors. I means 6 bucks, why not? How can you go wrong… Plus we’ve both pondered the movie a few times lately, having some potentially fond reminiscences of it.
Um… the answer is: all sorts of reasons. We watched it and I thought it was dull and annoying (which mayhaps, befits mister Morrison). The drug use is boring, the nudity is boring, the whole movie seemed annoying. Some of the music is fun and reminds me that we should own some Doors (at least the first two albums). And the Oliver Stoneiness effects aren’t out of control, but there’s really a lot of nothing except some arrogant fool getting drunk and waxing on like a naive stoned teenager about the world and reality. Maybe there is an age thing and you had to be 17 to get into it. Though, of course, I was even older when it came out. Anyway, I couldn’t really get to into it. The high point was that I really did enjoy the Robbie and Ray characters.
As it was winding down, I was just thinking off all of the other movies that I haven’t had a chance to watch lately and I gave 2 hours to this one?
Target irks me. Actually, all the stores irk me, probably because I’ve gotten used to shopping online. But what’s with Target only carrying one brand of, just to pull an example at random, baby clothes?
Exactly! What’s to be done? The devious trio of small local stores, big ugly chains and online stores is a source of much consternation. I can’t stand any chain and I love the notion of small local businesses, but man, the price and selection online is too good to resist. But as the little records stores in town start folding (even the big ones, I mean… Tower even?), it seems rather sad…