Sunday, July 29, 2007

Can't you see that I am losing my marbles? It's marvelous, losing another.

I admit, I totally saw this on PerezHilton.com and must therefore admit my deep dark secret, which is not really that secret if you know me at all, which is that I love celebrity gossip. It's like my indulgence; it's like my reward for not allowing myself to live that lifestyle myself is to live vicariously through all those Hollywood nitwits. Anywho, so yeah, so I read the website, and sometimes he posts really good music, and sometimes he posts really not good music, but he posted this video a few days ago and I haven't been able to stop listening to it. I'm going to attempt to put the video on here from YouTube, but knowing me... this will probably go horribly wrong. Horribly. Horribly. Wrong.




Monday, July 23, 2007

Saw Lost Highway on Thursday, and I have to say, David Lynch has not disappointed me yet. I loved Mulholland Drive and I loved this and the parts of Dune I saw, although apparently that's one of his most normal movies. I know some people hate how confusing and twisty-turvey his movies are but I was talking to my brother with this and I think that in some ways films like Lynch's that are so chaotic and have misunderstandings and stilted weird moments and such heavy atmosphere and mistiming and convolutions are in some ways much truer to life than neatly organized and paced stories. I enjoy that Lynch lets me, the audience, watch what could essentially be a series of scenes that share the same actors (sometimes not even that) and construe from them my own plot, backstory, explanations, etc. Watching his movies is liking letting him do all the visual and aural work and leaving all the story work for my warped little brain... which works for me. :)

Also watched Jules et Jim the other night. Sad, much? I absolutely loved the ending, that scene where Catherine is smiling and laughing and almost reassuring Jim that it's going to be okay right before they go over the bridge. It's like throughout the whole movie she was teetering on the edge of something truly horrible, just biding her time with these two men, and then she calmly both physically and metaphorically takes herself over the edge, and takes them both with her. I also love how Truffaut will take these tiny claustrophobic Parisian apartments and just let his characters bounce off of the walls and each other. Pretty. Also, the scene where they all come out of the shore house onto different balconies cracked me up for some reason. It was so innocent and whimsical, I suppose.

Over the weekend I watched MST3K doing Devil Doll and Riding With Death. Plus I rewatched one of my all time favorites, Space Mutiny. All were awesome. The only MST3K movie I ever saw that I didn't love was when they did this old German Hamlet with Maximillian Schill (sp?) that even with their awesome running commentary still dragged on... and on.... and oooooonnnnn.....

Saw Harry Potter 5. Eh. Not that impressed; granted I haven't read the book in a few years but I could still feel that the plot and story were being rushed so as to be able to hit all the requisite points and although there were a couple of moments I felt like a lot was simply mentioned in passing or expositioned or shown and briefly and almost, well, curtly, so that the film could get ON with it. It's almost like the director made it knowing just how little time he had to really show anything and so just made a list of every absolutely essential plot point in the book, scrapped everything else, and shot a succession of scenes checking off the points as he got to them. I don't know. Maybe it was just me.

La Jetee, the basis for 12 Monkeys. Weird to get used to at first because it's film roman (I think that's what it's called, anyway) so it's pretty much a slide show (albeit a very cool and visually arresting one) with a voiceover narration and appropriate sound effects. Still, it's pretty interesting and there is one picture of what is supposedly a nuclear detonation over Paris during World War III that is absolutely awesome looking, and I would love to know how they did it.


There may be more, but I can't think of it now. I've been reading a lot lately, especially for class. Just finished Caleb Williams, and am now reading Walden. Good stuff. Also for some reason I was on this weird Margaret Atwood kick a few weeks back where I read The Robber Bride, Cat'e Eye, and the The Handmaid's Tale. I now feel like I would recognize Atwood's writing anywhere; she has a very distinctive voice that she uses in all those books. Pretty good though, I liked them.

I don't really know what else to write in this dumb thing. My life is pretty much reading, watching movies, writing, going to the gym, class, and work, eating, sleeping, walking around New Brunswick, and hanging out with Dan and Liz right now. Not that I'm complaining, but... it's not really earth-shattering stuff.

Maybe I'll come back when I see a movie that changes everything.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Cinephilia.

I've been watching a lot of movies lately. I'd like to try and keep track of them, at least here if no where else, so I can have some kind of initial reaction to go back to later.

Knocked Up: I liked it. I liked it the way I liked The 40-Year-Old Virgin; at first sort of grudgingly, and then with more and more enthusiasm as the characters' collective pecadilloes started making for some (at least) fairly new comedic situations and formulas. Also, the beard gag was awesome. Was there no one in the history of infamous beards that they did not namecheck?

1408: A bit long, perhaps, but still really freaky. They got me three (three!) times with the same scare- an unattractive woman popping up behind Cusack with an axe, noticed and evaded only at the last minute. Cusack was pretty good, I felt, for a thriller... he was pretty believable in the bits with his daughter and returning to the jaded hipster persona I remember him best for from High Fidelity (although I, like most girls growing up in or after the 80's, also love the chatterbox Lloyd Dobler character from Say Anything) was a good call for his atheistic paranormally-focused author.

Well, I'm getting a bit tired. But! I did also see 12 Monkeys, Gone to Earth, The Draughtman's Contract, Murder By Numbers, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Les Mistons, L'Amour à vingt ans (well, the Truffaut section [Antoine et Colette]), Catch-22, The Clonus Horror (MST3K), and many of the shorts those guys used to show before the actual movie (some of my favorites were Gumby, What to do on a Date, A Date with Your Family, and Spring Fever).

More importantly, I am slowly but surely making headway in my goal to watch all 501 movies from the book Julie got me for Christmas, 501 MUST-SEE MOVIES.

I've never been an extrovert...


But I'm still breathing!

Thursday, June 21, 2007

I am so so bright, bright, bright bright as yellow. Warm as yellow.



This is Lady, my 10 year old beagle. She's very special. She likes burying chocolate eggs (stolen from Easter baskets) under pillows and cushions around the house, killing defenseless baby squirrels (they're the only ones she can catch), and begging for food, as seen here. She's also a bed hog and is afraid of the remote, which I have trained her to think will electrocute her.

It's a beautiful day out. Go play.

Sweet electronic cartharsis!

Well, hello blogosphere. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?