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Dawn of the Dead (2004), the remake of the Romero 1978 classic, is awesome. Thumbs up. It was released pretty much concurrently with Shaun of the Dead, and is remarkably similar to it (since they're basing it off the same source material, which admittedly I have not seen) except more action and less comedy (but still fairly comedic). And I actually thought emotionally it hit very well - something Shaun of the Dead did not at all. Zombie plague. Survivors go to a mall for refuge. Zombies claw at doors. There's some genuinely creepy ideas - the infected, dead, undead newborn baby being the most abrasive - and some very realistic, very flawed characters, like the quiet girl who goes bonkers and drives into a throng of zombies in order to save the mall's adopted dog. The pacing's fast, the plot's remarkably creative, and the characters aren't complete morons that I found myself screaming at (okay, maybe the girl who was obsessed with the dog was pushing it, but their dependence on something like a little yippy dog for hope was believable). In fact, the characters actually managed to work together; forgiving each other for mistakes, pulling their own weight, and not hesitating to shoot a comrade who was being eaten. Of course, most of them died anyway, but they were the kind of people I would want to be stuck with in a zombie plague. And it was nice to have an uplifting zombie plague movie, just for a change of pace.

It also features one of my newly discovered favorite actresses, Sarah Polley, so maybe I'm partial (although Ving Rhames' cop character, Kenneth, was my favorite).

Current Music: "Trash" - Korn

There's this flashback in Speed Racer that shows the neighborhood children at a garden party. They're all about eight or ten. Speed is on his pretend race car, mowing down flowerbeds. Trixie is with the other little girls, who are talking about how retarded Speed is and flouncing their boas and reminding me of the Sex and the City dumbbelles. Trixie punches the lead little girl because Trixie is awesome. Damn, I think I'm liking this movie too much for my own good. I did not expect to like this movie. Aaargh, what if I want to buy it? But if that scene didn't just remind me of my OTP I'll be damned, and as soon as something manages to remind me of my OTP it gets like 200 lifepoints from me.

Point is, my local newspaper has an article wondering why women love Sex and the City and men hate Sex and the City. It's a terrible article, and focuses, predictably, on sexual mores. What makes it really terrible, however, is its research question, because I would rather watch this:

than Sex and the City, and I'm so tired of hearing that here, men have their Indiana Jones and Iron-Man, and I get this. Well fuck you very much, media.

And Doom, in case anyone was wondering, sucks. Karl Urban (Eomer) is pretty hot. The mutants are gooey. The CG is bad. But some guy is right now swinging around an 80s computer monitor to try to hit a mutant with it. The end.

Current Music: "harder, better, faster, stronger"

The title is my reaction to Indiana Jones: The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The above is also my reaction to every Indiana Jones movie, so I guess if you like Indiana Jones, you'll like it.

Let me just say though, that as someone who watched 9 FUCKING seasons of the X-Files, this sanitized, Americanized, and abridged version in 2 1/2 hours and M&Ms packaging just feels like a smack in the fucking face.

+ : every time Indiana Jones fails at something.
- : every time Indiana Jones succeeds at something.
best character: crazy professor man + mutt
worst character: marion ravenwood + indiana jones
best impossibility: Indiana Jones gets pulled out of a sand trap by holding onto a snake that is somehow able to hold his entire weight!
worst impossibility: Indiana Jones survives a nuclear explosion by hiding in a refrigerator and doesn't die of cancer in three weeks!

Current Music: "Didn't we fight a revolution against this kind of thing?" - Eames

Just saw Speed Racer, and, gotta say, it's pretty sweet. The plot isn't that bad, it doesn't take itself seriously, and it's the most psychedelic fun you can legally have.

Kim, I recommend you see it. I enjoyed it more than Iron Man.

Ok, admittedly this rec is coming from someone who really enjoys driving and also at least sort of liked The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift. I can see how a lot of it wouldn't appeal to American audiences, who would probably deride much of the antics as "gay" or "retarded" (and Iron Man, you know, that's about as opposite of gay and retarded as Arnold Schwarzenegger!), but I found it punchy and endearing... I pretty much got the same childish kick out of this as I do with DBZ (you know, except without the searing emotional involvement). So there you have it.

