September 9, 2012
SOMETIMES I TRY TO SING...
On Tuesday I heard "A Promise to Keep" from Brandi Carlile's latest album Bear Creek, which I'll have to get to downloading soon. Long story short: I heard it. I liked it. I wanted to sing it. And so that night I picked up my gee-tar and got carried away. Obviously, there are some flub-a-dubs, but I think it adds some essential character. Yes, let's go with that.
September 7, 2012
WATCH THIS MOVIE: BACHELORETTE
Tonight I decided I was going to illegally download the movie Bachelorette starring Kirsten Dunst, Isla Fischer, and Lizzie Caplan...That's right, ILLEGALLY, but I just couldn't wait. I was doing the excited pulling at the bottom of your shorts potty dance, and I needed to end that quick. I had to feed my urges, and so yes, I participated in some supposedly seedy viewing procedures.
Let me tell you how much I don't give an eff about how wrong this might have been though because Bachelorette was the best film I've seen in quite some time. Reviewers are naturally drawn to a comparison between Bachelorette and the 2011 hit Bridesmaids, but I feel like that's comparing oil and water. Yes, they're both liquids, but they ain't even tryin' to mix. Bridesmaids was undoubtedly hilarious, athough, I still view that movie as a pearl necklace, the pearls being incredibly funny sketches, the string being the shoddy storyline. But Bachelorette is altogether a more cohesive comedic film...And it gets DIRRTY...cocaine,quarter life crisis, bathroom effing, dirrty.
Quickly, the meat of the film really begins when a drug induced mishap sends the three main characters on an overnight journey to fixation during the course of which each of them must face their personal destroyer, be it body image, future success, impending loneliness, or shitty exes. It may sound mundane, but it's written in such a way that it cuts in a real way. Most girls I have the pleasure to know will be able to identify with at least one of these stunningly written flawed ladies, if not ALL three, as I did.
And I mean, if anything, you'll at least find pleasure in Lizzie Caplan's monologue given to a foxily slender, Horatio Sanz about the science of the b(e)low job based on a 1-10 scale. If giving this a listen does not cause either a jaw drop, irregular breathing pattern, or at least mild fascination then I just don't know if you can hang. Right after this happened I wanted to push Lizzie Caplan's hair behind her ear so I could whisper cute things into it. Just. Go. See. It. MEOW.
If you'd like to know just a little bit more, I certainly like this interview with the writer Leslye Headland and Caplan.
Let me tell you how much I don't give an eff about how wrong this might have been though because Bachelorette was the best film I've seen in quite some time. Reviewers are naturally drawn to a comparison between Bachelorette and the 2011 hit Bridesmaids, but I feel like that's comparing oil and water. Yes, they're both liquids, but they ain't even tryin' to mix. Bridesmaids was undoubtedly hilarious, athough, I still view that movie as a pearl necklace, the pearls being incredibly funny sketches, the string being the shoddy storyline. But Bachelorette is altogether a more cohesive comedic film...And it gets DIRRTY...cocaine,quarter life crisis, bathroom effing, dirrty.
Quickly, the meat of the film really begins when a drug induced mishap sends the three main characters on an overnight journey to fixation during the course of which each of them must face their personal destroyer, be it body image, future success, impending loneliness, or shitty exes. It may sound mundane, but it's written in such a way that it cuts in a real way. Most girls I have the pleasure to know will be able to identify with at least one of these stunningly written flawed ladies, if not ALL three, as I did.
And I mean, if anything, you'll at least find pleasure in Lizzie Caplan's monologue given to a foxily slender, Horatio Sanz about the science of the b(e)low job based on a 1-10 scale. If giving this a listen does not cause either a jaw drop, irregular breathing pattern, or at least mild fascination then I just don't know if you can hang. Right after this happened I wanted to push Lizzie Caplan's hair behind her ear so I could whisper cute things into it. Just. Go. See. It. MEOW.
If you'd like to know just a little bit more, I certainly like this interview with the writer Leslye Headland and Caplan.
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