Becoming a Vegan

Rating: Null/10 (21 January 2008)

About the 73rd bucket of blood finally did me in with Martin Scorcese's vomitous mess of a historical epic, Gangs of New York. This over-hyped, lurid, and nauseatingly meaty tripe is a 2.5 hour reason for swearing off animal flesh, butchery of any kind, and any desire to visit New York's more historical neighborhoods.
I sat in gape-mouthed amazement at the gutting, gashing, and gore that culminates in one scene, with rioters sloshing through movie blood. I lost interest in all the characters-or the story, for that matter-after only the 37th corpse piled up in the streets of "the Five Points."
The colors, the performances, and the fascinating new ways to impale a human body on blade, pike, or cleaver may appeal to the red-meat eaters in the audience-of whom I may just no longer be one-but I'm thinking it's time to clean out the arteries and the brain cells.
And go cold turkey on Scorcese.