A drink so good they named a color after it.
Oh, for animal cruelty. This kind of thing makes me cry. I mean, the Evil Twins are rescue cats, and every time I pass by an animal shelter I have to remind myself that two is all I can handle without becoming a crazy cat lady. I've read tearful essays by shelter employees about the painful process of euthanasia; the idea of a shelter worker who not only enjoys that process but "euthanizes" wanted pets is unthinkable to me.
I have not seen last night's SYTYCD yet because I was out having a life. At this point, any elimination is a sad elimination.
During the course of last night's life-having, I watched Death Proof, which, how did I manage to not see this immediately? In my freewheeling college days, I was almost obsessive in my love for Quentin Tarantino. I've rewatched Pulp Fiction about three times as often as I've seen Serenity. Death Proof is not for the faint of heart -- it's not a spoiler to say there are severed limbs -- but it is well worth seeing if you have a strong stomach. There's a lot in the way of scantily-clad hot women, but it's all done in a spirit of critique that's also celebration. Like, you'd have to be a total literalist stick-in-the-mud to find this film degrading to women. It was refreshing (and hot) to be encouraged to look at sexy women the way this movie showed them, and there was a feeling of protest against systems of thought that exclude ever depicting a woman as an object of desire. But enough with my scholarly preoccupations: Death Proof is genre-geeky and self-referential to the point of absurdity, and it's a clever gem by an auteur who seems to be rethinking his auteur-ness out loud.
I have not seen last night's SYTYCD yet because I was out having a life. At this point, any elimination is a sad elimination.
During the course of last night's life-having, I watched Death Proof, which, how did I manage to not see this immediately? In my freewheeling college days, I was almost obsessive in my love for Quentin Tarantino. I've rewatched Pulp Fiction about three times as often as I've seen Serenity. Death Proof is not for the faint of heart -- it's not a spoiler to say there are severed limbs -- but it is well worth seeing if you have a strong stomach. There's a lot in the way of scantily-clad hot women, but it's all done in a spirit of critique that's also celebration. Like, you'd have to be a total literalist stick-in-the-mud to find this film degrading to women. It was refreshing (and hot) to be encouraged to look at sexy women the way this movie showed them, and there was a feeling of protest against systems of thought that exclude ever depicting a woman as an object of desire. But enough with my scholarly preoccupations: Death Proof is genre-geeky and self-referential to the point of absurdity, and it's a clever gem by an auteur who seems to be rethinking his auteur-ness out loud.