GUYS.
I have this little tradition. I get home from studio or rehearsal on Fridays, I check the post, I happily grab my Entertainment Weekly from the box, I take the elevator upstairs while booty-dancing to whatever music I'm listening to and making faces at the security camera mirror, I bust into my apartment, I throw my stuff down, I put the kettle on, and I flop on the papasan with my favourite mag.
When the post office tries to fuck with me and just not send it on Friday, I get very mad.
But today! Today is not one of those days! I'm just flipping through at first, cos the cover story's on American Idol and I couldn't care less, and, flipping backwards, I come across a huge double spread photo and three page story: Brits and Giggles. (And I literally squeal twice while jump up and down.)
It's this GIANT ridiculous picture of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost lounging beside a pool, with Simon in blue Speedo and Union Jack socks (with sandals), and Nick in a green Addidas jumpsuit and a large piece of bling.
It's all on Hot Fuzz and the love that is Pegg and Frost (and Wright), and it references Spaced and has stuff I didn't know, like that Tarantino took them under his wing and that Edgar Wright directed one of the fake pre-Grindhouse trailers and that they actually call each other "heterosexual life partners," à la Jay and Silent Bob.
And has this quote:
"We're always adamant that they're not spoofs. They lack the sneer that a lot of parodies have that look down on their source material. Because we're looking up to it."
Apparently I missed
Lincoln Center's screening on Tuesday, but it's okay, cos I had rehearsal and couldn't have gone anyway.
HOT FUZZ, PEOPLE! It's the film of the year! April 20!
If you've been on my FList this long and still haven't seen Shaun of the Dead...I don't know what to say. This summer during our Snakes On A Kraft weekend as I sat with
emilytheodd,
hobviously, and
roz_mcclure in Mel's Diner chugging milkshakes, we discussed our favourite movies. "Arg," said I. "So many favourites! So many moving pieces by creative filmmakers!" And cruel girls that they are, they said I had to pick one. One that I could watch over and over and over and over on a desert island and never get tired. So I thought for a bit, and said, "Well, I'll probably take it back and say another in a few seconds, but right now? I'm gonna go with Shaun of the Dead." I still haven't taken it back.
(Of course, none of them had even seen it.)