go to the moon, you selfish dreamer!
So. Been anaesthetising myself with movies lately ... on DVD rather than YouTube ... revisiting old favourites as well as catching up on new stuff I haven't seen yet. Finally got around to watching Hairspray which quite wonderfully lived up to all the hype and was every bit as fabulous as so many people have been telling me for years. :p
The Aunt and I also had this series of conversations the other day.
While watching Back To The Future.
Me: Did you know Christopher Lloyd was in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest?
Aunt: YES! You haven't seen it?!
Me: *cringe* No ...
Aunt: Okay, we're getting into the car right now and going to rent it out.
Me: But but ...
Aunt: WHAT?!
Me: ... I'm afwaid ... it sounds scary.
Aunt: dri! Don't start that again!
Me: And you know I don't like Jack Nicholson. The only movie I like him in is Batman. He's icky.
Aunt: Don't be silly. It's a great movie.
While we're watching Shark Tale
Aunt: Oh, I've seen this!
Me: Yeah, it's looking too much like Finding Nemo to me, only not as awesome.
Aunt: Yeah, I haven't seen that.
Me: You HAVEN'T SEEN FINDING NEMO?! Okay, next time I'm going to the video store, I'm renting it out.
Well, it was out so I got Wall-E instead and warned the Aunt about the lack of dialogue in the first forty minutes. Her reaction: "Oh god!" Much like the "Oh god!" she exclaimed very loudly in the middle of the crowded cinema when Gandalf said "It's a four day journey to the other side." Which embarrasses me to this day. *facepalm* I have never taken her to see another fantasy film since then and laughed hysterically when she told me some customer told her she had to go see Avatar. Yeah, not bloody likely. But am happy to report she adored Wall-E to the point of reacting to everything just like he was. When she does that, I know she's into it and this is someone who has the attention span of a gnat when it comes to films. God, I forgot how emotional that film is.
Never mind that she talked to me almost all the way through Independence Day which made me want to thump her and eventually turn the subtitles on. I do love that film so much. Other old favourites which have totally made me smile all over again: Big --- David Moscow as little Tom Hanks! David Moscow from Newsies! --- and Dave --- ah, I forgot how attractive Kevin Kline used to be --- and Mrs Doubtfire --- mmmm, young Pierce Brosnan, and whatever happened to Mara Wilson? *wikis* Hmm. Studying. --- and Back To The Future --- I'm waiting on the third one to come back to the store so I can rent out the next two together cos I don't like the second one at all, vastly prefer the third --- and I cannot believe that stupid Video Ezy doesn't have True Lies. Urgh!
I finally finally worked up the nerve to watch Drop Dead Fred and was quite weirded out right until that absolutely wonderful final sequence and oh man, no wonder it's such a classic. Great great great film and yes it was the Phoebe Cates/Kevin Kline connection that made me go back to Dave. I wonder if they're still together ... *wikis* Aw, they are, that's so sweet.
Yeah, Shark Tale didn't impress me much but I kinda loved Daddy Day Care. Watched Hitch again and found Will Smith's performance so much more interesting the second time around when you know exactly how fucked up Hitch is. Ah, I do like that man.
Actually, I tell a lie. I did watch something exceedingly highbrow before all these rentals. The Katharine Hepburn made-for-television version of The Glass Menagerie which puzzled me deeply as to time period for a good while until I got so into the emotional dynamics that I forgot about that --- oy vey, Sam Waterston when he's all young and beautiful, god I always did love him so much in Law And Order but here, my god, the insanely beautiful sharp line of his nose and the way he screamed right back in Kate's face ... he screamed! In Katharine Hepburn's face! *faints dead away* --- so I was actually really bloody impressed right until his final monologue which confused, depressed and troubled me so damned much that I'm irritated with Tennessee Williams all over again. Why must that man ALWAYS traumatise me, damnit?!
He traumatised me in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, although admittedly I was far too young when I watched it and didn't understand hardly any of it, just knew these people were icky and made me feel icky. Then he completely terrified and ickified me all over again in Suddenly Last Summer which I understood only too damned well. And just when I lifted my chin and thought "No, you know what, I'm ready for you, man. I'm old enough and educated enough and writerly enough to take you on, Tennesse Williams," he fucked me over again. Oooooooh. *staggers away, holding head*
Don't even talk to me about Streetcar. Aside from the fact that I freaking loathe Marlon Brando the grotesque ham that he is --- and yet you adore James Dean ... yeah, well ... --- just the plot of that play/movie scarred me for life and still upsets me when I think about it. Srsly, Tennessee Williams, a little pity! At least Edward Albee leaves me with a sense of bittersweet tenderness. Actually, there's a play I would love to see in actual play form. Wow. Not that anybody could ever compare to Burton and Taylor, zomg.
