Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Saturday, February 13, 2010

when will you learn i'm always right?

Percy Jackson & the Olympians--funny but semi-unintentionally so. All I have to say is a) there goes the whole Athena Virgin Goddess thing b) The gods are related rather closely, therefore hooking up with other demigods is soooo backwoods.

And the random PJ&tO conclusion I drew: My disability is my sight. Is it possible that I can't see because my eyes are built to see Time & the Turning of the Universe? yeah. I thought so too.

Justified: the weird mother of Claire on "Kidnapped" puts whiskey in her tea. So all I have to say to my junior year screenwriting class: Suck It. Disgusting but people do drink it that way. Suck It.

Shout out to the guy at the comics store who called me Barbara Gordon (as in "Who asked for it? Barbara Gordon over there") props to you sir, for realizing my affinity with Silver Age BG. Boo to the other guys who I had Words With over my Hank Pym love. So I love effed up characters. So what? Let me love who I love. If it's Wanda/Scarlet Witch, Ant Man, Mr. Frost, Wiccan, whoever, so be it. Off my back Steve-Rogers-wannabes.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

today is brought to you by Paranoia

not known for my great cinematic choices, I watched "The Trial of Billy Jack" back to back with a documentary on Waco ("Waco: Rules of Engagement"). Now I am even more convinced of the corruption of those in power and am five seconds from calling all my friends to march on Washington. Or move to a compound and become a crazy-hippie-hermit (but let's be honest, both of these movies show how that would end...)
Is there a way to be peaceable in the modern world? A way for abuses of power to not exist? For people to stop them? (Keep in mind all of this is coming from me, a believer in nonviolence who loves comics... and hales from Welsh ancestors whose national anthem says its the land of warriors & poets...)
Fairly depressed and yet fired up to change the world. And make some black-eyed-peas for NYE.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

cinematic thoughts

what is it about the human mind that we can experience something but only remember the tiniest part of it? I find this with movies in particular--especially ones I watched as a kid.
  • I spent years disliking Sabrina because she tries to kill herself (sort of half-heartedly) at the beginning and that freaked me out when i was 8.
  • I still won't watch Meet Me In St. Louis (I've seen it once before) because the leaf burning is scary (we don't do that down south) and that dude who allegedly killed his wife "with a red hot poker."
So I, who adore Apocalypse Now, can't watch Gaslight or Marnie. Yes, I am wimp. I admit it.