Journal
Have you seen that book and website “Hot Chicks With Douchebags”? Well “Journal” is like that except there’s no hot chicks. With no hot chicks, shots of guys making the kissy face lips, blowing smoke at the camera, doing the shooter fingers thing comes across as profoundly lame and irredeemabley douchey. If the hot chicks were present, the whole thing might be ironically funny. Not to be, unfortunately. Look, the skiing is cool: Charley Ager pretty much owns this movie and Frank Raymond stomps it, but those little “lifestyle” shots in between the action help as much a nail in your tire. What else? Well, the soundtrack could have used some therapy because it was kinda hurtin. Pouting, emo indie tracks from White Apple Tree don’t really work in my mind when put up against throttling ski footage. Director Jeff Thomas must either have been having an off day on this one or he was warming up. Having co-directed “Every Day Is A Saturday”, there’s proof that he can do great work. Let “Journal” go by you. By Mark “The Attorney General” Quail