So yeah, no wonder I've watched nothing but comedies and kids movies since then. There's another Henry Fonda film I bought which I haven't watched yet. Couldn't resist, it's from 1937! Young sinfully beautiful painfully noble Henry Fonda in black and white ... I nearly faceplanted I reached down for it so fast. Only after I bought it did I read the back and totally blenched at the synopsis. You Only Live Once. Oh boy, does it sound like a slit-your-wrists number. Mind you, the Wiki entry makes it sound quite different. A Fritz Lang version of Bonnie And Clyde? I dunnooooo ... Ooh, Margaret Hamilton's in it! Clearly she made it just before Wizard Of Oz.
Naaahh, I'll stick with the lighthearted stuff for now. As it is, the last film I watched on YouTube was a Fonda one, Sex And The Single Girl. Like I was going to resist that title when it's connected to Fonda. So colour me delighted when I discovered he was only costarring with Natalie Wood all growned up and everybody's favourite lech, Tony Curtis, and married to Lauren Bacall at her most fieriest. *convulses happily* The film itself started off with such promise, got very satirical and then ended on sheer silliness but my particular delight was finding the additional source for Down With Love. I didn't realise the whole premise came from there! Awesomeness. Sixties sex comedy homage for the win. And, you know, now I'm actually tempted to hunt down Helen Gurley Brown's book --- hey, she's Aquarian and the same age as my granny, coolness --- just to see if it still applies to my generation of women. I just can't believe Joseph Heller --- feller who wrote Catch-22 which was the first sex scene I ever read --- did the screenplay! *shrieks with laughter and then wonders*
Haven't written anything which is not to say there isn't anything to write. There's plenty to write, got the next scene fully sketched out in my head. Just can't bring myself to open the document, not the least of which being because of my completely fucked up sleep patterns --- am now totally nocturnal, thank you --- and increasing panic about running out of time coupled with a defiant apathy that increases at exactly the same rate.
Ah fuck it. I should just write. In fact, I may write now. Better than babbling, wot?
The Aunt and I also had this series of conversations the other day.
While watching Back To The Future.
Me: Did you know Christopher Lloyd was in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest?
Aunt: YES! You haven't seen it?!
Me: *cringe* No ...
Aunt: Okay, we're getting into the car right now and going to rent it out.
Me: But but ...
Aunt: WHAT?!
Me: ... I'm afwaid ... it sounds scary.
Aunt: dri! Don't start that again!
Me: And you know I don't like Jack Nicholson. The only movie I like him in is Batman. He's icky.
Aunt: Don't be silly. It's a great movie.
While we're watching Shark Tale
Aunt: Oh, I've seen this!
Me: Yeah, it's looking too much like Finding Nemo to me, only not as awesome.
Aunt: Yeah, I haven't seen that.
Me: You HAVEN'T SEEN FINDING NEMO?! Okay, next time I'm going to the video store, I'm renting it out.
Well, it was out so I got Wall-E instead and warned the Aunt about the lack of dialogue in the first forty minutes. Her reaction: "Oh god!" Much like the "Oh god!" she exclaimed very loudly in the middle of the crowded cinema when Gandalf said "It's a four day journey to the other side." Which embarrasses me to this day. *facepalm* I have never taken her to see another fantasy film since then and laughed hysterically when she told me some customer told her she had to go see Avatar. Yeah, not bloody likely. But am happy to report she adored Wall-E to the point of reacting to everything just like he was. When she does that, I know she's into it and this is someone who has the attention span of a gnat when it comes to films. God, I forgot how emotional that film is.
Never mind that she talked to me almost all the way through Independence Day which made me want to thump her and eventually turn the subtitles on. I do love that film so much. Other old favourites which have totally made me smile all over again: Big --- David Moscow as little Tom Hanks! David Moscow from Newsies! --- and Dave --- ah, I forgot how attractive Kevin Kline used to be --- and Mrs Doubtfire --- mmmm, young Pierce Brosnan, and whatever happened to Mara Wilson? *wikis* Hmm. Studying. --- and Back To The Future --- I'm waiting on the third one to come back to the store so I can rent out the next two together cos I don't like the second one at all, vastly prefer the third --- and I cannot believe that stupid Video Ezy doesn't have True Lies. Urgh!
