hearts on fire

the interesting thing about rocky 4 is that it takes place no-where.  or that’s one of the (many?) interesting things about rocky 4.

half of rocky 4 is training montages which inter-cut rocky and drago performing the exact same exercises.  the difference, of course, is that drago is using high-tech science equipment (computers, treadmills, red lasers) to train while rocky trains with farm equipment.  (what’s funny about this, is that at this time the united state was far superior, technological-wise.  and even more so now.  today, the scientifically enhanced athletes are not coming out of the (ex)soviet bloc, but out of the united states.)  but even given the different technologies/equipment used to train, drago and rocky remain largely the same: they are both training their bodies to destroy other bodies, but the training and destruction of other bodies leads to the breakdown of their own body.

if there is a difference between the two, it’s something like this: it takes a totalitarian apparatus to force drago to become this destroying body, but rambo has already internalized this kind of subjectivity on his own.

i really like the end credits and song

but it reminds me of the end credits to another movie . . .


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What Up With That

So you may have noticed…I burned out a little. We were doing our month of foreign, watching Irma Vep and some Bunuel and a bunch of other stuff I didn’t end up writing about because I went a little crazy. It was probably just my period. A two week PMS fiasco. Anyway, I didn’t feel like blogging, or watching movies, or doing anything except watching episodic television and the game show “Minute to Win It.”

But, Scott made me get it together long enough to record this:


Just a picture of Scott so far. But we commissioned the artist to do me!

Go listen. I know you’ve been missing my take on movies.

I missed one of our triple features, too. We watched movies that had been banned in a country. Django, Team America: World Police, and Bad Taste. And it was great. We have another one coming up tomorrow that I’ll definitely be posting about.

For now, enjoy the podcast.


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notes on the young and the restless june 9 2010 (ace)

“i want to take a long vacation somewhere where they don’t have cell phones or the internet,” she says holding her new baby.

“does a place like that even exist?”

that’s a good question.  is there a splace — a position in space — inside of the young and the restless that is outside of the reach of cell phones and the internet?  is there a splace away from all those cameras?  a splace that allows the characters in the young and the restless to act in secret without revealing their actions to the viewing audience?  one of the things that makes soaps interesting is that there doesn’t seem to be any splaces like this.  there’s not any action, any scheming and side-plotting that doesn’t escape the gaze of the camera and the eyes of the viewer.  as long as you put in the time of watching every episode, there’s not an important aspect of any of the characters life you can’t view.  it’s like being god — except a suffering god, one who can only watch, cannot help, and can only suffer along with those suffering.

remember last post and the side-plot about using fetal stem-cells to save the life of a mother-to-be that would pose a risk for the babies-to-be?  well, it turns out that this other girl is surrogating the twins  and they seem to be headed towards a court battle pitting husband vs wife on the use of those fetal stem cells.  right now, the wife is in france in a clinical trial using adult stem cells to cure her cancer or whatever the disease she has (they’re never clear about what precisely the disease is), but the husband doesn’t trust adult stem cells and is now suing (who?  his wife?  the surrogate?) to bring her back to america and use the fetal stem cells from their future children, the twins being carried by the surrogate.  everyone one is pissed he’s going against his wife’s wishes, but it turns out the french clinical study using adult stem cells is no longer working which is why the husband is pushing forward with the law suit to save his wife’s life.  so everyone is re-evaulating their position and everybody must take sides.

“say goodbye to who you tried to be and hello to who you are.”

(are most of the commercials on daytime tv commercials for different perscription drugs?)


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notes on the young and the restless, may 19 2010 (a.c.e.)

(since today’s movies are unwatchable, i’m watching soap operas instead)

but first, previously on the young and the restless:

the camera is hidden in a bag.  so the reality is hidden.

