I Like Tea.
So I got to meet up with one of my favorite girls today, Vero, and spend some quality time catching her up on my life and babbling about H50 and how ridic O'Lough and Caan are together, and threatening to beat the shit out of her co-workers if they don't ease up on her. It's that kind of relationship, and she's very tolerant of my idiosyncrasies, like when I talk about sex and porn in my outside voice, no matter where I am. I love her.
We watched Faster, which wasn't anything like I expected it to be, but turned out to be something a lot more interesting. I'd thought it was a straight-up revenge flick, but there were these interesting subplots about the Cop and his fucked-up life and the Killer (who, I swear to God, looked like Harry Potter's older, meaner brother) and his issues and the Driver (Dwayne Johnson looking hot, on a shallow note) and his quest for revenge and the doubts he has along the way. The thing I liked about the movie was that the dialogue was really sparse in some places, but so much of the acting was done just through the eyes and the facial expressions, and it really worked. Some of the movie's message got lost along the way (it focused a little too much on some of the secondary characters at the expense of moving the story along), but it had mystery and emotion and secrets, it had a genuine twist ending, and the violence, when there was violence, never seemed gratuitous, just necessary.
Plus, everything was shot with this '70s vibe to it, right down to the cars and the music and the wide angles of some of the shots. It was really gorgeous to watch, just on a visual level, and I really want to icon the hell out of this movie because there are just so many interesting angles and colors and stylistic choices that were made. It was like a Quentin Tarantino movie, but without all the self-congratulatory douchebaggery that goes along with it. I mean, no one spent twenty fucking minutes talking about how the music was better back in the '70s or how this one car movie from 1971 was the best thing ever made and you're an asshole for not ever having watched it. You have no idea how much of a fucking relief it is to see a '70s-style flick without the constant "huh? huh? you get it? I'm homaging the '70s!!!!" elbow-in-your-face feeling.
All in all, I liked it a lot, and will definitely buy it when it comes out on DVD.
Also, saw the trailers for Cowboys vs. Aliens and holy shit, Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford as cowboys fighting aliens? I AM SO IN. You don't even know, guys, you seriously don't.
So I am watching season two of DW, and while I like David Tennant as a general rule, his Doctor is sending me into fits with his arrogance. I really liked Harriet Jones, man, and I'm kinda pissed at what he did to her. I think that while I will like Ten well enough, I'm never going to love him as much as everyone else does, which makes me sad. I've liked all the Doctors so far, but I'm really disagreeing a lot with Ten's actions, and I'm only three episodes in. We can't talk about Rose because I don't have enough room to articulate all my feelings and thoughts about her, and the less said about how she treats Mickey, the better.
But at least I will always have this from my Doctor:
In conclusion, I fucking love Steve and his goddamn teacup. Pinky up, baby!
We watched Faster, which wasn't anything like I expected it to be, but turned out to be something a lot more interesting. I'd thought it was a straight-up revenge flick, but there were these interesting subplots about the Cop and his fucked-up life and the Killer (who, I swear to God, looked like Harry Potter's older, meaner brother) and his issues and the Driver (Dwayne Johnson looking hot, on a shallow note) and his quest for revenge and the doubts he has along the way. The thing I liked about the movie was that the dialogue was really sparse in some places, but so much of the acting was done just through the eyes and the facial expressions, and it really worked. Some of the movie's message got lost along the way (it focused a little too much on some of the secondary characters at the expense of moving the story along), but it had mystery and emotion and secrets, it had a genuine twist ending, and the violence, when there was violence, never seemed gratuitous, just necessary.
Plus, everything was shot with this '70s vibe to it, right down to the cars and the music and the wide angles of some of the shots. It was really gorgeous to watch, just on a visual level, and I really want to icon the hell out of this movie because there are just so many interesting angles and colors and stylistic choices that were made. It was like a Quentin Tarantino movie, but without all the self-congratulatory douchebaggery that goes along with it. I mean, no one spent twenty fucking minutes talking about how the music was better back in the '70s or how this one car movie from 1971 was the best thing ever made and you're an asshole for not ever having watched it. You have no idea how much of a fucking relief it is to see a '70s-style flick without the constant "huh? huh? you get it? I'm homaging the '70s!!!!" elbow-in-your-face feeling.
All in all, I liked it a lot, and will definitely buy it when it comes out on DVD.
Also, saw the trailers for Cowboys vs. Aliens and holy shit, Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford as cowboys fighting aliens? I AM SO IN. You don't even know, guys, you seriously don't.
So I am watching season two of DW, and while I like David Tennant as a general rule, his Doctor is sending me into fits with his arrogance. I really liked Harriet Jones, man, and I'm kinda pissed at what he did to her. I think that while I will like Ten well enough, I'm never going to love him as much as everyone else does, which makes me sad. I've liked all the Doctors so far, but I'm really disagreeing a lot with Ten's actions, and I'm only three episodes in. We can't talk about Rose because I don't have enough room to articulate all my feelings and thoughts about her, and the less said about how she treats Mickey, the better.
But at least I will always have this from my Doctor:
Click to viewIn conclusion, I fucking love Steve and his goddamn teacup. Pinky up, baby!