Sunday, October 25, 2009
I finally got to see the Spike Jones version of Where the Wild Things Are this weekend. And to paraphrase one of my favourite Wild Things, I could have eaten up, I loved it so!
I can't pinpoint the exact moment or thing that made me fall for this beautiful movie because honestly, there is so much that is right about it. Karen O's soundtrack is goosebump-enducing(Please, listen to it now!). The landscape that provides the backdrop for Max's adventure is beyond epic. The monsters, or rather, Max's wild friends, are so real-looking it's out of control. Max Records' performance as the king of the Wild Things is almost too perfect (How old is this boy?! He conveyed so much emotion in this movie, sometimes I forgot he was just a kid!) And the story, oh, the story, is just the most heartbreakingly bittersweet and beautiful thing I have seen in a long time (I am tearing up just thinking about it).
From the minute the Warner Brothers logo appeared wonderfully vandalized by Max's wild drawings during the opening credits, Where the Wild Things Are just stole my heart. And if you still have a childhood innocence buried somewhere within your supposedly grown-up soul, it will steal yours away too. At least for a few hours. And you know what, that's enough. Because when it comes down to it, we're all like little Max, with his raggidy old wolf suit and makeshift crown. Sometimes we just need to get away from the harsh realities of life for a while and get a little wild.
Mood Music: "Hideaway" by Karen O and the Kids
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Mood Music: "Two Tickets to Paradise" by Eddie Money
Monday, October 12, 2009
My review of Jennifer's Body is now up on McClung's so please, ch-ch-check it out!
If you like my bloggy, and you think it's sexy, c'mon baby let me know - via either the comments section here or below my article. If you're not feeling it, well, be nice. And if you must use harsh words (like let's say a terrible term such as "moist", although I really hope you can't find a way to fit that in your review), just make sure they're fancy-sounding. I am easily distracted by awesome words I don't know.
Mood Music: "Reminiscing" by Little River Band
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I listened to Carrie Underwood's new song "Cowboy Casanova" and I have to say, it's one catchy slice of country-pop. But I may or may not have been heavily influenced by the fact that the two of my all-time favourite words (and types of man-candy) appear multiple times in the song.
Although the song has an undeniable Southern vibe, after looking at the lyrics, I kinda feel like the hunky ranch hand Carrie sings of might be of the undead variety. Just look at the lyrics:
"He's a good time cowboy casanova,
Leanin' up against the record machine
He looks like a cool drink of water,
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna
fight, You better run for your life"
He's a devil in disguise? He's only comes out at night? You better run for you life?! I don't know, but the boy sounds like Bill Compton's long-lost cousin to me.
All this vampy cowpoke talk reminds me of a Harlequin Romance I once spotted at Indigo. It was called Drop Dead Gorgeous and featured a nearly nude vampire cowboy in lounging in a moonlit bathtub on the cover. I haven't seen it in a store since, but I would give my left boob to get my hands on a copy. Well, maybe not. But I might give a little blood. Especially if the receiver of said plasma looks like a cold drink of water and never goes out without his cowboy hat.
P.S. - Speaking of creature of the night, is anyone else totally into The Vampire Diaries?
Mood Music: "So Far Away" by Carole King
Monday, October 5, 2009
Dear Mr. Leery,
I've been avoiding this attraction for years. I should have admitted it back in my grade 11 media studies class, where I played you in a impromptu reenactment of the final scene of the pilot episode of your show. But I refused because my friend Sara joked that I looked exactly like you. And quite frankly, being a girl, I was kinda offended. However, after 4 years I've finally come clean. Dawson, you and I would make the perfect couple.
You're a film nerd. I'm a film nerd. You've got an unhealthy thing for E.T. I've got an unhealthy thing for E.T. You're emotional and needy. I'm emotionally needy. You love sweater vests. I love boys in sweater vests. You're horribly introspective. I'm horribly introspective (I think..). You relate every bit of your life to a scene in a movie (only you - and I - would think to play a prank on obnoxious ferry boat riders using techniques perfected in American Graffiti). I relate every bit of my life to a scene in a movie. You work at a video store. I wish I worked at a video store. You have sandy blonde locks. I have chemically altered sandy blonde locks. You'd rather spend the night watching movies in your bed than hit up a house party. I'd rather spend the night watching movies in your bed than hit up a house party. You fall for the people who don't fall for you. I always fall for the people who don't fall for me. You tend to get a little too spirited at Halloween. I always get a little two-spirited on Halloween (see all my previous manly costumes: Kevin Federline, Garth Algar, Peter Pan). You like to use fancy words to spice up a convo and make yourself seem like an intellectual. I like to use the word "fancy".
Dawson, if we're not made for each other, then I don't know who is. Forget Joey. Come elope with me in Atlantic City (I'm saving Vegas for the 21st b-day)! I know I'm being a bit forward here, but you know us better than anyone, and we don't seem to get anywhere with the opposite sex without taking a few risks. So stop over-thinking this and answer me as soon as possible. Cause quite frankly, I don't wanna wait for our lives to be over. I wanna know right now what will it be. Will it be yes, or will it be, sorry?
Mood Music: "Dance Anthem of the 80s" by Regina Spektor
Sunday, October 4, 2009
(Oh, geek love. Photo: fanpop.)
After a year or so of brushing it off as Two and Half Men go geek, I decided to give in and give the first season of The Big Bang Theory a go this weekend.
Having been very anti-BBT for quite some time, I did not make this decision on a whim. In the spirit of the show's science-loving characters, my choice was a result of weeks of careful research (mostly just reading reviews and asking people what they thought of it). Well, that and season 2 of Flight of the Conchords was already out at Videoflicks on Friday and I had a jonesin' for a giggle.
At first, I was hesitant to laugh at Leonard and Sheldon's geektastic adventures, afraid that I might actually like this more than it's partner in Monday night half-hour hilarity, How I Met Your Mother. But as I kept playing episode after episode, I began to warm up to the nerds. Eventually, I was even laughing out loud. In fact, in the hilarious haze of Star Trek references, awkward social situations and jokes about the Doppler Effect, I managed to finish the entire season. My conclusion? It's like what I imagine it would be like if Sam, Bill and Neal grew up, found an Indian BFF, relocated to California and moved across the hall from Elle Woods. In other words: AWESOME.
I am sure part of the reason I am feeling the love for this show is that geeky guys seem to be my weakness, or kryptonite if you will. (Is it just me or is Leonard kind of totally adorkable? I am into his whole boy-in-hoodie with curly hair and thick glasses look.) But when it really comes down to it, I think my heart-on (much love, Michael Scott) for BBT comes from the fact that I kinda identify with Sheldon, Leonard, Howard and Rajesh. I'm a nerd too. Just not when it comes to string theory and Dr. Who. But just mention Buffy or hyperboles and I'll geek out faster than a speeding bullet.
Mood Music: "Maybe This Time" by Kristin Chenoweth and Lea Michele