(by this i mean that the machinery used to capture reality —
reality that is not consciously altered by the presence of
a camera — is hidden hiding the reality of this reality tv)
so this blond girl (who is now being played by a different
actor) is staging public spectacles — nude animal testing
protests on television — as a way of gather footage for her
future reality show.  now she’s secretly video-taping her
parents as they deny her access to her inheritance.  all of
this goes viral.  her friends at the bar: “we watched it like
5 times and passed it along to all our friends.”  her reason
for this kind of guerilla reality show: “i dont want any suits
making the decisions; i’m making the decisions.”

side plot: “getting those stem cells may hurt the baby”
“if he gets the stem cells, he’ll get stronger.”
“what are the chances i’d get ovarian cancer at my age?”

in other words, she has cancer and her husband wants to
take stem cells from their soon to be baby to stop the
cancer, i guess.

back to hidden reality:
“i can capitalize on the public’s appetite for glamour”
“what’s the show about?”
“me.  or a character of me.  it’s aspirational entertainment.
(because she’s rich).  it’s all about controlling the message
— i have a social consciousness, including animal rights.  i’m
generating interest in me.”

her (rich(er)) parents aren’t buying it.  little do they know
that they are already being filmed.

what makes all of this so interesting is that the filming is
double — the fake filming of the hidden reality show and the
real filming of the tv show one life to live.

“there’s a reason famous people don’t want their children
photographed.”  but that reason is left unexplained.
“listen to how you’re talking about yourself . . . like you’re
a commodity.”  which is true, but if anyone is to blame, it’s
her parents who are so singularly focused on the creation and
circulation of capital (her dad’s business is a little unclear
— purposefully, since he doesn’t want cameras around to see
what precisely the business consists of).

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Foreign May: Day 17 and 18

May 17th: Cria Cuervos

This movie is haunting me. You know how people say that a piece of music is “haunting” and they kind of mean that it’s morose, dark, and a little jarring? Cria Cuervos definitely embodies those moods, but it’s also haunting because I can’t stop thinking about it.

The film expresses my sentiments about the “evil child” genre perfectly, but it’s not quite a horror film. Nothing frightening happens, and yet its main character, Ana, is living in a death-obsessed world, believing she holds the power to off anyone she wants at any time. Rather than scaring her, she exercises this belief by putting what she thinks is poison in family members’ drinks. We think that children are so innocent, that they are more spiritual and trusting, that they have a larger capacity for love. But perhaps that innocence is more like a dangerous naivete. Childhood is almost as unknown to us as death. We only have the capacity to remember through our experience, so the trust and faith we had as children is lost to us now. Children can be an Other just as alien to us as…well, aliens. Or monsters or ghosts. Cria Cuervos narrates the views of a child obsessed with death, and attempts – rather successfully, I think – to recreate those naive memories.

In the end, when Ana discovers she isn’t in possession of a dangerous poison, we feel relieved. No child should have that kind of power. But, from the view of 8-year-old Ana, we also feel a little disappointed. This is the one thing she believes she has control of. How much control she really has over her violent actions is debatable, however, as the violence of the Franco regime is passed on from father to daughter. Her lack of understanding about herself is the most frightening thing of all.

May 18th: What Time is it There?

I’m loving these Taiwanese films! What Time is it There?, like Yi Yi, explores the loneliness of city life and how big life events (the death of a husband, first kiss, etc.) all end up being remembered alone. This one might be even better than Yi Yi because it has a cameo by Jean-Pierre Leaud, who still looks great.

Each shot of the film is cluttered and noisy, and yet the characters within those shots are still and silent. Though Paris and Taiwan seem to share little in common, both landscapes suffocate while simultaneously isolating. Each character is desperate to share something with someone else, but they all seem to fail. Whether they try through technology, spirituality and superstition, or love, in the end each character is still very much alone.

It’s a depressing concept, but kind of reassuring when you see multiple people suffering from the same sentiments. We’re alone physically, but psychically we’re all connected.

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Three Best Friends Triple Feature!!!: Vol. 7

‘Cause we’re the three best friends that anyone could have. We’re the three best friends that anyone could have.

