it's a magical world

It's sad that I don't own this movie. Because I have to watch it every time it comes around on TV, and it comes around so often that not only can I recite most of the dialogue, I've also memorized the placement of the commercial breaks.

("No ticket.")

Am loving that movie, yes precious. So much fun, in that "Look, it's a 60s romantic comedy the way they SHOULD have been made!" kind of way. Brilliant. I'm not sure if it was supposed to be satirizing the genre or embracing it, but it was damn enjoyable either way. Predictable but with a twist, cheesy but brilliant, just...ah, wonderful. Yes.

And then there's the Ewan McGregor factor. See, he's playing this playboy type who seduces all the girls, the eternal bachelor, yadda yadda yadda. You're supposed to think he's a real sleazebag, a slimy womanizer, etc. And you do -- or would, if you weren't so busy wanting to have sex with him. Like, you look at the broads he seduces, and you think, "Aw, poor girl, she's being so used -- that bitch, I want to be used by him!" Of course, it's a romantic comedy, so by the end Renee Zellweger reforms him and all that, and he gives up his slimy, womanizing ways, and you want to be all "Yay, he's given up his slimy womanizing ways!" but instead you're more like, "Damn, why'd he have to give up his slimy, womanizing ways before I could have my way with him?"

So, yes, down with love! Up with wild hot monkey sex with Ewan McGregor!

And, incidentally, Catcher Block (Ewan) and Peter McManus (that guy from Frasier) are SO fucking. Even Peter's girlfriend says so.

Matrixmatrixmatrixmatrixdamnyoubennettwherethefuckareyoumatrixmatrixlydiagetyourfrigginboyfriendtoconfirmmatrixmatrix.

That very long word was brought to you by the letter M.

And damn you, Ryder, for getting that blasted song stuck in my head permanently on loop.

As you were.

Edit: Booyah! We be's seein' the Matrix at 10:20 PM tomorrow. Good times!

Saw Far From Heaven today. Hence, subject line. Yes, Dennis Quaid and one of his boytoys kiss passionately onscreen. For, like, two seconds, but it's a start.

Men kissing aside, this is a gorgeous film. Come, drool over the cinematography with me! Lavish and overdone in true technicolor 1950's style, with the lushest score you've ever heard. Just stunning. And Julianne Moore is quite good, as is Dennis Quaid. Dennis Haysbert is pretty good, too, although he sorta pales in comparison to the other two. Some of the dialogue could use a bit of work, and I'm not thrilled with the ending, but a thoroughly decent film throughout. And not hideously depressing, so neener to you, lush_rimbaud.

Now, back to my original subject. Last week I found a book of movie lists in Barnes & Noble (written by Richard Roeper, of Ebert & Roeper). Things like, "Movies in which a white woman and black man have racial issues whilst hooking up," and such. One such list was a comparison of reasonably well-known actresses who have kissed another woman onscreen vs. actors who have kissed another man. There were about thirty women on the list, vs. maybe three or four men. Roeper's explanation? Majority of directors/producers/writers in Hollywood are men, and therefore turned on by lesbians making out -- but women are not interested in gay men kissing.

I beg to differ.

I could go into a rant about double standards and men fearing for their masculinity, but that's a whole 'nother morass of issues, and I'm sleepy. But needless to say, Richard Roeper is not on my favorite person list.

See the icon? Yup. That was me. TTT viewing #9, and I was all alone, and that scene came up, and, well... I can't say that I'm proud of myself, but DAMN it felt good! The theater seemed to appreciate it, too. I'm turning into lush_rimbaud. It's so scary.

I mean, technically I was going to see The Hours, but... Look, I could see an intellectually stimulating film, and leave feeling all pensive and depressed, or I could see TTT. Let's face it, The Hours didn't stand a chance.

Now to watch X-Men on TV. Homework? Qu'est-ce que c'est "homework"? I know not of what you speak...

Everything just kinda feels dead. Bleg. Need something different. Hence, iconage no longer limited to LotR and the actors therein. Three "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" icons added. Feel the Colin/Ryan love. Or something. Yeah. Go forth and be random!

Finally saw Chicago. ( ...and this is my response to it. )

Just watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon for the first time since I saw it in theaters. Oh, man, I'd forgotten how wonderful that movie was. Just bawled my friggin' eyes out. Anyone who knows me in RL will tell you how cynical I am. I don't cry too easily. This is at the top of an extraordinarily short list of movies that make kaydee cry. And not just a little teary at the end, or whatnot. Real, honest-to-goodness sobbing. Oh, the benefits of watching movies alone...

All right, Peter Jackson. I offer this up as a direct challenge. I fully expect RotK to make me cry like a baby. I'm already ten times more emotionally involved with the hobbits than with Jen and Li and Shen. Please, please deliver...!

