Elliptical Woman

I started going to the gym a few years ago and the habit stuck.  Usually I spend all my time with the weights and weight machines.  After open heart surgery last year, I have been using the elliptical machine too.  I assume that some aerobic conditioning can’t hurt.  It can bore you to death, but 20 minutes a week just can’t hurt.

It appears to be universal to all gyms that the cardio area is mostly for women and the weights are mostly for men.  It’s not a rule but all gyms seem to shake out that way.  In the elliptical machine area in my gym, I’ve been unable to ignore one female customer. 

She’s always there.  Like even when I go at outside of my normal schedule, she’s there, leading me to believe that she literally is always there.  She looks like a nun without a habit.  White. Middle class.  Middle aged.  Glasses.  She plods away on that treadmill, which looks like it is on some extreme uphill setting.  I come in, and she’s on it.  Forty or so minutes later on my way out, she’s still on it.  And she has a twisted up towel in her hands that she is holding against her ass as if she is also pulling herself along. She never looks like she’s happy or having fun.  

She must have done something horrible in a past life to deserve this. 

Revenge (Spoilers)

Whelp, I found a bad movie that is actually bad — Revenge. 

First of all it’s exactly I Spit on Your Grave.  Same movie.

Next, the characters endure impossible wounds and situations.  For example, Jen, our heroine, gets impaled on a small tree.  She sets the tree on fire so it falls over allowing her to escape.  But a branch is still stuck through her.  No.  Continuing this nonsense, Richard, the main bad guy, is blasted in the gut with a 12 gauge.  He goes on to chase our impaled heroine around the house.  He even wraps his wound with cling wrap.  Again, no.  Any viewer possessing even the slightest knowledge of anatomy, will laugh himself silly at the absurdity of these scenes.

Revenge was touted online and on social media as a feminist and #metoo film.  Nope.  The message in the movie seems to bet that a woman must be raped before she can stand up for herself.  I would think that in a feminist movie the woman would have fought before being raped instead of worrying about being rude.  There is an opportunity to say something about this subject here, but the director didn’t.  

Despite the above, I finished it.  It was entertaining.  I liked the heavily stylized cinematography. There was a lot of blood. The rape scene was creepy enough. And you’re glad they bad guys get killed. 

But why not stick to the original?  There is nothing new in this movie.