The Attendees:






Theme: Films featuring a weapon of mass destruction.

The Blob
Directed by Irvin S. Yeaworth
Starring Steve McQueen and Aneta Corsaut
1958, 82 min.
“Beware of the Blob!”

Synopsis: There’s not much to it. A meteor crashes to Earth carrying a horrible, man eating (not little cute dog eating, don’t worry)  parasite affectionately nicknamed “The Blob.” Steve McQueen and other inappropriately cast “teenagers” have to convince the town that this monster exists and that it’s out to absorb everything it touches!


Aaron: I think Steve McQueen is pretty good looking.
Whitney: He’s such a man’s man. I don’t know any girls that think he’s especially good looking, but every boy I know loves him.
Aaron: You don’t think Steve McQueen is that good looking?
Whitney: No.
Aaron: What about when he does that thing with his eyebrows?
Whitney: …No.
Aaron: What about with that haircut?
Whitney: It’s so square!
Aaron: I know! It’s awesome!

Scott: Is he supposed to be 40-years-old in this?
Aaron: No, he’s a teenager.

Sam: What year was this movie made?
Whitney: I don’t know. Back when they could say “spook.”
Sam: And “hang loose.”

Scott; This movie needs Scoobie Doo.

Aaron: I wish they played that song every time the blob was killing people.
Sam: They should make it a musical.
Aaron: And every time the blob finishes it says “Beware of the blog. Da doo da doo da doooodadoodoo.”

Aaron: The cops from the 50s thought everything was short circuits instead of monsters.

Sam: I know why you don’t find him attractive, Whitney!
Whitney: Why?
Sam: He’s not bald and he doesn’t have glasses like Larry David.
Scott: He’s older than you’d think, but not old enough.
Sam: Now he and Larry David are probably the same age.
Scott: Steve McQueen is a little bit too Aryan for her taste.
Sam: You don’t like Germans? …racist.

Scott: I like his “stupid parents” attitude.
Whitney: Yeah, you really shouldn’t be living at home anymore, McQueen.
Scott: “They live with me!”

Aaron: The Vampire and the Robot is the movie they’re watching?

Aaron: Oh! they opened it up for a global warming sequel!
Whitney; Well, I know they remade it and they are remaking it again next year.
Aaron: Why are they doing a remake when they can just make a sequel! There are so many good global warming jokes. … Oh man, I love global warming jokes.

Rambo III
Directed by Peter MacDonald
Starring Sylvester Fucking Stallone and some Middle Eastern dudes
1988, 102 min.
“Well I hate to admit it, but the truth is we’re getting soft.”
Scott: They just killed hundreds of people!

Synopsis: Rambo hates money and technology. He likes monasteries and Afghanistan. He kills a bunch of people. A bunch of people try to kill him. In other words: Rambo fixes the Middle East.


Aaron: Do you want to watch this in Survival Mode?
Whitney: No.
Scott: Is that where you can click and find out about the people.
Heather: No.
Aaron: Yeah! you can click and open up a portfolio on each person, like you’re in the military and you see their dossier!
All: No.
Aaron: So the answer’s no? That makes me so sad, you guys.
Heather: Didn’t you try to make us do this last time?
Aaron: Yeah, and when I watched the first Rambo I tried to get them to watch it in Survivor Mode and they said no, too.

Sam: So The Blob killed 40-50 people?
Aaron: The body count’s going to be higher in Rambo III, I garantee it.

Whitney: I’m trying to convince Scott to let me name our son Todd.
Heather: That’s a terrible name!
Aaron: Why not name him John Rambo?
Whitney: I’m for that. How about Todd Rambo?
Scott: John Rambo’s nerdier, fatter brother.

Aaron: They should just remake this movie but instead of “Russian soldiers,” they can say “American soldiers.” And it can star the Russian Rambo…Ivan…what’s his name from Rocky III.
Whitney: Drago. Dolph Lundgren.
Aaron: Yeah.

