A Couple of Movies and Wrestling Galore!

So Erin and I rented a few movies the other day to tide us over while eating Blizzards; they included "The Machinist" and "The Seventh Seal." For those of you not in the know, "The Machinist" was the flick that Christian Bale lost 65 pounds for. He looks disgusting, not unlike a concentration camp survivor. His physical transformation was insane and its a pitty that he couldn't have done it for a better movie, because the one he did it in kinda stinks. Not utter crap or anything, but nothing that hasn't been seen before and better. It was your standard protagonist sees things movie.
"The Seventh Seal," on the other hand, had been recommended to me from on high, in the proverbial film cannon, so I was anxious to see what the big deal was. I was expecting more chess between the knight and death and less wandering actors being weepy, but the cinematography was great and hearing Swedish always makes me chuckle. (Which was a little odd considering the movie was about the black plague). I wouldn't say that it was the best movie ever or anything, but it was a decent little meditation on death that you don't really see much of anymore.
Apart from the movie watching, I've been catching up on my old-timey wrestling watching, going through my "Greatest Wrestlers of the 80's" WWE set. The main thing that this has accomplished is to further point out why the wrestling of that era was so much better than today, at least in the way that the matches held the crowds interest and actually got people off their feet going crazy for the face or trying to kill the heel. You just don't see that level of passion at mainstream events anymore. It really adds to the drama on screen and makes even a shitty match seem like something you HAVE to watch. In conclusion, Roddy Piper was the man.