I finally finally worked up the nerve to watch Drop Dead Fred and was quite weirded out right until that absolutely wonderful final sequence and oh man, no wonder it's such a classic. Great great great film and yes it was the Phoebe Cates/Kevin Kline connection that made me go back to Dave. I wonder if they're still together ... *wikis* Aw, they are, that's so sweet.
Yeah, Shark Tale didn't impress me much but I kinda loved Daddy Day Care. Watched Hitch again and found Will Smith's performance so much more interesting the second time around when you know exactly how fucked up Hitch is. Ah, I do like that man.
Actually, I tell a lie. I did watch something exceedingly highbrow before all these rentals. The Katharine Hepburn made-for-television version of The Glass Menagerie which puzzled me deeply as to time period for a good while until I got so into the emotional dynamics that I forgot about that --- oy vey, Sam Waterston when he's all young and beautiful, god I always did love him so much in Law And Order but here, my god, the insanely beautiful sharp line of his nose and the way he screamed right back in Kate's face ... he screamed! In Katharine Hepburn's face! *faints dead away* --- so I was actually really bloody impressed right until his final monologue which confused, depressed and troubled me so damned much that I'm irritated with Tennessee Williams all over again. Why must that man ALWAYS traumatise me, damnit?!
He traumatised me in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, although admittedly I was far too young when I watched it and didn't understand hardly any of it, just knew these people were icky and made me feel icky. Then he completely terrified and ickified me all over again in Suddenly Last Summer which I understood only too damned well. And just when I lifted my chin and thought "No, you know what, I'm ready for you, man. I'm old enough and educated enough and writerly enough to take you on, Tennesse Williams," he fucked me over again. Oooooooh. *staggers away, holding head*
Don't even talk to me about Streetcar. Aside from the fact that I freaking loathe Marlon Brando the grotesque ham that he is --- and yet you adore James Dean ... yeah, well ... --- just the plot of that play/movie scarred me for life and still upsets me when I think about it. Srsly, Tennessee Williams, a little pity! At least Edward Albee leaves me with a sense of bittersweet tenderness. Actually, there's a play I would love to see in actual play form. Wow. Not that anybody could ever compare to Burton and Taylor, zomg.
So yeah, no wonder I've watched nothing but comedies and kids movies since then. There's another Henry Fonda film I bought which I haven't watched yet. Couldn't resist, it's from 1937! Young sinfully beautiful painfully noble Henry Fonda in black and white ... I nearly faceplanted I reached down for it so fast. Only after I bought it did I read the back and totally blenched at the synopsis. You Only Live Once. Oh boy, does it sound like a slit-your-wrists number. Mind you, the Wiki entry makes it sound quite different. A Fritz Lang version of Bonnie And Clyde? I dunnooooo ... Ooh, Margaret Hamilton's in it! Clearly she made it just before Wizard Of Oz.
Naaahh, I'll stick with the lighthearted stuff for now. As it is, the last film I watched on YouTube was a Fonda one, Sex And The Single Girl. Like I was going to resist that title when it's connected to Fonda. So colour me delighted when I discovered he was only costarring with Natalie Wood all growned up and everybody's favourite lech, Tony Curtis, and married to Lauren Bacall at her most fieriest. *convulses happily* The film itself started off with such promise, got very satirical and then ended on sheer silliness but my particular delight was finding the additional source for Down With Love. I didn't realise the whole premise came from there! Awesomeness. Sixties sex comedy homage for the win. And, you know, now I'm actually tempted to hunt down Helen Gurley Brown's book --- hey, she's Aquarian and the same age as my granny, coolness --- just to see if it still applies to my generation of women. I just can't believe Joseph Heller --- feller who wrote Catch-22 which was the first sex scene I ever read --- did the screenplay! *shrieks with laughter and then wonders*
Haven't written anything which is not to say there isn't anything to write. There's plenty to write, got the next scene fully sketched out in my head. Just can't bring myself to open the document, not the least of which being because of my completely fucked up sleep patterns --- am now totally nocturnal, thank you --- and increasing panic about running out of time coupled with a defiant apathy that increases at exactly the same rate.
Ah fuck it. I should just write. In fact, I may write now. Better than babbling, wot?