Sam: “Todd Rambo”?
Scott: “Have you met my brother John?”
Heather: “Or my brother Spencer?” I actually like the name Spencer, it’s just the dweebiest.
Scott: “My brother John’s such a dick!”

Aaron: Maybe they should make a Rambo IV about how Todd Rambo and John Rambo make amends after all these years. The military comes and asks them to do something, and they have to work together. Todd Rambo always had to compensate for his physique.
Scott: Because they did a Rambo IV and Stallone says that’s the last one, but the studio is going to do one without him. Perfect time for Todd.

Aaron: What do you guys like better, when Russians speak English with Russian accents, or when Sean Connery speaks Russian?

Heather: I like the inconsistency of his scar makeup. Like, right now it sticks out more.
Aaron: It’s because it’s hotter outside and it swells.
Scott: Eww!
Heather: And they paid attention to that when they were doing makeup.
Aaron: Yeah, so it’s more attention to detail than you thought. More than you could even imagine… But the important thing is, that I like to break my pretzel in half and put one on each side of my mouth then bite down, so I have pretzel dust lining each side of my teeth.
(We all try and find it strangely satisfying)
Aaron: I’m going to try it with two.
Whitney: Can you fit it all the way back there?
Aaron: Almost.
Scott: I’m going to try to crush them vertically.
Aaron: Like the Rancor!
Whitney: How can you open your mouth that far!!??
Sam: All the Woods have big mouths.
Heather: I want to try!
Whitney: Ow!
Heather: Ow! We have small mouths.
Aaron: I think I’d have to break it in half first. But, I want to do it like the Rancor!
Whitney: What’s a Rancor??
(Aaron shakes his head in disappointment.)
Scott: It’s with Jabba the Hut…
Whitney: Oh!
Scott: If you’re writing it down I’ll spell it for you.
Sam: I bet I can fit half a Mountain Dew can in my mouth.
Aaron: I bet you can’t.
(He can’t)
Aaron: I win.
Heather: That was a good third, though. So, way to go.
Aaron: A third doesn’t hold up in a court of law.

Sam: He’s just doing this to impress the girl.
Witney: That’s why he does everything.
Heather: That’s not why he’s doing it. It’s just an added benefit.
Aaron: He needs to not wear his pants so high.
Heather: I like how he matches his denims!
Aaron: He gets some things from Todd. How to match his denims and wearing his pants too high.
Scott: And belly shirts. Todd’s known for his belly shirts.
Sam: Long curly hair.
Scott: And headbands. Todd’s big on headbands.
Aaron: Some things run in the family. Some things you can’t get away from. Oh man, I love this Todd Rambo stuff.

Aaron: Man, I love seeing Rambo on a horse. I really do.
Scott: Oh yeah. This movie didn’t get that seal of approval from…who are the people who protect animals? Not PETA…
Whitney: It didn’t?? No! What did they kill.
Scott: Horses.
Whitney: How?? That’s horrible.
Aaron; Maybe there’s someone just dumping boxes of horses. Off cliffs and stuff.

(Rambo says something about his friendships not lasting long.)
Scott: Which is the opposite of Todd Rambo who makes friends and they last forever.
Heather: They actually try to get rid of him.
Aaron: Yeah, he thinks he made friends, but they actually don’t really want him around.
Scott: “Hey, friends!”
Heather: “What are you doin’ this weekend?”
Aaron: It’s hard, too, because he can’t find anyone to go shopping for denim with him.
Heather: “Are these right?”
Aaron: The only one he can get to go with him is John, because it’s the only thing they have in common.
Scott: He really looks up to his brother. I like to think of Todd as the older brother.
Aaron: Me too.
Scott: His mom’s like “Now take care of your little brother, Todd.”

Aaron: Do you think Todd could be played by fat Val Kilmer?
Aaron: I love fat Val Kilmer. I think he’s way better looking than when he was thin Val Kilmer.
Heather: Ew. I don’t think so.
Whitney: He was never attractive.
Sam: What if he looked like Larry David?
Whitney: Well then, that would be great.
Sam: Ew.
Scott: Hear that? Your sexual attractions disgust our guests.

