fuckface book.

you've seen the trailers. the social network is the story of facebook, everybody's favourite time-wasting tool.

did you ever see flash of genius? probably not. because it was about the guy who invented windshield wipers. the social network kind of reminds me of that movie, only with more drugs and skanks.

unlike a flash of genius, the social network, for whatever reason, successfully managed to retain my attention. although i was fading by the end. it felt really long.

so, it's interesting. but why?
probably because of the drugs and skanks. and, unlike a flash of genius, it's current. we all know/love/ hate/use facebook. and the guy who played mark zuckerberg was captivating. he nailed it.

when trent reznor was recruited for the soundtrack to this movie, he responded to the skeptics by stating that the film is actually very dark. the soundtrack is good, and so obviously reznor. the "darkness"? fucking ridiculous. it was so overplayed. i almost think that there were some "funny parts" in this movie. but i never laughed once.

like when eduardo saverin's crazy girlfriend sets his room on fire. i was like, "why the fuck is this relevant?" now that i think about it, i'm betting it was the movie's attempt to have a "ha-ha" moment.

do i regret seeing this movie? no. despite the justin timberlake gross-out factor, it was interesting.

would i own this movie or see it more than once? no. it's only worth seeing because it's about the internet we came of age to: napster/facebook by angry, bitter, nerdy hacker boys with serial killing potential (you know them, you've dated them... at least, i have).

i don't even think facebook is that cool anymore. not now that your grandparents are on there.

nothin doin.

doing nothing is so underrated.

i look forward to my time off so that i can do it. i actually get really pissed off if my time off ends up being spent doing things. one reason it's nice not to go home during the holidays. if i had to spend my vacation traveling around and going to parties every day, i would be really pissed off to finally get back home. only to resume school or work the next day.

psychic death.

the following is a list of how i like to spend my time doing nothing:

taking long walks with my ipod really loud.
morning tea with honey.
lounging around a clean livingroom.
reading short stories.
writing short stories.
watching wholesome family TV (like road to avonlea or the cosby show) or black and white bette davis movies.
wine and beer.
ye olde fireplace in a box.
blogging.
cookin spaghetti.
long johns and bush socks.

excuse me, kids. i've won a prize.

queens of noise.

i recently saw a new movies that i would actually consider adding to my personal collection.

it was the runaways.

i know i know. about time, right? but if you've read my blog you know that i don't give a fuck about being current. this is mostly because i don't tend to seek out new music, and i don't go to the movies.
unless it's a midnight movie and they're showing escape from new york again.

the runaways was cool for a couple reasons. 1. you get to watch some badass bitches rock out for over an hour, and 2. kristen stewart as joan jett was totally worth it. what a dike.

of course, there are some problems with the movie, too. the parts with cherie currie's family drama was lame horse. let's face it: it wasn't really the runaways story. it was the cherie currie story. which makes sense, since it was based off of her book.

this is probably why lita ford wasn't on board with the flick. which is too bad because lita is pretty much the coolest. i'm also pretty sure that jerry cantrell stole his hair flip from her.



to be honest, ms. currie has always seemed like kind of a dud (which could explain the lack-luster performance of dakota fanning). she may have had some cool moves back in the day, but the chick has always come across as a kind of talentless media whore.

harsh.

but whatever. the movie is entertaining, and when it's over you'll want to break out all those old runaways records.

a place in the sun.

i've been watching a crapload of movies lately.

a place in the sun is a movie to end all movies.

seriously.

movies like this make me wonder why any other movies even exist. 

why bother?

i've never been a big liz taylor fan. i am clearly more a marilyn gal. but even though liz doesn't exactly appeal to me, one fact is undeniable: she was a fucking fantastic actress.

maybe that's because she got all the good movie roles. i mean, have you seen who's afraid of virginia woolf?

 

clift and taylor are brilliant together. alone, too.

and i really feel fucking sorry for them. especially her. 

as for him, i feel sorry for him. but i also resent him. the way he slouches around.

so awkward and silent. so goddamn stupid about it all.

he is pathetic, is what it is.

he should have just told her that he knocked a bitch up. after all, it happened before they really got together. and she LOVED him. she would have understood.

speaking of a bitch...

