Tag: movies

You Know What’s Awesome?

E! has a fondness for airing the 2005 film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. That’s awesome.

I watched Groundhog Day with my parents (because you kind of have to, right?) and when it was over my dad put on Independence Day. (Why is a network even airing Independence Day today? Why? It’s Groundhog Day, after all.) And I’ve really seen quite enough of Independence Day for my lifetime, so I started scrolling through the TV Guide app on my iPad to find something actually worth watching.

The first thing I saw was Cruel Intentions, but I didn’t think it was playing on a basic cable network so I continued my search. And then I saw that E! was saving me with Pride and Prejudice, so yay!

It turns out that Cruel Intentions was playing on basic cable (since I stumbled upon it while trying to find E!), but it was too late; I was only interested in watching Pride and Prejudice at that point. As it happens, Pride and Prejudice is the movie I’ve been falling asleep to for the past few weeks, but I’ve always managed to fall asleep before Lizzie goes to visit Charlotte and Mr. Collins. So how lucky was I that I turned the movie on during the dinner party at Rosings where Lizzie encounters Darcy? Answer: so lucky 🙂

I really should watch Cruel Intentions sometime, though. I haven’t seen that movie in ages.

Until tomorrow.

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Make It Stop

So many Rudy references on my Twitter feed right now. It’s making me hate Notre Dame. (Yes, I realize that the references are all mocking Notre Dame , which is getting creamed by a score of 42-7 as I write this.)

Let me tell you why this is such an issue for me: I hate Rudy. No, wait, that’s not it. I hate, loathe, despise, and abominate Rudy. Actually, that’s still not strong enough; there aren’t words to properly describe my feelings for Rudy. But that Meet Me in St. Louis reference made me feel a little better.

Admittedly, Rudy is a weird movie to hate so violently, but whatever. By which I mean that it’s not good enough to inspire such venom. But see, it’s not just about Rudy.

I was first forced to watch Rudy at school. In our middle school cafetorium. (Yes, WordPress spellchecker, cafetorium. It was our multi-purpose cafeteria/auditorium; the building was much too small to have a separate cafeteria and auditorium.) It was the last day of school in eighth grade and a half-day; the teachers didn’t want to be there any more than we did, so they plopped all us yellow teamers in the (not air-conditioned) cafetorium and put on Rudy for some unknown reason. Also, they put it on a TV on top of a rolling cart. So there were a hundred or so kids sitting at cafeteria tables watching a 25″ (maybe) TV in the front of the room.

And did I mention that it was my birthday?

Yes, the one and only time I had school on my birthday it was the last day of school and a half-day. We watched a shitty movie. But my mom made me go to school anyway. Even though I told her there was no point (hey, I was right).

(Going to school wasn’t even the low part of that particular birthday. No, that came after school when I went to the oral surgeon for a follow-up appointment to have some of the stitches taken out of my mouth. I was assured it wouldn’t hurt and I didn’t need Novocaine. That was a big fucking lie. And then when the asshole finally gave me Novocaine it was that worthless Novocaine jelly shit that tastes awful and didn’t really assuage the pain. But would I have even been able to tell since my mouth was already in so much pain? And my mom wonders why I’m not big on oral health practitioners.)

But to bring it back to Rudy. I have one really strong memory of watching that movie in eighth grade. And that’s of crying when the “Rudy! Rudy!” chants break out at the end. This isn’t really that surprising since I’m the biggest freaking sap and I almost always get emotional at the end of movies. But I was at school. In eighth grade. About to start high school. I did not need to be crying over some shitty movie in school. I don’t even know if anyone saw me crying; the fact that it happened was enough to prejudice me against Rudy forever.

So, to recap: It was my 14th birthday. I was at school even though it was the last day and a half-day and there was no real reason to be there. The teachers plunked us in front of a TV like so many toddlers. For reasons I don’t at all comprehend they decided to make us watch a shitty movie about a crappy football player who had heart. And it made me cry.

And people wonder why I hate Rudy so much.

Until tomorrow.

Inconceivable

I used the word “inconceivable” in my post yesterday, which inspired me to write this post. You see, inconceivable is kind of a big deal for me. It’s one of my favorite words and it reminds me of one of my favorite books and movies.

First of all, you should know that I’m not at all kidding about inconceivable being one of my favorite words. I love it. I try use it as much as possible, which leads to me using the double negative construction of “not inconceivable” when normal people would say “conceivable.” But how can I pass up a perfectly good chance to use inconceivable?  See, I don’t have any affection for conceivable, just inconceivable.

And that affection, of course, is courtesy of The Princess Bride. (Was there any doubt?) Like I said, it’s one of my favorite movies of all time and probably my favorite 80s movies. But I didn’t see it until I was a senior in high school. I actually read the book first. (Betcha didn’t even know it was a book, didja?) And I didn’t read the book until the summer before my senior year in high school. And, let me tell you, reading the book cleared up some things for me. Like why my friend Randy spent a week walking around our school saying “hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.”

I don’t know why I didn’t see The Princess Bride when I was younger. (At least I saw it before I saw The Goonies, which I didn’t see until I was in my mid-twenties. But I digress.) I know my parents have no real interest in it, no matter how many times I beg them to watch it or point out that it’s on AMC. I’m really glad I saw it before I went to college, though, because The Princess Bride was pretty much the official favorite movie of the Robert E. Cook Honors College at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. (Or at least it was when I was a student. It makes me sad to think that it might be some other movie now.)

Hmm, I’m done reading books for my YA Lit class. I wonder where my paperback copy of The Princess Bride is.

Until tomorrow.

Hmm

I went to IMDB to look up some random actor this afternoon, but I got completely sidetracked when it had a link to the new trailer for The Host. I had to watch it immediately. (Sidenote: When the teaser was released back in March the March 2013 release date felt so far away; it doesn’t feel so far away now.)