Aaron: He just pushed that spike through from the back, and it came out the front like the Blob.
Sam: Now he’s going to put black powder on it to seal it up!
All: OH!!
Aaron: (fist pumping) Rambo! Rambo!
All: (Fist pumping) Rambo! Rambo!
Heather: He just gauged his hip!!

Aaron: Do you think that’s one of those Cassio math watches? From Todd?
Scott: Todd’s like “You wear it silly!”
Aaron: He loves his brother, but…
Scott: We should make a web series about Todd Rambo.

Heather: Ha ha ha. Surprise, mother fucker!

Whitney: Wait! I have to hear the song.
Scott: Oh yeah. You love the Rambo songs. “I sang this in my school choir.”
(Whitney and Heather sing. Aaron shakes his head in disapproval.)
Whitney: You know this song! “The road is long…with many a winding turn…He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother.” It’s about Todd!!!
Heather: We sang this in my seventh grade choir.
Whitney: So we both sang Rambo songs in our school choirs!

New Jack City
Directed by Mario Van Peebles
Starring Wesley Snipes, Ice-T, Chris Rock, Judd Nelson, and Mario Van Peebles
1991, 97 min.
“We talkin’ ’bout accommidatin’ and consolidatin'”

Synopsis: Out of all the weapons of mass destruction we exploring in our triple feature, crack has the highest death count. Wesley Snipes doesn’t care. He just cares about that cash money. So he sets up an entire apartment building for the production and sale of crack, and it ends up getting a lot of people killed dead.


Aaron: Crack cocaine is a weapon of mass destruction. It’s a biological weapon.
Scott: Yep. You can thank the US Government.
Heather: Maybe.
Scott: But no. Really
Heather: Yeah really. There are two conspiracy theories I really believe and that’s one of them.

Heather: Does Mr. Cooper make a cameo in this movie??

Scott: I wish I was black in the 90s. Or back in the 90s.

Scott: This movie is like Clueless for crack dealers.
Whitney: What does that mean?
Scott: Just about a bunch of friends who are crack dealers, hanging out in a jeep. Driving around. A lot of crack. A  lot
of jeeps.
Heather: And that guy in the back is wearing the same hat as Dion’s boyfriend.

Heather: One thing that I miss about the 90s is hats with the brim-
Whitney: Yes! Flipped up! I was just thinking I want to bring that back!
Heather: It’s so cool.

Aaron: Is this Boyz to Men?
Heather: Or All 4 One?

Scott: I want to be the snow cone distributor outside New Jack City’s crack headquarters.

Whitney: What is Judd Nelson doing in a movie??
Heather: He’s so weird looking.
Whitney: Does he die?
Scott: I can’t tell you that.
Whitney: (groan)
Scott: It’s not early on, I can tell you that.

Scott: Ice-T is wearing a little too much mascara for my taste. A little too much eye liner.

Sam: Did you see that sign? “Crack Kills.”
Whitney: It seems like it kills…everyone in New York.
Aaron: Most of the people in this movie, if they don’t die in this movie, they’ll die in a year or so.
Whitney: I think this one has the most mass destruction, then.

Aaron: All I know is, these guys aren’t very good at going under cover and acting natural.

Whitney: That was a weird trial.
Sam: There were some weird laws back then.
Whitney: Back in the 90s?


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Foreign May: Day 15 and 16

Foreign May is more than halfway over! I’m actually a little sad about that. There are still a billion foreign films I want to watch, but when there are two of us trying to choose a movie, chances are we’re going to talk each other into watching Lethal Weapon 2 again instead of Revanche or something.

May 15th: Knife in the Water

See, look at that. How can that shot not be hiding a deeper meaning that I'm not smart enough to get?