 

i could not for the life of me find a picture or youtube video that did justice to this dame.

if i resented clift a little, shelley winters made me want to throw up.
unlike some, i did not sympathize. how could i?
yes, she was knocked up by a guy who didn't love her. but she was so utterly disgusting
repulsive
that i could not feel a thing.

the boat scene is the stuff that nightmares are made of.
and i don't mean the drowning part.

so at the end of the day, you gotta give it up to winters.
any actor who can make you physically sick

is a genius.

garbage.

according to this article, james cameron's 'avatar' is said to usher a slew of 3D movies into 2010.

according to one nimrod: "I'm going to go and see [avatar]. It doesn't really matter how good it is, I want to go and see it because of the technological advances he's made and I think a lot of other people will as well."

just what we need. more flicks that spend disgusting amounts of money on computer tech in order to compensate for a total lack of plot, characterization, and dialogue.

yeah, it can be "cool" and "keen" to have shit jump out at you. but the novelty WILL wear off. and nobody wants to wear glasses when they don't HAVE TO. oh wait. apparently hipsters do.

but all this really means, is the production of more yet more CG garbage.

i don't care about computer-generated visual effects.
period.

give me cronenberg or tom savini any motherfuckin day of the week.
SPARE US.

i actually have nightmares. the future. scoleosis-inducing amounts of time in front of our computers and HD TV's. i mean, more than we do currently. which is already revolting. it actually makes me sick and fearful. in that buy-a-cabin-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-and-hoard-food-and-medical-supplies-kind-of-way.

i want to, like, see some actual fucking real talent come 2010.

is that too much to ask??

i want sweat and blood and GUTS.

berserk.

genre fiction is like junk food for the soul.

you can't only eat ice cream and chocolate bars
because if you do you WILL get fat and die of cancer.

i don't even really like sweets.

but i am a consumer of much junk for the soul.

i like to think of it as low-brow.

you can't JUST read v.c.andrews or watch sleepaway camp.

but don't tell me that you spend all your free time reading ulysses and virginia woolf either.
because that is a lie.

so do me a favour and stop pretending.

watch sleepaway camp, and read a cheesy
erotic romance novel.

preferably bdsm.

love that van houten chick.

manson family murders turned love story?

yes, please.

keep you eyes out for 2009's "leslie, my name is evil."

the director is some dude, calls himself reginald harkema.

apparently, he's been obsessed with the manson murders, and leslie van houten in particular

(whom he dubs: "the hottest manson girl"), since helter skelter came out.

so he made a movie about it (i guess).

please note that he prefers that the mansons be referred to as a "family"

and not a gang.  this is important.

whatever.

the movie is canadian so,

go team?

unicorns.

while this 25th anniversary edition makes it look like a yet another retarded disney sequel:

the last unicorn (1982) is actually not really a kid's movie.

i remember watching this as a kid. i loved it like mary poppins, but i always knew it was different.

dark, very dark.

i just re-watched this with my sexy boyfriend. he was skeptical, at best.

but with an all-star cast that includes the voices of rosemary herself (mia farrow) and jeff bridges, and a soundtrack by AMERICA, how can you go wrong?

this movie still kicks ass.  maybe more now because of how unconventional it is.

the prince and "princess" DON'T live happily. at least, not together.

unless that beastiality scene was cut...

no, it isn't a kid's movie. at least, not by today's standards.

i counted 2 full-out tit shots.

then there is the violence. 

this is scary stuff! the constant threat of the bull from hell.

the talking wino skeleton.

and that old hag devoured by the half-naked harpy.

if i had a kid i would totally let her watch it.

boy movies.

'on the waterfront' was pretty darn good:
1950s bad-boy-meets-good-girl-and-does-the-right-thing mobster flick.
maintained a steady pace, and chalkfull of 'ohgod' moments and brando eyecandy.

a classic is usually classic for a reason.

once i dated this guy who thought movies like gone with the wind were too overrated to bother watching.

i too have been guilty of not believing the hype BUT

i feel there is a major distinction between old and new hollywood.

the only movie i'm not crazy about is citizen kane.
not because it isn't good, but because it is such a boy movie.

(for my mr. wells fix i prefer 'the third man.')

a 'boy movie' is any movie that consists MOSTLY of boys doing what they do with other boys.

hmm...

seriously though, i mean it.

it's not that i can't relate or don't care about boys. it's just that when it is TOO boy, i start thinking about what to eat for dinner and whether or not my nails are too long yet. you know, the really exciting crap.

the perfect example will always be nancy drew vs. the hardy boys.

of course, when the two got together... then it was spicy.