Something that I've noticed about my taste is that I don't like old films. Classic '30s and '40s movies. Nope. They do nothing for me. Here's the few black-and-whites that I do like:

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939). I tear up watching the fillibuster scene. It's so cliched and saccharine, but you rarely see that sort of pure idealism regarding politics. A lot of people say that it's actually an anti-politics movie because Congress is so screwed up, but it actually confirmed my desire to be a political science major.

The African Queen (1951). I don't remember why. I think I found it amusing.

Bringing Up Baby (1938). Also found it amusing, and that's about it. I watched this because I was running away from a football game that was going badly.

I don't really have anything against them, but sometimes I can feel as though I am somehow an inferior movie watcher because they do nothing for me - people who defend them as their favorites often have such an air about them - "where actors were luminous and the interest lay in clever lines and twisty plotting. I like there to be dignity and grace and thought in films". And that's the argument I'd like to defend my modern taste against today.

I just watched two movies on the Independent Film Channel last night that definitely embody the opposite of classic movies - Kontroll* (Hungary, 2003), and The Sweet Hereafter (Canada, 1997). I really enjoyed both, far more than I could possibly enjoy, say, Casablanca or Citizen Kane. And to be honest my reasoning is the one that classic movie fans hate: Kontroll and The Sweet Hereafter felt relevant to me. They depicted environments similar to those I've lived in, they showed extremely skillful use of music, and their characters were real, flawed, and anonymous.

I understand that music is something older generations (and some of my generation) will not appreciate in movies - either that or they think of music as being songs played at certain points or piano crescendos. That's not how I think of movie music. Good soundtracks create an ambience you cannot get otherwise. They don't even have to be melodious - they could just be organized sound. And the fact is, I don't go a block without listening to my iPod. Music gives the image and the action texture. It's a constant. It's an enricher. Of course, not all soundtracks are good, or used well, and a powerful soundtrack is not necessary for a powerful movie (No Country for Old Men, for instance, has an anorexic soundtrack). But, artful soundtracks help.

By anonymous I mean the actors moved to the will of the film, not the other way around. I must admit that movies that are vehicles for big stars are a pet peeve of mine, and I feel like a lot of classic movies are just that. The Sweet Hereafter did feature Ian Holm (Bilbo from LOTR) as the main character, but Holm is not who I would call a big name, he's a character actor, and he was not overpowering. I think personas - A-list actors who play the same character over and over and over, whose characters have the same morals and opinions they do, etc. - are the most toxic thing to a film. I only like character actors. You know, Spanish actors with bad English, who can't drive and hate violence, and play Anton Chigurh. That's hot. Or, people who seem never to have acted before (something I quite admired about Elephant), or have only acted in music videos or stage or some shit college movie, and create these gritty, grotesque five-minute characters with perfect facial expressions, perfect everything, perfect because they look real. Like how someone down the street would react to being punched at by commuters or having their children plunge to death in a school bus. Of course they're not going to win an Oscar with these shots-of-crazy-life performances, but they work superbly for the story. As someone who prioritizes storytelling I love those honest little details because they're what makes the story resonate. Glamour does not. Dignity does not. Luminescence does not. That guy in Kontroll was hot as hell and constantly covered in blood. As the lyrics to "Forgetting" by Phillip Glass and Linda Ronstadt go:

The man is awake now
He can't get to sleep again.
So he repeats these words
Over and over again:
Bravery. Kindness. Clarity.
Honesty. Compassion. Generosity.
Bravery. Honesty. Dignity.
Clarity. Kindness. Compassion.

I suppose what I mean is that I don't think grace and dignity have anything at all to do with art. Least of all an art that is so closely connected to the masses as movies.

Then there's also the argument that modern movies and their fans are unconscious of history. There's a lot of counter-arguments against that, most of which boil down to the idea that history isn't static and is always changing, and young people who watch old movies today are not exactly watching their beloved classics with an austere eye. Of course, they can't help this. It is simply true. I don't hold it against them - but it does make the history argument somewhat null. And if we're simply arguing about educational value: that it's important to learn about history - and that watching old movies is a cheap and easy way to do that - we've got significant problems because we're now arguing that these movies are a suitable replacement for history books. And while history books aren't perfect, they at least attempt objectivity and will at least tell you that slavery was bad (a sentiment not likely to be gotten from a cold viewing of Gone with the Wind).

