I might as well change my name to Janeane Garofalo because eventually, someone will say "hey, you remind me a little bit of Jaeane Garofalo. Has anyone ever told you that?" Like it's brand new information to me. It is a nice compliment but it does gets boring after awhile especially when I have to feign some sort of interest in the other person's revelation like it's a big deal but then the other person would say 'YES! Ever so dry just like Janeane!'
I watched the fifth most boring film during the time when the Rapture was supposed to take over the earth and ravange the sinners or something. I figured that Buffy: The Vampire Slayer might have saved the world again. I mean, it makes a lot more sense to think that way.
Back to the boring film. Let me preface this by saying that I watch all sort of crap. I'm open to anything and everything. I like Wim Wenders and Terrence Malick. I can even put up with some Harmony Korine and Gus Van Sant. I can recall movies I do not enjoy one bit. The very first boring film I watched was in grade 8 and the substitute teacher wanted to educate us on the wondrous world of Paul McCartney's Boys Choir.
The second boring film I watched was Woody Allen's September. I even put up with a little bit of 'Interiors' but 'September' was fucking garbage.
The third boring film was during my third year as an undergrad student. It was Italian Cinema, I remember -- at Innis College. I remembered that class so well because I really did enjoy it. However, I did not enjoy 'Blow-Up'. Don't get me wrong, I like Antonioni but that film? I couldn't really get through it without rolling my eyes at various points while the rest of the class was oohing and aahing over something they didn't really understand in the first place.
The fourth boring film I watched was Vincent Gallo's Brown Bunny. I found myself asleep during the first part and then woke up to Chole Sevigny blowing Gallo.
Now...the recent boring movie I watched was...oh my zeus, even I'm eyerolling as I'm typing this:
First of all: Nice one, rich white boys. Secondly: I get that Phoenix and Affleck were making fun of reality television and how society is consumed with 'staged' reality shows but you know what? I like to take stock in society having the decency and the wits to determine that the reality shows they are watching are staged but they just don't care. Rich boys: Good one at wrangling your audience to watch this piece of shit mockumentary. I was fast forwarding the whole damn thing to see if I could get a glimpse of Christopher Guest waltzing in to save this mockumentary.
I need to bleach my brain from that piece of shit with some Rock Of Love marathon. At least there were some substance in Bret Michaels finding love.