Dave's Laser Labyrinth

I visited Dr. Ores  today for my second laser hair removal  treatement,  only this time Dr. Dave turned up the voltage very high. The higher voltage was actually at my request, since I wanted to complete the procedure as quickly as possible.  When the zapper finally cooled down, Dr Ores had pulsed or zapped me at least 3,000 times.

I got used to the stinging after a while. Certain areas hurt more then others as one might imagine. Only two or three more torture treatments remaining. Took a break duing the third hour and sat outside the Doc's office while he smoked a cigar and talked to everyone who passed by on the street. Kids, dogs, "hello sir, hello little person" and on and on. He pointed out a actor to me who was accross the street standing around looking for junk in his pockets for.

(This is Zed the rapest in the movie)
"Do you know that guy, he is a famous actor. He is in tons of movies."

 I looked over and gasped.

Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite movies as and a classic Quentin Tarantino film. Can't ever forget the most disturbing and sickest scene in the movie in which Bruce Willis and Ving Rhames get stuck with three freaks in the basement of a gun shop. There is the gimp who is very scary and then there are two other guys. One is Zed, played by Jersey born Peter Greene. Peter's character in Pulp Fiction is one of the most interestingly ugly villians of my moviegoing experience.

Well there he was looking at me.

"Hi Peter"

"Hi Doc."

I looked closely at his drawn face. He even looked creepy in person.

In case you forgot:

Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this? Butch: It's a chopper, baby. Fabienne: Whose chopper is this? Butch: It's Zed's. Fabienne: Who's Zed? Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

(This is Marcellus Wallace the guy Zed raped)

But my favorite lines from the movie:

What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass. […] Oh, that "what now." I tell you "what now" between me and you. There IS no "me and you". Not no more. Two things: One, don't ever tell no one about this.

This thing here is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-  The-Rest-Of-His-Short- Ass-Life- In-Agonizing -Pain rapist here. Two, you leave town tonight, right now, and when you're gone, you STAY gone or you'll BE gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges.

Then I left the doctors office and went to the Landmark Sunshine Theatre on Houston Street and all by myself saw Pan's Labyrinth . I really got into the movie. Thoughtful, beautifully filmed and directed.  As reviewed in the BBC's online magazine Collective:

Mexican director Guillermo Del Toro’s labour of love is quite simply his masterpiece. A stunning merging of history and fantasy, young Ofelia, stepdaughter to a brutal army captain, refracts the Spanish Civil War through a subterranean dreamworld where magic and imagination and a half-man-half-goat god might just be a match for fascism. The lovingly rustic visual effects put Hollywood’s CGI-sheen to shame, and the power of the imagery only confirms Del Toro’s belief in the power of fable. Truly a-maze-ing.