A bill that would stop politicians from accruing any new sick leave cleared a Senate committee Tuesday, making way for the bill to be voted on in the full Senate.
What, or more specifically, who is a man? Is he a product of some nebulous inner force, or is he rather the sum of the externalities that influence his lifestyle and behavior? Can one person force another to be something they aren’t, or will a person always possess enough free will to preserve their identity and their consciousness? Is identity itself a malleable and programmable force?
University of Wisconsin-Madison’s men’s basketball coach Bo Ryan signed a check for $66,130 to be donated toward Coaches vs. Cancer at his Shooting Down Cancer event Thursday.
So the local cinemas have decided that “Fright Night 2” is far too pedestrian to grace their hallowed halls (rather ironic, given that most of them screened “We’re the Millers” when THAT came out), and WUDfilm decided that cute PIXAR monsters and Simon Pegg smacking zombies around was somehow exactly what this Halloween season needed.
It’s late October. The leaves have only just started to dress themselves in soft, pastel yellows and brilliant reds. An electric chill is in the air, and you can smell the musty tang of cold, damp earth as your boots crunch through a blanket of dead leaves. You reach Picnic Point at sunset, and the burnt umber essence of crackling pine warms your party’s trembling fingers. Marshmallows are passed around, maybe followed by sticks to toast them and that one guy fusses over getting his s’more EXACTLY right. Everybody swaps stories, laughter and a few terrible jokes.
Is it sad that asking for a film to be fun AND intelligent is usually hand-waved with an unsatisfactory “Well, most people just won’t get it, so why bother”? I think it’s a tragedy. I like films to be intelligent. I like ideas and consequences that make me think. I’m weird like that.
It took me a while to start writing this review. I had to sit in the middle of the floor and hug myself, rocking back and forth and muttering “It was just a movie, I should really relax” over and over. I’m at an ideological stalemate here; I usually only reserve the Mystery Science Theater 3000 mantra for movies that I actively dislike because they’re poorly made. But “Prisoners” isn’t poorly made. It’s actually one of the better films I’ve ever seen. But—and imagine now that I’m tugging at my shirt collar and swallowing nervously—that’s the problem.
I’ve been put in a very awkward place. As a fan of Frictional Games’ “Amnesia” series, I had already figured that my perceptions would skew my reception of the game. But I was wrong. I also thought that giving the latest title in the series a gushing recommendation would be as simple as copy pasting “BUY IT BUY IT BUY IT” until I ran out of word space. I was wrong about that, too. It’s a very uncomfortable position to be in, you know. Horror games are only supposed to make you uncomfortable while you’re playing them (and for several weeks afterward when you have to walk home in the dark after work).