I’m still reading about Polanski’s debut feature, but it’s been hard to find anything substantial in the more accessible reviews. Most people are writing about the DVD release, which means they get away with two sentence observations about the entire movie and a list of the features. I feel like I need to read some deeper analysis before I really comment on the movie because I may be missing something. It’s one of those movies that are so simple and uncontrived that I don’t trust my understanding. I loved the performances. I loved the slight build of tension when you put three people on a boat together with no where to escape. And I loved the suspicion that underlies every action and phrase. I was most impressed by the way Polanski increases the tension without the aid of eerie music or, even, behavior. The characters almost seem at ease with each other on the surface, but we feel their distrust in the silences between what they say. Each light of a match or play of a card feels sinister. And yet nothing very “sinister” ever happens. Sure, an affair isn’t ideal, but nothing nefarious ever takes place besides the potential betrayal of trust that no one has for each other in the first place.

To me, Knife in the Water seemed like a very accessible, straightforward film without any hidden Freudian undertones, and that’s where I’m getting hung up. There must be something more that I’m missing because this is Polanski and Polanski operates just under the surface. So I’ll get back to this one.

May 16th: Smiles of a Summer Night

Here’s another film that seems uncharacteristic of the director. But apparently, Bergman was going through some personal hard times and his producer told him that if this movie didn’t succeed financially he wouldn’t finance any more of the director’s films. As a result, Smiles of a Summer Night is far more accessible than any other Bergman I’ve seen, and while I love anything and everything this man has come up with, the humor of this movie was totally welcome.

The relationships are as complicated as a Shakespearian comedy and character development isn’t lost in all the twists and turns. Everyone is fairly likable and no one has deep-seated issues with God. The men are, of course, somewhat inefficient and impotent – not that they realize it – and the women must plot around male egos to get what they want. I have to go back to dog walking now, so just read Pauline Kael’s review for the Criterion disc.

What is that? What is that? A smile?? Bergman...what?

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Foreign May: Day 13 and 14

May 13th: Last Year at Marienbad

Not impressed. Resnais’s Hiroshima Mon Amour seemed heartfelt and romantic. Marienbad was pretentious and the kind of movie that tries to make you feel stupid if you don’t like it. Were I feel a film critic in 1961, I might try to pretend to understand and like a movie like this because it’s obtuse and foreign. Now, watching Marienbad is like watching a SNL parody. It’s the cliche of what foreign film. It’s why the general public thinks they hate all foreign movies. Yes, it looks amazing. The harsh shadows and costuming are perfect for the setting. The statuesque movements of the players are intriguing and all, but its meaning is lost in all the bullshit.

May 14th: M. Hulot’s Holiday

Now here’s what I like to see. Mr. Bean in France. The original Mr. Bean. Monsieur Bean original. I still like Mon Oncle a little more: it’s a little more polished and even more charming. No one films children quite like Tati. His portrayal of them is always very honest and natural, just letting them be themselves on camera. It makes even me like kids.


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Etsy Has Everything

In honor of my latest top five list, here are some great handmade crafts you can buy:

Fight Club soap! And it's vegan, in case you were worried about it being made of human fat.

"The Glass Slipper of our Generation" condom holder! Hurray for condoms!

These Rushmore coasters are incredible.

Tom Cruise cross stitch? I've died and gone to obsession heaven.

No explanation required.

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My Life in Film: Part 3

These are the actual pants I owned. And wore.

Ah, the teenage years. I owned a t-shirt that read “I am the Evil Twin,” wore pants with multiple zippers that zipped open nothing, and searched for ghosts in newly built homes. Why there would be ghosts in homes that don’t have pasts yet, I don’t know. Perhaps they were built on Indian burial grounds. Or perhaps I just hadn’t seen enough horror films yet.

When I’m really really embarrassed about things, I usually tell everyone so they are sure to know that I know I’m an idiot. So here we go. Most of my film choices in these years were characteristically moody and over dramatic, and yet I somehow managed to keep my favorites fairly respectable.

