Life is rough. But I have decided to talk about good/funny things today. Or, if I can't do that, I'll talk about crappy things in a funny way.
Halloween kicked ass. A few parties during the pre-weekend, both small and large. Then Glen Danzig and Friends at the Greek. Seeing Misfits (in pieces, albeit, with Doyle's band opening and Danzig headlining) was an unforgettable experience.
I quite enjoyed THE DARJEELING LIMITED. It's fucking aimless, uneven, and cracked at the seams; in other words, it's a Wes Anderson picture. But I loved the relationship between the brothers and cried my heart out at a key point. "I lost mine"... fucking priceless.
I also enjoyed 30 DAYS OF NIGHT I admired how long they took to set the story up, Ben Foster was amazing, and even though they truncated a lot of stuff from the book, they were more faithful than most of our adaptations are, while still making it a scary, gory, ride. I still don't like Josh Hartnett, though. I think his best work is in THE FACULTY; no joke.
However, as decent as 30 DAYS... turned out to be, I almost loved the trailer for BE KIND REWIND more. Jack Black can mangle a movie themesong for me anytime. Plus I think I love the Mos Def.
The boyfriend is quite awesome. I've been murky-mooded lately and he worked extra hard all weekend making goofy faces, rubbing my shoulders, and bringing me coffee while I slaved on last-minute notes for striking writers. We went for a kickass hike/jog. Plus he looks good in a tee shirt.
Bridesmaid dress shopping is a frigging hilarious endeavor. I don't think any sane girl likes it. After the man dropped me off this morning to go shopping with the girls, apparently - as he later reported - "you looked like you were going off to war. I felt bad leaving you there." I saw a firing range on the way to the bridal shop and thought, "could I convince everyone to go there instead?" and that morphed into a mini-reverie about girls shooting revolvers while in sherbet-colored matching gowns. Kind of like The Bride except even more pissed off, because The Maids had to shell out a lot of money for a wedding that wasn't even theirs.
I had an odd work dream lately that climaxed with me walking in on a former coworker naked, in the shower, with her boyfriend (now husband). She wasn't supposed to be there and was in fact tresspassing. I was flustered, but she was cool as a cucumber and even a bit snotty, which is kind of her personality. I found myself congratulating her on her documentary which she produced, which is at AFI fest right now. She said yeah, thanks, and congrats on your movie too... I bet it'll make $2 or $3 million at least! She said it so deadpan, like it was supposed to be a compliment. Like she was taking lessons from frigging junior high mean girls. Even so, the dream was more hilarious than bummer-y.
Well wishes to everyone out there....
Halloween kicked ass. A few parties during the pre-weekend, both small and large. Then Glen Danzig and Friends at the Greek. Seeing Misfits (in pieces, albeit, with Doyle's band opening and Danzig headlining) was an unforgettable experience.
I quite enjoyed THE DARJEELING LIMITED. It's fucking aimless, uneven, and cracked at the seams; in other words, it's a Wes Anderson picture. But I loved the relationship between the brothers and cried my heart out at a key point. "I lost mine"... fucking priceless.
I also enjoyed 30 DAYS OF NIGHT I admired how long they took to set the story up, Ben Foster was amazing, and even though they truncated a lot of stuff from the book, they were more faithful than most of our adaptations are, while still making it a scary, gory, ride. I still don't like Josh Hartnett, though. I think his best work is in THE FACULTY; no joke.
However, as decent as 30 DAYS... turned out to be, I almost loved the trailer for BE KIND REWIND more. Jack Black can mangle a movie themesong for me anytime. Plus I think I love the Mos Def.
The boyfriend is quite awesome. I've been murky-mooded lately and he worked extra hard all weekend making goofy faces, rubbing my shoulders, and bringing me coffee while I slaved on last-minute notes for striking writers. We went for a kickass hike/jog. Plus he looks good in a tee shirt.
Bridesmaid dress shopping is a frigging hilarious endeavor. I don't think any sane girl likes it. After the man dropped me off this morning to go shopping with the girls, apparently - as he later reported - "you looked like you were going off to war. I felt bad leaving you there." I saw a firing range on the way to the bridal shop and thought, "could I convince everyone to go there instead?" and that morphed into a mini-reverie about girls shooting revolvers while in sherbet-colored matching gowns. Kind of like The Bride except even more pissed off, because The Maids had to shell out a lot of money for a wedding that wasn't even theirs.
I had an odd work dream lately that climaxed with me walking in on a former coworker naked, in the shower, with her boyfriend (now husband). She wasn't supposed to be there and was in fact tresspassing. I was flustered, but she was cool as a cucumber and even a bit snotty, which is kind of her personality. I found myself congratulating her on her documentary which she produced, which is at AFI fest right now. She said yeah, thanks, and congrats on your movie too... I bet it'll make $2 or $3 million at least! She said it so deadpan, like it was supposed to be a compliment. Like she was taking lessons from frigging junior high mean girls. Even so, the dream was more hilarious than bummer-y.
Well wishes to everyone out there....