processed meats to be avoided for awhile, now
It's the sixth day of Christmas! Hooray! New Year's Eve Eve. Not much of a huge deal. Just saw Sweeney Todd, though! Personally, I thought it was great. However, I found it predictable and entertaining that my sister hated it, and I don't know the musical otherwise to judge it based on that. The music wasn't particularly good, other than the opening song (credits, I mean), the pie-song (the visuals probably made it), the, erm, pie-contents song (the "poet" line made me burst out laughing, and I was definitely the only one), and the whole sea-side scenes. Priceless. I'm glad the blood wasn't more realistic, but I'm glad it wasn't 300 "realistic" either. I was afraid from the opening credits it would be rather so, but it wasn't. The saddest part was probably the kid being sentenced to hang. ='( Also, the assisstant-kid looked like he could have beenn a young Hugh Laurie; something about his nose. Erm, I wasn't particularly grossed out by anything except perhaps the way they fell on their necks; I expect my reaction is much like that of guys seeing another guy getting hit in the crotch, the whole "ow-grab-the-area-and-wince" thing. Gore doesn't bother me, but bones snapping do. *shudder* I think besides the overly red blood, the reason it didn't bother me too much is that I have, perhaps, an overly morbid sense of humor. It is perhaps a sort of meta-emotional thing from seeing movies, but I am able to see most movies and not connect with them on the intended level, but rather laugh at them for reasons no one else really catches. Or, I'm just morbid. But it at least relates to romantic films; I can't watch them without laughing, which maybe formed my meta-humor skills and has resulted in morbidity. I don't know. I just know that I think dead baby jokes are hilarious and the first time Todd killed somebody I thought of Monty Python's Black Night. It's just a flesh wound! But, then again, according to xkcd's analysis of Monty Python that is perhaps the right sort of humor? The humor that doesn't phase you and just makes other peope go "...riiiiiiight." Hm. Interesting, mayhaps. Maybe TMI. Anyway, I rather liked the movie, despite being reminded that hot dogs might contain pigs brains remains meaning you can get brain-destroying diseases. You can thank my sister for that; she and her anatomy class... Man, I friggin' hate hearing about Mad Cow Disease.
OK, I'm done. Most emotions for me are fleeting and just roll off my back, which is perhaps another reason I've been seen as morbid; deathly things don't bother me too much, but maybe that's just myself preventing me from my existential breakdowns. Ergh.
Also, I thought Sacha Baron Cohen's character was GENIUS, and he did it FANTASTICALLY, which I was happy to see because Borat looked fucking terrible.
I think part of my meta-viewing of movies is the challenge to solve the plot puzzle, as well, which is greatly aided by being paranoid. Prestige? Win. This one (PLOT SPOILER!!!!) I figured out as soon as the character came on screen; not because there were any clues but because in movies you have only about two hours to tell a story. You don't introduce a character without some purpose. So any character with lines instantly makes my mind come up with a reason for them being in the story, and out of thin air I guessed the ending with really no evidence other than meta-evidence. And I think that ticks people off, some (like Cayman and "Dude, Where's My Car" for me), but Prestige is still genius because it's not meta-evidence that gets you to solve the plot. Um, and I think my meta-skills were only aided by DayDay's editing advice to me this summer.
Also, this adorable black kitten showed up today which totally seemed like a sign after the dream I had last night in which a kitten was about to die before I saved it and woke up. (A lady, who all I remember was the skirt-suit and the kitten, and her suit's pattern was a black plaid and I noticed most of the squares had turned to gray, but the fact that some were black meant she was some sort of shape-shifter and was going drop off the cat to be killed, so I took the cat from her acting as a representative and there was this weird metal harp-like thing.) And then we saw a squirrel get hit and not die, and it made me sad. =( Poor thing with blood on its face... ='(
And now, after that stint into morbidity, it's the sixth day of Christmas, and I come bearing KITTENS!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my LJ gave to me--tiny kittens miaowing,
CHRISTMASYYYY MIIICHAEEEEL CRAWFOOOOOORD
Chicago and some children,
Straight No Chaser singing,
God Rest Ye lights a-blinking,
and a "happy holidays" so merry!
