peeping nick, nick part one, nicks
Peeping Tom: Okay, director of this movie Michael Powell was super broke and forgotten in the late 70s when Scorsese was like wtf and helped him out. Also introduced him to Thelma Schoonmaker, who Powell ended up marrying. Those were the facts given to me by TCM after I watched it. This movie is from 1960, is about a dude who is obsessed with capturing death on film, you know for a fact that "death" means of women obviously because we are the ones who are so beautiful when we are scared crying dying, the colors are amazing, I enoyed the movie, except for the face of this one person in it. I know I'm a terrible person, but Anna Massey's face greatly upsets me. I must say no.
Che Part One: Really liked it, wished they'd all orgied. I always have a hard time visualizing guerilla warfare in the jungle, and loved getting a bit of a sense of what it's like. Basically I would lie down and die because of no ice cream or Zoloft or soft toilet paper. I wish I'd seen both parts togeth.
I happily began watching Scrubs last night - which I almost didn't pick up this season because last seas was SO BAD unless you love tenderness, couple drama, and babies instead of hilarity but I'm really enjoying this season - and I was all excited to be watching and then It came on the screen. Oh my god. I'd somehow entirely blocked out of my mind that the most hideous, grating, appalling, will-to-live-stealing character in the history of TV - at least since Annie on 90210 - was introduced last week as Janitor's love interest. That thing The Gooch? What? Who thinks that is okay? They cast her on a television show because she has progeria and plays the ukelele? Not okay not okay not okay. The whimsy, the retardation, the implied adorability, it is seriously sick. I will stomp you baby bird. I wish her huge eyes would eat themselves ala ANTM self-eye-eater.
Che Part One: Really liked it, wished they'd all orgied. I always have a hard time visualizing guerilla warfare in the jungle, and loved getting a bit of a sense of what it's like. Basically I would lie down and die because of no ice cream or Zoloft or soft toilet paper. I wish I'd seen both parts togeth.
I happily began watching Scrubs last night - which I almost didn't pick up this season because last seas was SO BAD unless you love tenderness, couple drama, and babies instead of hilarity but I'm really enjoying this season - and I was all excited to be watching and then It came on the screen. Oh my god. I'd somehow entirely blocked out of my mind that the most hideous, grating, appalling, will-to-live-stealing character in the history of TV - at least since Annie on 90210 - was introduced last week as Janitor's love interest. That thing The Gooch? What? Who thinks that is okay? They cast her on a television show because she has progeria and plays the ukelele? Not okay not okay not okay. The whimsy, the retardation, the implied adorability, it is seriously sick. I will stomp you baby bird. I wish her huge eyes would eat themselves ala ANTM self-eye-eater.