In other news, turns out my mom doesn't like mojitos.

* I wish I could find a slower, more atmospheric scene for Kontroll, but I couldn't.

You know in disaster movies/episodes how the news anchor always says, "some people are calling it the end of days" or "some have feared this means the end of the world"*?

Would a news anchor really say that to a million already panicked people? And if so, what the hell would possess them to do so?

* parodied on the Simpsons when they tune in to the news just in time to see Kent Brockman say, "which, if true, means death for us all", before cutting away to something else.

Current Music: "male bonding. found in every bag of tostitos."

Iron Man:

First 1/3: Lord of War, for idiots.
Middle 1/3: Good.
Battle: Good.
Ending: WTF resolution where?

+: technology is pretty
-: more holes than swiss cheese
best character: fire extinguishing machine
worst character: blonde journalist
best faux pas: most relaxed army ever says don't worry about it guyz, it's a training exercise!
worst faux pas: EEEEEEEvil terrorists don't speak english but are named "Ten Rings"

Current Mood: anxious

This post is all about horror movies. That is, really, all it is about. I'm sorry.

Sci-Fi played an entire legion of John Carpenter this weekend. It was awful. I can't decide who sucks more ass between them, him or Wes Craven. They both have huge libraries of works called "John Carpenter's Vampires" or "Wes Craven Presents They". No, John Carpenter sucks more. Wes Craven was good, back in the day - a master, even. Now he does like... Music of the Heart, and Paris Je T'aime. I am so tired of them both and their stale, stale (if they ever once existed) directing skills. This prompted me to wonder who the good horror movie directors were, and further more, what the good horror movies are. I couldn't really come up with a good list, and I've seen a lot of horror. But it goes something like:

1) Kaidan
2) The Devil's Backbone
3) Marebito
4) Wendigo
5) The Event Horizon (this is not sci fi, trust me, it is not sci fi like Alien is sci fi)
6) Storm of the Century
7) Rose Red
8) Silent Hill
9) Skeleton Key (what can I say. I don't think highly of most horror movies I see, and thus the list goes from good to ugly pretty fast)
10) Salem's Lot the recent remake (it was all right)

Something I find incredibly odd: it turns out that I have seen 3 out of the 8 Films to Die For (After Dark's first annual independent horror film festival). They just randomly popped up on Sci-Fi, and I only now know they were part of Horrorfest, which I've seen a lot of ads for but not much else.

Gravedancers - pretty goddamn bad. The plot could have been saved with a little more originality and a little more organization, but the CG was like, Scooby Doo level. I don't know how this got past the editors.

Unrest - surprisingly good for a Saturday afternoon on Sci-Fi (does that say much)? Clearly indie, because it was sort of... grottier than most paranormal-based horror movies. Lots of corpse talk, kind of gory, takes place in a morgue, etc. Didn't look it up. Apparently full of historical inaccuracies.

Penny Dreadful - creepy, creepy, and I don't go for the urban legend/serial killer motif at all. I saw it at 1 am on Sci-Fi (hooray! not). It's really simple, actually - preteen girl who's extremely afraid and claustrophobic of cars, on medications, and in general pretty damaged, goes on trip with her shrink. They pick up a hitchhiker (why?) who is creepy as fuck and demands to be dropped off in the middle of the woods. They get stuck getting back on the highway. Psychological torture ensues. It's extremely claustrophobic because you spend most of the movie empathizing with the girl, trapped in the car between two trees (so she can't get out), with her dead shrink sitting next to her. Like, shit. Even if you hadn't watched your parents die in a car crash you would not be able to take that. I looked this one up and realized all three were part of 2006's Horrorfest.

And I do really give credit to this festival for generating horror movies that are better than average and more original than average. The "independent" does shine through, and hopefully they'll keep getting better. From the 2006 playbill, I'd also really like to see The Abandoned. I actually thought that one sounded interesting from when I first heard about it a year back. It reminds me of 4 [Chetyre] and sounds like it would be very atmospherically creepy. I wouldn't mind seeing The Hamiltons, Wicked Little Things, or The Tripper either.

