MTW, ATL etc.

Announcement: Mark T. Wethersby's 31st birthday
CiCi's Italiano (ATL HWY)
6 pm
This Sunday, the 9th
All readers of 4KS are invited. Mark likes chain restaurants (make sure they serve hamburgers, bbq, hot dogs, or-on the daring side-spaghetti), dvds, music (though he probably already has whatever you're thinking about getting him), and nude pictures of the following: jeremy sellars, michael keane, and david connelly

On another note:

This weekend, alongside Kenny Bloggins, PS and DJ Strawberry Julius, I attended the afternoon showing of ATL, a somewhat disappointing film about the struggles of the young black American in one of the blackest cities in the USA. Highlights included (1) a compelling performance by that guy that, supposedly, nobody ever thinks about when they think about Outkast, who is actually just as talented as the prince/david bowie figure in the band, (2)some awesome rollerskating in a particularly awesome rink and (3) the occasionally cool but less so than i expected thrill of seeing places that i've been to on the screen. Point three made me think back to the greatest depiction of the ATL I have ever witnessed on screen, an Italian horror movie, part of the Euroshock collection (carried at Vision Broad), called Cannibal Apocalypse, shot in Atlanta, and starring the white kung fu master in Enter the Dragon, John somethingoranother. Anyway, the film starts off in the Nam, where John whatever and friends are forced, out of hunger, to start eating other people. Apparently, when they get back to the world, the thirst for flesh has some sort of simultaneous recurrence within their respective bellies and they start eating their fellow Atlantans, all of which leads to a whirlwind trek across such notable landmarks as lovely Druid Hills (also in ATL, and Driving Miss Daisy), downtown Decatur, the ATL downtown, and what appeared to be some sort of Value Village in Decatur. Anyway, besides being way better than ATL, the cityscapes are way more identifiable, and it will cost you like a buck fifty to rent verse the going movie theatre price. True, Big Boi is nowhere to be found in CApocalypse, but John whateverhisnameis is, and he's fairly bad ass. As far as new movies go, Slither is awesome. I saw it at Starlight last night. ACtual line: "It smells like rotting mayonaise." Indeed.