Also, I watched Blues Brothers today, for the first time in a long while. That is a great movie. Noticed a lot of the same cameos as in Austin Powers, I'm guessing because they perchance happened to work with the same people on Saturday Night Live? Anyway, Spielberg and whoever played that US General were in both. (Funny, huh?) Also, I decided I probably should have gone to the Winter Dance my senior year as The Blues Brothers with someone, but the fact that I chose the superheros we did (Da Chicken characters) and NOT Indiana Jones already says something for the way I was thinking at that time, in regards to that; a.k.a. I don't think it would have happened. Also I forgot how many characters and pop culture references there were in the third one! Britney Spears! The Osbournes! Um... what's his face before he was a crazy Scientologist! John Travolta being creepy! Yeeeeah. *shudder* I also decided I need to pick up a smallish, black fedora, so that if I ever have the need for insta-Blues Brothers, I can.
[EDIT] Also, Elwood would make an awesome name for a Tuxedo Cat. Like the one I found outside today, you ask?! Well, not exactly. I wish. =/ Yeah, I know. I just happen to like Dan Akroyd better than John Belushi. Ghostbusters + Indiana Jones = Awesome. Bet you didn't know he was in Temple of Doom, did you? Eh, you probably don't care... But it will probably come up later on when I start posting INDIANA JONES TRIVIA! (I bet you're all wishing you'd never friended me right now. Eh? Eh?!) =P
OK, I'm done. Most emotions for me are fleeting and just roll off my back, which is perhaps another reason I've been seen as morbid; deathly things don't bother me too much, but maybe that's just myself preventing me from my existential breakdowns. Ergh.
Also, I thought Sacha Baron Cohen's character was GENIUS, and he did it FANTASTICALLY, which I was happy to see because Borat looked fucking terrible.
I think part of my meta-viewing of movies is the challenge to solve the plot puzzle, as well, which is greatly aided by being paranoid. Prestige? Win. This one (PLOT SPOILER!!!!) I figured out as soon as the character came on screen; not because there were any clues but because in movies you have only about two hours to tell a story. You don't introduce a character without some purpose. So any character with lines instantly makes my mind come up with a reason for them being in the story, and out of thin air I guessed the ending with really no evidence other than meta-evidence. And I think that ticks people off, some (like Cayman and "Dude, Where's My Car" for me), but Prestige is still genius because it's not meta-evidence that gets you to solve the plot. Um, and I think my meta-skills were only aided by DayDay's editing advice to me this summer.
Also, this adorable black kitten showed up today which totally seemed like a sign after the dream I had last night in which a kitten was about to die before I saved it and woke up. (A lady, who all I remember was the skirt-suit and the kitten, and her suit's pattern was a black plaid and I noticed most of the squares had turned to gray, but the fact that some were black meant she was some sort of shape-shifter and was going drop off the cat to be killed, so I took the cat from her acting as a representative and there was this weird metal harp-like thing.) And then we saw a squirrel get hit and not die, and it made me sad. =( Poor thing with blood on its face... ='(
And now, after that stint into morbidity, it's the sixth day of Christmas, and I come bearing KITTENS!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my LJ gave to me--tiny kittens miaowing,
Click to viewCHRISTMASYYYY MIIICHAEEEEL CRAWFOOOOOORD
Chicago and some children,
Straight No Chaser singing,
God Rest Ye lights a-blinking,
and a "happy holidays" so merry!
Also, I watched Blues Brothers today, for the first time in a long while. That is a great movie. Noticed a lot of the same cameos as in Austin Powers, I'm guessing because they perchance happened to work with the same people on Saturday Night Live? Anyway, Spielberg and whoever played that US General were in both. (Funny, huh?) Also, I decided I probably should have gone to the Winter Dance my senior year as The Blues Brothers with someone, but the fact that I chose the superheros we did (Da Chicken characters) and NOT Indiana Jones already says something for the way I was thinking at that time, in regards to that; a.k.a. I don't think it would have happened. Also I forgot how many characters and pop culture references there were in the third one! Britney Spears! The Osbournes! Um... what's his face before he was a crazy Scientologist! John Travolta being creepy! Yeeeeah. *shudder* I also decided I need to pick up a smallish, black fedora, so that if I ever have the need for insta-Blues Brothers, I can.
[EDIT] Also, Elwood would make an awesome name for a Tuxedo Cat. Like the one I found outside today, you ask?! Well, not exactly. I wish. =/ Yeah, I know. I just happen to like Dan Akroyd better than John Belushi. Ghostbusters + Indiana Jones = Awesome. Bet you didn't know he was in Temple of Doom, did you? Eh, you probably don't care... But it will probably come up later on when I start posting INDIANA JONES TRIVIA! (I bet you're all wishing you'd never friended me right now. Eh? Eh?!) =P