As for 2007, the selection looks better. I'd love to see Borderland, Mulberry Street, Tooth and Nail, and Unearthed (Lake Dead and Nightmare Man sound ok). That apocalyptic cryptozoology shit is exactly the kind of horror movie I enjoy (am not scared shitless throughout, I mean, and can actually think coherently through and thus appreciate), and unfortunately Cloverfield (which I wouldn't classify as horror) and Wendigo are the only good ones of those I've seen (I sat through part of The Beast of Bray Road on Sci-Fi this weekend and... dear God. I actually know what the Beast of Bray Road supposedly is, and this was just an insult to the creature. It was clearly just a guy in a hairy suit and an "angry mask"). Why don't more people (besides Chris Carter) make good biological horror movies?

There was this woman on a National Geographic show about Bigfoot (yes, one of those) who claimed to be sort of... well, neighbors and friends with a Bigfoot family. She said that Bigfoot knocked on her trailer door and asked for some garlic, to get rid of body parasites. Yes, in English. Then he said thank you and ambled back into the woods. Her husband can show you how the Bigfoots stalk their prey. It involves deliberately going for the liver, apparently, something reminescent of Eugene Tooms.

late addition:
hooray for a spectacularly scary episode of the X-Files tonight - Chimera! The Sheriff is sleeping with everyone in Martha Stewart-ville and boy, is his Martha Stewart wife unhappy! So unhappy she subconsciously turns into a freaking raven man-monster and kills all his mistresses. Ah, I just love me a good Medea story. They don't make 'em like that anymore, I say.

Current Music: "Mental" - Eels

blue hair aside, this video basically makes my life. I mean, it has everything I like in life! [only kidding]

"Be A Man" - Hole

The only boy I understand: the one ashamed to be a man
Just rape the world because you can, that's what it takes to be a man
Knock her up, slap her hand, prove it to me, just be a man
I think I can, I think I can, I'm big enough to be a man
Tell you the truth, I'm jealous yeah, give anything to be a man...
Be a man, so impotent, be a man
Take off your dress, your master plan, give anything, just be a man
Oh cut it off, of course you can, got what it takes to be a man
Oh rape us all just 'cause you can, well give it up, just be a man
Your fucking war, the carnage yeah, give anything to be a man
Cut it off, I know you can, 'cause no one cares if you're a man
Be a man, so impotent, be a man
Can't get it up? I understand... under the gun to be a man...
I think I can, I think I can, I'm big enough to be a man!
I fuck the world, because I can, I'm everything, oh be a man
I fuck the world, because I can, give anything, be a man
I'm potent yeah!!!

$#$#$#

WTF DO NOT WANT - "Hello there :D I just watched The Hills Have Eyes for the first time a few days ago, and now I'm really into it... I'm a typical fangirl who yanks innocent characters out of movies/series and plops them into pairings, and as I was watching the end of the movie the pairing Lizard/Doug popped into my head."

$#$#$#

[01] -- Look up FIVE of your favorite movies on IMDB.
[02] -- Click the "trivia" link in the sidebar.
[03] -- Post a fun and random bit of trivia from each film.

( whee! )

yeah, first lines of 15 songs on shuffle, blah blah blah.

( tell me what's the word )

last lines of next 15 songs on shuffle!

( word up! )

Current Music: "Word Up!" - Korn

The Classic Dames Test
Your Score: Katharine Hepburn
You scored 21% grit, 9% wit, 47% flair, and 28% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

WTF, I have flair? I'm actually not into Katharine Hepburn, but the picture reminded me of a Kate Moss one:

Oh God, how I love her. Throw it at me, I DON'T CARE.

( a disney princess quiz! squee squee! kicking screaming gucci little piggy! )

Current Music: "Kick My Ass" - Garbage

I was going to make a big long post about the Oscars, seeing as how I'm obsessed with movies and always get really uptight around awards season, but really No Country For Old Men winning best picture is all I really cared about. I've never wanted anything to win so badly before, not even LOTR, and that's saying something. I'm going to go change my layout now, since they don't need my goodluck charm (I'm sure it was all me, too) anymore.