It’s kind of easy keeping track of my favorites from this time period, because I bought all the soundtracks through BMG.

Adolescence (12-18)

Mission: Impossible

Look at that forearm!

This movie changed my life. No, you don’t understand. This movie changed my life. Suddenly there were things called “boys” and they could look like Tom Cruise!  God, I loved that 40-year-old man. I knew everything about him. Like, how he was a wrestler in high school but suffered a knee injury, which kids he had with which wife, and his entire filmography. Mission: Impossible was my favorite, but Rain Man, Legend, A Few Good Men, Jerry Maguire, Far and a Fucking Way!!!, could all be included. Any movie Tom Cruise was in was my favorite, really. I had fantasies I made up while doing my paper route, in which Tom and I met, fell in love, and went out for milkshakes.

For my 12th birthday my mom got a lady in my ward to get me one of those cardboard cutouts of Jerry Maguire on his cell phone they had in Blockbusters. We had seen the movie edited on BYU campus (back when they used to edit all the R-rated romantic comedies for the Mormons) and I screamed and screamed over that cutout. I loved nothing more. Until….my dad edited my own VHS copy of Jerry Maguire!!!! Holy shit. I’m getting excited and teary-eyed just thinking about it. Encouraging a 12-year-old in her old man celebrity crush? My parents were awesome.

Oh, and go watch 1996’s Mission: Impossible again. It’s Brian de Palma and it’s actually very good.

The X-Files: Fight the Future

If there was one thing I loved more than Tom Cruise, it was The X-Files. In fact, the television show kind of took over my obsessive energy as I started getting a little fed up with Tom (he made a bunch of R-rated stuff that’s his best now, but I had no interest in seeing then. Plus he grew his hair out long and greasy. Ew.). If you’ve read this blog at all, you’re familiar with my unhealthy love of Mulder, Scully, and The Gang, so I won’t rehash all those great memories. But you should know that I was first in line for this film, opening day, wearing my “I Want to Believe” t-shirt. And I was not disappointed.

Yes! Yes! Yes!...

Oh, Goddammit!

10 Thing I Hate About You

Heath Ledger's best performance.

At the time I thought Kat Stratford was a representation of me on film. Long wavy blond hair, bad attitude, frequently-mistaken-for-a-lesbian. Looking back, I’m thinking I probably admired her enough that I was actually a representation of her in real life. But that’s ok. This movie still helped define who I turned out to be, and helped me blame my lack of popularity on the fact that most people were just scared of me.


I know. You’re looking at my previous favorites and thinking “Rushmore? When did this happen?” But it’s a very simple explanation: Luke Wilson starred in my favorite episode of The X-files, so I had to see everything he made. In the process, I stumbled across this little movie when it premiered on Comedy Central. And I loved it. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. It seems far too sophisticated for a child like me, but I did love it.

So I recorded it. But my little shit of a sister (sorry Jessica) didn’t know I was recording it, and changed the channel to Boy Meets World in the middle of the first act. Which means, I totally missed Max’s club montage. I was furious at first, but, in the end, it was kind of a blessing in disguise. By the time I actually saw the R-rated version of the movie, I was almost sick of Rushmore. Then I saw that montage and was hooked again.

Fight Club

I cannot believe I had to image search for pictures from Fight Club. I used to have hundreds of them saved on my computer.

And here we enter a new phase of my life: the catch-up-on-all-the-R-rated-movies-I-missed phase. Out of my parents’ house, into a dorm room with my own TV and I was hooked. Once again I developed an interest bordering on obsession for a film called Fight Club. I had read the book many times previous to watching the movie, and though there were some differences, I thought they were for the better. I watched this movie almost every day for a month or so (alternating it with Girl, Interrupted and Moulin Rouge). I watched every commentary track on the special edition DVD. I decided to major in film.

Runners Up: Night at the Roxbury, Empire Records, The Sixth Sense, Girl Interrupted, Moulin Rouge

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