My immediate reaction was “no me gusta.” I could only focus on the things that differed from the book (and there’s quite a bit considering it’s just a two-minute trailer). I felt like they’d taken this book and this story that I love and turned them into a movie that I didn’t even want to see. In retrospect, my anger may really be due to the lack of Ian in the trailer. (Seriously, Ian is very important; he may make or break my opinion of the entire movie.)

I just watched the trailer a second time on YouTube when I was looking for a link to include in this post and I’m not as anti any longer. I mean, I’m no longer considering boycotting the movie, so that’s a step in the right direction. And I’m feeling more positive about Saoirse Ronan as Wanda/Mel than I was when I first read about that piece of casting. So that’s a wholly positive development to come from the trailer.

Honestly, the biggest thing I got from a second viewing of the trailer was an immense desire to re-read the book. Which would be the second time this year, but who’s counting? There’s actually a very good chance that I end up doing it, too, because the book is currently sitting on my bedside table and I have poor impulse control 🙂 Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure my YA Lit prof recommended The Host to us (even though it isn’t a YA book).

Seriously, I can’t recommend (the book) The Host strongly enough.

Until tomorrow.

My Brain Is So Damn Weird

I came up with yet another reason why I shouldn’t have kids this afternoon. Not that I needed one, but whatever. And I don’t really know where the hell it even came from, and it’s kinda weird, but stay with me.

I shouldn’t have kids because they would be deprived of a whole bunch of classic children’s movies.

Mainly because there’s a ton of those movies that I refuse to watch. I mean refuse to watch. You couldn’t pay me to watch these movies. Off the top of my head, the list includes BambiDumboE.T.Rudy (maybe not a kid’s movie, but still), and Toy Story 3. And then there are the movies that I will watch if you put a gun to my head but I really don’t like, like The Wizard of Oz.

How could you deprive a kid of those movies, right? But I would do it. I would refuse to have any of those movies in the house and I would strongly urge my family to keep them away from my kid. I mean, God forbid my kid saw E.T. and loved it. Then where would I be? That movie is torture for me; I can’t watch it. Cannot do it.

So you see, it’s best for everyone if I just don’t have kids.

(These are the things that bounce around my head in the middle of the afternoon. To say that I have issues doesn’t even begin to cover it :))

Until tomorrow.

Okay Saturday

Today was a pretty good day. First of all, I actually fell asleep with relative ease last night, so that was awesome. (But then I slept forever this morning, which may prove to be problematic.) Then I finally went to Goodwill to donate six bags of clothes and two boxes of kitchen stuff. I don’t remember when I boxed up the kitchen stuff, but most of the clothes were culled from my closet in January. And I finally got them out of my house now. In August. But the point is that it’s done and I feel great.

Finally, to make today really awesome, I went to see The Dark Knight Rises with my mom. I know I just said that I would forgo seeing it in the theater so I could save that money for seeing Taking Back Sunday and Bayside (got my tickets yesterday, by the bye). But here’s the thing: my mom paid. She was the one who suggested seeing it in the first place. I mean, she only suggested it because she knew I wanted to see it, but it was her idea. I would’ve just waited for the DVD.

And I’m so glad I didn’t have to wait to see it because it was so good. I really, really loved it. This isn’t a huge surprise because I loved the first two movies and Christian Bale is my favorite actor and I’m a fan of most of the other lead actors (especially Anne Hathaway and Joe Gordon-Levitt) and I’m a fan of Christopher Nolan’s non-Batman movies (especially The Prestige). But I hadn’t expected this movie to be quite so emotionally satisfying. I was crying real tears when the credits rolled, for God’s sake.

One thing I was concerned about going in was the running time because I knew it was almost three hours. As much as I loved The Avengers, it had felt a little long and it’s running time is 20 minutes shorter than The Dark Knight Rises. But it really didn’t feel like a three hour long movie to me. Or to my mom, for that matter. In fact, I found out after the movie that she didn’t even know that it was nearly three hours long. She enjoyed it, though, and that’s all that really matters. She also didn’t believe me when I told her that Christopher Nolan swears this will be the last Dark Knight movie.

So yeah, today was a good day. I did a good deed that also benefitted myself. And I got to watch my last must-see movie of Summer 2012.

Until tomorrow.

A Brief Respite

I saw The Amazing Spider-Man this morning. I enjoyed the hell out of it. Of course, I was predisposed to enjoy it: I’m a fan of Marc Webb (the director), Andrew Garfield is much better looking than Tobey Maguire (also, English), and I vastly prefer Emma Stone to Kirsten Dunst. (Have I told the story of how an episode of Celebrity Jeopardy made me lose all respect for Kirsten Dunst in the early 90’s? That’s a thing that actually happened.)

When they first announced that they were re-booting (or whatever) the Spider-Man franchise, I was a bit skeptical. But the more trailers and whatnot I saw, the more excited I got and by the time the summer movie season rolled around, this was in the top three movies I wanted to see. And it did not disappoint.

This morning’s trip to the movies was also noteworthy because it was the first time I visited my local movie theater. I normally go to the theater close to my parents’ house, but today I decided to give the Brandon theater a try. I don’t know if it’s newer than the Oldsmar theater, but the seats were nicer than those in the Oldsmar theater; they even reclined. Of course, the reclining caught me off guard when I first sat down, but whatever.

Also, I finally saw the newest trailer for The Dark Knight Rises (which just so happens to be the third movie I must see this summer). I get the feeling that it is going to be insane (in a good way) and I can’t wait.

Alright, I must go to bed so I can get a lot of homework done tomorrow. I go back to work on Monday after all and that will seriously mess with my schoolwork schedule.

Until tomorrow.