Apparently "unaffiliated" is the fourth largest "religious group" in the U.S. now. I wonder if that factored into NCFOM winning.

I decided during the telecast that I want to go to California so badly but then I realized wtf, I thought I wanted to go to the Yukon, and then I realized wtf, I thought I wanted to go to Costa Rica.

Current Music: "Moog Island" - Morcheeba

I think I know a main reason I disliked Children of Men and Pan's Labyrinth. At the time I could only articulate my dislike for Pan's Labyrinth as "it glamorizes death, and that offends me".

Someone in the poli sci/history departments printed out this article and left it by the copy machine, so I read it. It's very short: "To Resist Hitler and Survive" by Susan Neiman.

"The courage of such people should not be forgotten, but the message their stories convey is grim: their deeds cost them their lives, and accomplished nothing. It’s a message that comforts the millions of Germans who didn’t try to oppose the regime... deterred less by the Nazi terror than by a much older message: heroic action is futile, and mostly ends in death, besides."

Exactly. This whole mythos of self-sacrifice is one I find very dangerous. Who does it inspire, exactly? Who does it scare? Not that I think we're all self-interested Hobbesians. There may have been an age when people ran like lemmings over a cliff, toward the promise of valor (the Third Age of Middle Earth?) but I don't think (most of us) are in it now. Right now we're living in Idioteque: "take the money and run", when good people stay quiet to save themselves. Not an unreasonable response considering we all must stay alive; I just wonder what effect martyrdom in the movies has on the average disengaged individual who contemplates making a stand, any stand, but still would prefer not to die. They're probably going to turn off the DVD player and say, "well, on second thought... I do like my nice warm home and my nice warm life. rather not begin eternity yet."

I think the only people who find mythologized heroic deaths resonant are the people who have lost people, and all it inspires in them is anger. [and the only reason I still love The Lion King is that it's more about Simba's reaction/growth in response to Mufasa's death - and Mufasa is his father after all]

That is just my experience.

( a movie quiz )

Current Music: "Lateralus" - Tool

There isn't really much to say about Cloverfield. Its plot is weak, some of its characters incredibly annoying, and it will not change your life. It may make you nauseated from the shaking camera (it's basically The Blair Witch Project amplified a billion times). But, it was the most fun I'd had at in a movie in years. Yes, that includes Lord of the Rings. I didn't get to see Jurassic Park in a theater. I was very young when I saw The Lost World twice. If I saw Independence Day in a theater I don't remember it. When I was a bit older I convinced my mother to take me to Godzilla. She agreed because I think she associated it with Japan. Well, it was about the worst disappointment of my life. The monster was not frightening, the baby-monsters (why are there always baby monsters?) blatant raptor rip-offs, the action completely unrealistic... I like my monster movies (see: Signs, see: Alien) on the ground, exciting, convincing, grotty, and unkind. I don't care what the president is doing, I don't care that the news anchors are sad. Meetings of higher-ups or knowledgeables discussing how to destroy the monster does not a thrill ride make. Because action movies are a lot like roller coasters. They're good for the ride and that's about it, so the ride better be good.

Cloverfield was like God getting back to me about my complaint over Godzilla and saying, ok, here you go. Have fun.

And now I immediately want to leave Manhattan.

Current Music: "In Paradisum" - 28 Days Later OST

I'm starting to think I should start watching Werner Herzog's films. I'm trying to pick out the ones that sound the best but they all sound so intriguing. Well, okay: La Soufrière - Waiting for an Inevitable Disaster, Stroszek, Where the Green Ants Dream, Echoes from a Somber Empire, Lessons of Darkness, Bells from the Deep, The Wild Blue Yonder. Maybe Encounters at the End of the World?

This because of research into Joy Division... a band whose namesake I know more about. Ian Curtis hanged himself after watching Stroszek.

I mean really, this is how he describes Fata Morgana: "a documentary shot by extraterrestrials from the Andromeda Nebula, and left behind." He must be cool. He also has a phobia of chickens, of all things, and they feature prominently in his work.

