The only time I ever get homework done in college.
Recently viewed films:
The Red Shoes (Powel, 1948): A-
It's a Wonderful Life (Capra, 1946): C
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It was 1 AM and as I clutched the doorknob, I noticed it was peculiarly stiff (we never lock the door -- don't rob us now that you know this information). I grabbed my key, dusted it off, and proceeded to penetrate the void left for the insertion of the key. As I turned the key back and forth (I never know which direction to twist the key), it finally popped open. As the door swung open, I saw an immoble leg under his light blue cover, which looked almost dark due to the shadow being cast over his bed. The subsequent giggles valdidated my perverted thoughts. I stood in the little entranceway to our dorm room pondering what homework I had. After about a minute of "hold on, I'm trying to think if I have any homework", I realized that I had to read many primary sources for my Western Civilzation class (No -- one of them was not Henry James' "The Turn of the Screw"). With my back to the hedonists, I snatched my book and headed to the study lounge. I get the most homework done when my roomate has visitors.
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Oh, the hardships and nastiness of love and ballet. The Red Shoes is marvelous. It is not only absolutely gorgeous, but it offers an intruiging and almost unanswerable question about life and which path to take -- love or passion/career/art and the "answer" to this query is quite interesting. The abitious and gap-toothed young redhead who played Victoria Page looks eeriely similar to the flute-toting Alyson Hannigan from American Pie. However, my minor complaint is that the scenes of the play, The Red Shoes, as magnificent as they are (probably my favorite scenes, actually), seemed more cinematic than theaterical. I had a hard time believing that they were actually performing the ballet on stage for an audience.
I'm not sure if it is a good idea to watch the overly traditional (in more than one respect) It's A Wonderful Life when it isn't around the holidays -- because then you really see it for the unbearably corny film it is. Heh -- his small town turned into Las Vegas just because George wasn't born. The message didn't go over my head, I just didn't buy it. And the film goes to great lengths to remind us that the town isn't the same without him. How many people did he need to question before he figured out that the angel had done as he said he would. I realize that finding out you are non-existant can be disillusioning, but after a while it grows tiresome and then the histrionics begin (well, they had already begun -- they just continue). I'm not going to denounce anyone who enjoys the film -- it just seemed too over-the-top, which detracted from it's genuineness. But seriously, the town becoming a completely immoral place without George just made me roll my eyes.
The Red Shoes (Powel, 1948): A-
It's a Wonderful Life (Capra, 1946): C
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It was 1 AM and as I clutched the doorknob, I noticed it was peculiarly stiff (we never lock the door -- don't rob us now that you know this information). I grabbed my key, dusted it off, and proceeded to penetrate the void left for the insertion of the key. As I turned the key back and forth (I never know which direction to twist the key), it finally popped open. As the door swung open, I saw an immoble leg under his light blue cover, which looked almost dark due to the shadow being cast over his bed. The subsequent giggles valdidated my perverted thoughts. I stood in the little entranceway to our dorm room pondering what homework I had. After about a minute of "hold on, I'm trying to think if I have any homework", I realized that I had to read many primary sources for my Western Civilzation class (No -- one of them was not Henry James' "The Turn of the Screw"). With my back to the hedonists, I snatched my book and headed to the study lounge. I get the most homework done when my roomate has visitors.
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Oh, the hardships and nastiness of love and ballet. The Red Shoes is marvelous. It is not only absolutely gorgeous, but it offers an intruiging and almost unanswerable question about life and which path to take -- love or passion/career/art and the "answer" to this query is quite interesting. The abitious and gap-toothed young redhead who played Victoria Page looks eeriely similar to the flute-toting Alyson Hannigan from American Pie. However, my minor complaint is that the scenes of the play, The Red Shoes, as magnificent as they are (probably my favorite scenes, actually), seemed more cinematic than theaterical. I had a hard time believing that they were actually performing the ballet on stage for an audience.
I'm not sure if it is a good idea to watch the overly traditional (in more than one respect) It's A Wonderful Life when it isn't around the holidays -- because then you really see it for the unbearably corny film it is. Heh -- his small town turned into Las Vegas just because George wasn't born. The message didn't go over my head, I just didn't buy it. And the film goes to great lengths to remind us that the town isn't the same without him. How many people did he need to question before he figured out that the angel had done as he said he would. I realize that finding out you are non-existant can be disillusioning, but after a while it grows tiresome and then the histrionics begin (well, they had already begun -- they just continue). I'm not going to denounce anyone who enjoys the film -- it just seemed too over-the-top, which detracted from it's genuineness. But seriously, the town becoming a completely immoral place without George just made me roll my eyes.