Film/Book/Music Porn

January 23, 2009 | Published in , , | 0 comments

Spoiler alert.

Watched 'Rachel Getting Married'. Anne Hathaway is winning that Oscar because she looks dead terrible (recall: Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman and Halle Berry in Monster, The Hours and Monster's Ball respectively). Moreover, the movie is an incredibly low budget indie film that creeps out 3/5 senses. Kym (Anne Hathaway) in black Ray Ban Wayfarers, XXXL forest green hoodie and skinny jeans with blond tiger highlights? Check. The incessant shrill violin coupled with the twang of a badly played guitar to represent the cacophony of said character's mental torture playing in the background? Check. The verdant green and warmth of Kym's childhood home juxtaposed with said character's constant cigarette smoking? Check. The one tight bitchslap across the face every child deserves? Check.
 
Admittedly, the script did not send shivers down my spine. Huh. I thought it would've. 'Brokeback Mountain' with all of Ennis del Mar's incoherent utterings did much more for me than 'Rachel Getting Married'.  But. But because of the lukewarm script, Anne Hathaway really did strut herself as an actress in this show. From playing a geeky bespectacled unwitting princess many moons ago to a fucked up recovering drug addict, I'd say the Academy better give her this one. 

Have rediscovered early 90's post-Nirvana rock 'n' roll in the form of the Stone Temple Pilots. Scott Weiland is the only man alive who can pull off shiny skinny pants. <3

Finished 'The Color Purple' last week after having attempted to read it at the age of 14. Six years later I discover that I can understand conversations with God spoken by a 14-year-old uneducated black woman perfectly. I can even do the Georgian country accent in my head. Kinda like Mammy in 'Gone with the Wind'.

Now am onto other novels which I do not think I will finish until the days become longer and the nights shorter. I hate reading in bed in the dark. It depresses me and puts me in the shoes of those poor bastards in all literary novels. 

I really should just lose a hundred pounds and walk around with black eyeliner on 24/7 just because it's artistic and cool to be thin and emo pensive.

And! 'How I Met Your Mother'! Only one word for it! Legen-waitforitthisisgonnabeawesomeeee-DARRYY.

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