Current Music: "Heart-Shaped Box" - Nirvana

Picnic at Hanging Rock may seem like a boring (if beautiful) movie - boarding school girls in 1800s Victoria, Australia go on a rare excursion from their castle-like cattle pen to Hanging Rock for the afternoon. The opening scenes reminded me too terribly of the school I attend. But my mother saw it in grad school and wanted to see it again, and that's proof enough for me.

Essentially it is A Passage to India in film form (and yes I know, there's already a film version of that book). Foreigners, both politically and biologically, visit a place of natural wonder to claim it as their own sanctuary - as one girl says, "we might be the only living things in the world", even while tiny animals flourish all around them; as another girl says, "waiting a million years... just for us!" - and experience something so violently disturbing that despite their best, clinical efforts to understand, they can't explain in the slightest. Just like Forster's ou-boum, the entire community suffers the repercussions of their own waking, and treading on, something much too large for their overgrown simian brains to handle.

The extremely eerie soundtrack and some sharp editing and cinematography make the audience feel the spooky ambience in which you don't see anything per se - you have no proof per se that anything outerworldly is happening and yet you just know it is. I don't really credit the director for this - it's really the only good movie he's made in his life, and it was practically his debut - I think it was Joan Lindsay's story, written as if it might be true. That of course is what made it so popular. Could it be that on Valentine's Day in 1800 three angelic little girls and their mathematical teacher vanished on Hanging Rock? Well, yes, maybe, but how and why? An entire book of suggested theories was published - but just as the characters could not resolve the mystery, neither could the general audience. Joan Lindsay did write a final, eighteenth chapter, in which she explains it all. She took it out before publishing it, so as not to spoil the mystery. I did read it, though. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know how the authoress explained her own Gordian knot. Personally, I'm very pleased with it.

Current Music: "Hustler" - Simian Mobile Disco

It's winter and I nearly died at the hands of a semi but didn't thanks to anti-lock brakes. In driving class many years ago they told us just to press down real hard when the anti-lock brakes kick in, even though you're rumbling forward, and effectively have faith that they will work. Seventy-one accidents were reported within city limits today.

Sarah McLachlan really isn't my thing but I feel this line from "Building A Mystery" really describes how I feel about spirituality:

you live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls

I watched Sunshine again tonight, with my mother. It confirmed its place in my best all-time. Obviously it isn't for everyone. It's bleak and grim and at the same time strangely uplifting for people who believe in something greater than themselves, no matter what that something is - it doesn't even have to be God.

So, another X-Files montage, again thanks to these guys, with scenes from Bad Blood, Signs and Wonders, Die Hand Die Verletzt, Kaddish, Beyond the Sea, Grotesque, Ascension, One Breath, Milagro, Red Museum, Miracle Man, and Revelations. Warning: desecration, slight gore.

( seven lies multiplied by seven multiplied by seven again )

Current Music: "Car Crash" - Tricky

I'll congratulate Cate Blanchett but not Atonement.

Seriously, what the hell. It's all right, though. Historically, I have often disagreed with the Golden Globes and their globalized, British-based Hollywood distribution system.

Other breaking news: Panic! at the Disco is now Panic at the Disco. Our local newspaper, whose entertainment section is called Ground Zero and has been for quite some time, is now battling random middle-aged women who think that Ground Zero is such an inappropriate name that they throw away that part of the newspaper without looking at it. Europe is over-fishing Africa's coasts to the point that local economies can no longer function, thus resulting in African migrants illegally flooding Europe, a trip that is statistically fatal to 1/5 of them. A romance novelist (Cassie Edwards) accused of plagiarism has defended herself by saying she did not know how to cite her sources.

I only have five days before I have to go back to school, and the ol' unsettled nausea's coming back. I am not ready to get back into that rut.

In other words, a bad day all around, and only ten in the morning too.

Current Mood: aggravated

My mother says I do a great impression of boiling rice.

I'm really obsessed with this video right now:

Massive Attack: Karmacoma.

I love it mainly for The Shining influences (I wish that The Shining was this hilarious, maybe I could actually watch it... but I can only watch it after "the bathtub scene", which is the single most frightening things I have ever read, and a perfectly good reason to put a book in a freezer - as a result of Room 217, I still have trouble with bathrooms). The Shining, incidentally, was named for the John Lennon song "Instant Karma!" - "we all shine on..."

