yoga, books, movies, tv & too many crime procedurals – not necesarily in that order
Eating dinner, watching TV and we see an advert for the new Jude Law/ Forest Whitaker film in which they repo artificial organs.
Me: “Jude Law is one of those guys who’s too pretty to be convincing as a tough guy or bad guy but just pretty enough to be a serial killer.”
Spouse: “That’s a sad commentary on our time.”
Corey Haim seemed like he was in half the movies of my adolescence. My all time favorites were Lost Boys and Dream a Little Dream – where Corey Feldman probably reached his peak of Michael Jackson wanna-beism. I loved Dream a Little Dream SO much that it was possibly the first soundtrack album I ever purchased.
I’ll always think of Corey Haim as the ONE person who was probably actually Corey Feldman’s FRIEND while Feldman was insane. It’s too bad that the drugs got a hold on him because Haim was actually a decent comedic actor.
I was awake for almost 24 hours yesterday which made me a bit cranky by the time I got home. All-nighters in college were no sweat but an all-nighter where you actually have to do physical labor? Not so much fun.
In unrelated movie news: The Runaways really makes me want to see it mostly because Joan Jett and Lita Ford (but especially Joan) were my HEROES during the ‘trapped at the crazy church’ years. Joan was one of the first celebrities I remember seeing who looked like me (ish. If Joan was a Missionette.) – skinny, boy-like shape – but kicked as much ass as I hoped to.
The Ghost Writer looks good and if it hadn’t been made by an unapologetic child-rapist, I’d probably see it. Not gonna lie, the SERIOUSLY mixed reviews of Alice have me not feeling even a LITTLE bad about missing it. Take that Johnny-it’s-okay-now-because-he-has-a-family-Depp. P.S. Having a family doesn’t make it LESS TRUE that he drugged, raped and forcibly sodomized a 13-year-old.
Apple iPad – TERRIBLE name and a surprisingly disappointing device. It’ll prompt Amazon to send out more Kindle updates though, so I’m not complaining.
State of the Union. Yeah, I played WET on my Xbox instead of watching. Frankly, I think the whole point of the internet is to keep me from having to watch the news. I’m largely disappointed that everyone in Washington is too busy trying to keep their jobs to actually DO their jobs. I’m tired of them bitching about something being wrong when THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES WITH THE POWER TO CHANGE IT. That’s not to say that’s what I think Obama was doing but I couldn’t stand to watch all the bi-partisan asshattery.
As an aside, every time I see John Boehner I think “John Boner” and then wonder how someone named “Boner” got elected in Ohio. And then I go OH YEAH.
Listening to MoZella’s album and I LOVE IT. It’s like a cross between Feist and Maroon 5. Also the Glee soundtracks and am continuously creeped out by She’s Having My Baby – to the point where I may need to delete it from my entire collection. P.S. How did we get THAT but not Single Ladies?
Whip It came out in DVD. I was VERY EXCITED. I watched it three times. It will get its own entire post.
Indulged a little today by getting a manicure. I’ve been working with cardboard pretty much nonstop for the last month and have an event Monday and Tuesday. The back room project is over at work (at least this stage) and my hands can (hopefully) return to normal. At the very least, the mani will make me presentable for the event and then I can hopefully maintain.
Sometimes when my husband is looking for something and can’t find it, I want to hit him with a hammer.
Dead writers. I can’t be arsed to care, really.
Haiti. Well, the only time we care about poor countries are when there are natural disasters, not things like DICTATORS AND GENOCIDE. SIGH.
Booked my flight for the Seattle trip. Next up- hotel rooms.
We’re watching Public Enemies right now. I’m currently unimpressed. I did watch I’ve Loved You So Long on Netflix and I thought it was fantastic. The Edge of Love was passable but not great.
Listening to Middlemarch on my afternoon commute. The audiobook is DEFINITELY better than reading the damn thing myself – especially since it’s a practical use of the drive time. Eliot is droll but somewhat heavyhanded in the use of narrator commentary. I am reminded (as with East of Eden) that some topics are just as relevant now as they were in other centuries.
I still love work. I’m enjoying it immensely and have fun with my coworkers. Hard to beat that!
Yeah, yeah, everyone else is watching the Haiti telethon. I’m finishing a BluRay double feature that included Inglourious Basterds and District 9.
Dear Peter Jackson,
I’m sure that combining Kafka, mid-east war policy criticism, robot tech and Bad Boys sounded like a good idea. Hell, when I put it like that, it sounds like a good idea to ME- but REALLY. Couldn’t you have made it SUCK LESS? Because I swear to Brutus that this fucking movie wasted a full hour of my life before your plot even started to happen and then when it happened it was so predictable that it hurt. Seriously. Chock full of suck. I feel like you should pay me for the time I wasted on this movie.
No love,
Me
Dear Quentin Tarantino,
I’m super glad that you’re in love with yourself because you need all the self-esteem you can get after Inglourious Basterds. It was like Moulin Rouge meets The Dirty Dozen but less funny and less good. The best part of the film was Shosanna and she was seriously in all of about 15 minutes of the damn thing. When even MY HUSBAND doesn’t give a shit about your characters an hour in, you’re doing something wrong. Like taking yourself too seriously. Please to be back at the drawingboard and huffing less of your I’m-a-Misunderstood-Genius-Juice. Come back with something more like From Dusk til Dawn and then show it for free to make it up to all of us assholes who rented this crap.
No love,
Me
I honestly never thought anything would make me WANT to watch that Haiti telethon but these films really make me wish I’d watched that instead. Feh.
So for the first time since I’ve known him, Spouse wanted to see a movie twice while it was STILL in the theater. One of the best things about Avatar is that, while the story is JUST engaging enough to keep everyone involved, it’s just visually STUNNING. Even the second time around. I kept getting stuck in that OMGTHISISAWESOME mode and didn’t really care that it’s Disney’s Pocahontas in space. You know what? The plot of Star Wars is not groundbreaking or especially innovative either. That’s not why people keep going back to it. I think the reason people keep talking about Avatar and seeing it (I know several folks who’ve gone to the theater more than once and/or done the Imax version) is childlike wonder.
Sounds silly, right? But it’s the sense – while you’re watching it – that this is the COOLEST THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN. And you can’t remember the last time you saw something THIS COOL and seeing it again brings you back to that moment where you saw the coolest thing ever for the first time. It’s pretty fantastic.
On top of that, the second time around I got to notice just how incredible the detail in the film is. The first time was almost overload – 3D, the realness of the effects, and the time for your eyes to adjust to both. This time was like seeing a great piece of art after you’ve learned how to appreciate it (notice I didn’t say LOVE it). You get past the big splash of color and start to notice other parts of the composition or technique. That’s totally how I felt about this time around with Avatar – it was just as good and almost better because I got to SEE so much more of it.
As for Spouse: “It’s the sign of a pretty good movie that in three hours, even after already seeing it, it’s still not boring at any point.” We also noticed that the kids behind us were loving the movie, which was cute.
In unrelated news, I’m still pretty excited about Salt.