Just saw Gangs of New York. Okay, kids, let's count the Oscars:
1. Best Picture
2. Best Director - Martin Scorsese
3. Best [Supporting?] Actor - Daniel Day-Lewis
4. Best Score - Howard Shore (again!)
5. Best Cinematography
6. Best Editing
7. Best Sound
And a whole bunch of other awards whose names I've forgotten. Makeup/Costumes will probably go elsewhere (my bet is TTT, unless they think last year's was enough), as will any acting awards Daniel Day-Lewis doesn't win. Although, hell, I'm willing to give him all of them. I don't think it deserves any kind of special effects awards, either. But, okay, yes, this movie kicks LotR's ass into the ground. I never expected TTT to win, but at least now I know it's losing to a movie that deserves it.

Now we need to sit Peter Jackson down to watch this movie, and take a few notes. If RotK delivers HALF the dramatic and emotional impact of GoNY, it stands a chance at next year's Oscars. But this year? Gangs of New York. Period. That's it, the Oscar race is officially over, we can fast-forward to December 2003 now...

Instead, New Line] is developing another possible trilogy drawn from children's novelist Philip Pullman's fantasy series, "His Dark Materials," which includes "The Golden Compass," "The Subtle Knife" and "The Amber Spyglass." This time, a precocious 11-year-old orphan girl raised by Oxford scholars is the heroine. Playwright Tom Stoppard is writing the screenplay for the first movie. New Line says it could be ready for release in 2005.

The man who brought us Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead AND The Invention of Love is writing the screenplay to the Philip Pullman trilogy? Say it with me: KICK ASS!!! Now if only they can find some kids who can act...

Well, it was a cute, amusing movie. That said...

( Enter the Chamber of Spoilers )

Mmmm. Yes. Am definitely grooving to the Sean Bean love now. Some Beanie/Pierce Brosnan would be just lovely, thanks. Or, hell, 006/007. And that's shaken, not stirred. New favorite slashy line: Alec Trevelyan (Beanie) - "James and I shared everything, you know..." Yes, dear, I'm sure you did. ::sniggers::

Plus, The Graduate made me Young!DustinHoffman-happy. Must go rewatch All the President's Men, and slash him with Young!RobertRedford. Ah, it's good to be a slasher...

Just went to see Tuck Everlasting, because I was in love with that book when I was a kid. Surprisingly enough, it was a decent film. I mean, they did Disneyify it somewhat, but that's to be expected. Otherwise, it was relatively true to the book, and wonder of wonders, they didn't fuck up the ending. They altered it slightly, of course, to play up the whole look-this-is-a-romance-really aspect, but it worked. And throughout the movie, they would randomly zoom in on the frog, so those of us who know the REAL ending wouldn't feel too horribly cheated by his absence at the end. Heh. Frog. I love that frog.

Benefit of being in a movie theater fillled with kids: I wasn't the only one squealing at the Harry Potter preview. Heh.

Other than that, I have accomplished exactly nothing today. Which would feel really nice, except that I have a lot of random shit that I SHOULD be accomplishing. Like, my AP Hell essay rewrite. ::glares at essay draft:: Okay, it was 2 AM when I wrote that draft, and I KNEW I'd have some reworking to do, and yes Tina and Kat's comments on it are helpful, but I REALLY don't ever want to look at that thing again. Meh. And once that's done, there's the Physics lab, and twelve billion pages of AP Hell reading/notes, and finishing up the lesson plan for my twelve-year-olds, and oh yeah college application. Gah.

Working on weekends should be forbidden.

...because I haven't done ANY of the shit I'm supposed to to for class yet. And this is the first chance I've had to get back onto my LJ since Friday night.

Have missed two more shardsofnarsil group chats. Fuck. I'm a horrible RPG-er.

Saw Igby Goes Down yesterday. That definitely makes it onto my top twenty movies of all time list. It's "Catcher in the Rye" done right. And bloody hilarious, at that. Hey, the Culkin kid can act! Plus, it had the TTT trailer attached to it. Heh heh heh.

Parties are fun. Watching Robbie Jr. get drunk off his ass is also fun, at least when he's at the dancing-and-singing stage of drunkenness (the emotional stage sucks, though). Getting drunk myself is slightly less fun, mainly because I just get dizzy, but otherwise act exactly the same as usual. I'm just normally a crazy fuck. Also, this may be the first time I've ever played a game of Truth or Dare that involved interesting truths and dares. And lasted for about five hours. And eventually degenerated into read-alouds of a Marquis de Sade book. Heh. It was like a bad PWP, except funnier. Crashed there; didn't feel like cabbing it home at 3:30 AM.

Dragged myself home at around 9:30 AM, slept for longer than I had time to. Saw Ash Wednesday with Lydia and Tash, whee! Not the greatest movie, but Edward Burns is decent and Elijah Wood is adorable. Especially that little van-jumping thing at the end. Don't even mind the fact that he's supposed to be *married* to Rosario Dawson; he was too fucking pettable. And looks too young to be a father, but so it goes. Oh, and you can kinda tell that he filmed this right after LotR wrapped. Some of his scenes are very Frodo-ish. Some. Not all. After much squeeing, finally stopped babbling about the UnadulteratedJoyExpression and set about finally making those Pervy Hobbit Fancier T-shirts. I love my shirt. I've got too damn many quotes, but that's okay. Can't wear it until TTT premiere. lush_rimbaud, this means you.

Right. 5-7 page Lit paper. Gotcha.