Another incidental from the 1980 film: this was the last (or only) movie for the actresses that played the ghost-corpse in the bathtub as well as the ones who played the two murdered little girls in the hallway.

Joel-Peter Witkin's "Cupid and Centaur", "First Casting of Milo", and "Costumed Inmate". His art, influential in Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" video, is influenced by the childhood memory of seeing a little girl decapitated in a car accident outside his church:
( may disturb those afraid of skeletons. )

Guess who won Critics' Choice for Best Picture? (and best director, and an extremely well-deserved best supporting actor)
( you can't stop what's coming. )
That's right.

Javier Bardem, after the ceremony: "I don't think about the Academy Awards. I'm from Spain."

How is my lj turning into a movie blog?

I do want to see There Will Be Blood, if it ever comes. And Cloverfield. Heh heh. I bet Kim wants to see a monster movie about Godzilla eating Manhattan... right, Kim? I mean, just look at this trailer! So many explosions... "so much death".

Current Mood: enthralled

Selected results of (hand-delivered, no party!) the People's Choice Awards (winners in bold):

Favorite Song from a Soundtrack
- "Read My Mind" : the Killers : Friday Night Lights
- "Can't Stop the Beat" : Hairspray
- "What I've Done" : Linkin Park : Transformers

Favorite Movie Comedy
- Knocked Up
- The Simpsons Movie
- Wild Hogs

Favorite Female Action Star
- Jessica Alba
- Jodie Foster
- Keira Knightley

Favorite Movie Drama (this one astounding more for the nominees than the winner)
- Disturbia
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- Premonition

Favorite Independent Movie
- Becoming Jane
- A Mighty Heart
- Sicko

Favorite Reality Show:
- American Idol
- Dancing with the Stars
- Extreme Makeover Home Edition

Favorite Male Movie Star (KILL ME)
- Johnny Depp
- Denzel Washington
- Bruce Willis

Favorite Game Show (symbolic of the state of American intelligence?)
- Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?
- Deal or No Deal
- Jeopardy!

Favorite Female TV Star (this is what happens when you don't nominate HBO shows)
- Sally Field
- Katherine Heigl
- Jennifer Love Hewitt

Favorite Rock Song (WTF!!! where is my Rammstein???)
- "Home" : Daughtry
- "Makes Me Wonder" : Maroon 5
- "Hey There Delilah" : Plain White T's

Current Music: "complete creative freedom is a great thing."

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it's nice to see that you've all bonded through this disaster.
that's right, put in work, move your ass, go berserk, eat your salad, no dessert.
turistas go home!
cool beans!
in defense of tasteless people with no sense of history, such as myself.
deadly force will be used to protect this area
sentences too complex.
the mongrel cat came home, holding half a head.
asking for it/ asking nice.
kate the great
say hello to the angels.
step aside and weep like a widow, swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human
we are the earth intruders/ we are the sharp shooters.
construction work on my building makes me feel like a tooth about to be drilled.
though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves.
i am sliding - lose my brakes - the lights are blinding - the earth quakes
son of a bacchi.
fifteen... fifty-two... four... thirty-four, thirty-four, thirty-four... forty-six.
the bluebird of happiness
maybe I SHOULDN'T have made voting compulsory in Tempest Valley.

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a sense of joy and then a panic

a sense of joy and then a panic

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it's nice to see that you've all bonded through this disaster.

that's right, put in work, move your ass, go berserk, eat your salad, no dessert.

turistas go home!

cool beans!

in defense of tasteless people with no sense of history, such as myself.

deadly force will be used to protect this area

sentences too complex.

the mongrel cat came home, holding half a head.

asking for it/ asking nice.

kate the great

say hello to the angels.

step aside and weep like a widow, swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human

we are the earth intruders/ we are the sharp shooters.

construction work on my building makes me feel like a tooth about to be drilled.

though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves.

i am sliding - lose my brakes - the lights are blinding - the earth quakes

son of a bacchi.

fifteen... fifty-two... four... thirty-four, thirty-four, thirty-four... forty-six.

the bluebird of happiness

maybe I SHOULDN'T have made voting compulsory in Tempest Valley.