Thursday, July 30, 2009

I No Longer Have Problems With Entertainment Weekly

Entertainment Weekly is back on my good side! The website has an article about comedians in serious roles. I think the article is supposed to be about their first role being serious, and I haven't seen about 90% of these movies. I need to get on it, because one of my favorite things is comedians in serious roles! Here are some of my favorites:

-Steve Martin in Shopgirl. So creepy!
-Bill Murray in Lost in Translation. I totally would have made out with him!
-Jim Carrey in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I loved this movie in high school but I haven't seen it since.
-Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love. All of my favorite things in one movie: lonely people, phone sex, people with anger issues, and a Jon Brion soundtrack.

And I leave you with a question. Who would you rather make out with...
Young Bill Murray...

or Old Bill Murray?

This is also known as The Impossible Choice. I could never choose, and I can't imagine a scenario in which I would have to (unless I end up in my Fantasy World, also known as Time Travel Celebrity Make Out Land).

The Bagheads (that's what it was called, right?)

Since I'm one of those Women Who Love Horror Films, I finally (at Alex's urging) watched Baghead last weekend. I know he already posted this trailer at least once, but here it is again. Watch it! Really!

Except don't watch it if you're going to a cabin in the middle of the woods in Kentucky that weekend. I really can't believe Alex allowed me to watch it on Friday night, knowing full well that we were leaving Saturday on our trip. I spent the whole weekend worrying about Bagheads. And Alex (of course) tried to scare me but I was on the lookout the whole weekend so it didn't work. I had to watch for Bagheads, you know?
Another reason to watch this movie is that it stars Jon Lovitz Baby a.k.a. one of the main actors. He's the one who looks like Jon Lovitz as a baby.

I Have Some Problems With Entertainment Weekly

Alex and I have long had a love/hate relationship with Entertainment Weekly. Mostly we feel this ambivalence about head film writer Owen Gleiberman, a.k.a. The Gleibs. He is merciless. He hates everything we love (comedy, horror) and usually only gives As to children's films (except for that time he hated Beverly Hills Chihuahua because it needed "more interesting chihuahuas."). But we still care what he thinks. In that way, he's a lot like an abusive boyfriend. We just keep coming back to him.
But Entertainment Weekly really cheesed me off the last couple of weeks. First, they had an article about how there were so many female directors. Seriously. That was the whole article. Women be directin'! But then, oh then, they dared to publish an article called "Horror Films...(the title is okay so far, in case you were wondering)...and the Women who Love Them!" The article was about, you guessed it, how women like horror films, and how this is so shocking, and what we never expected this it's all so confusing I thought they liked Sex and the City whaaaat? I can't type any verbatim quotes from the article because I already barfed all over it, but I can tell you about it. Here were the people they chose to interview for this really well researched article:
1. Diablo Cody, because she wrote a Megan Fox movie that, honestly, looks a little more action-y than horror-y to me.
2. Vera Farmiga, because she's in the Orphan (ugh) and I guess that qualifies her?
3. Sam Raimi. I love Sam Raimi as much as the next girl (I mean, way more than the next girl), but why did they interview him for this? Because he cast a female lead in his last film? I don't know.

So Diablo Cody did her usual thing (talked about herself whenever she was asked a question), Vera Farmiga gave some psychobabble bullshit answer ("Women are just more visceral and they like the excitement of being scared") and Sam Raimi was like, "Sorry, I'm too busy for this, I have to go direct another good movie."
Here were Entertainment Weekly's two reasons why women go see horror films:
1. There are often female leads, and women like to see other women beat the odds and be the last one standing. And...
2. Because they like to cuddle! With their boyfriends!

No, Entertainment Weekly. Just no. Here's an idea. Stop treating women like they're some sort of alien species. Why are you so surprised that women like horror films? What SHOULD we like? Matthew McCounaghey (whatever) movies only come out so often, okay? Maybe, and I'm sure this is shocking, women like horror films for the same reasons men do. Maybe it's just because they're fun, and because people in general enjoy getting a little rush of adrenaline when they are actually in a completely safe environment. You can try to reason it away with Psych 101 level bullshit all you want, but I like watching scary movies because I LIKE THEM. And as far as the whole cuddling thing goes, H. won't watch scary movies with me so I watch them with Alex (and sometimes Chase). Not a lot of cuddling goes on.
I will continue hating Entertainment Weekly until tomorrow when we get a new issue. I love Entertainment Weekly!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

You like what you like.

Papa Winfrey always says, "You like what you like." Papa Winfrey says a lot of things, not all of them appropriate for the blog. But he's right, you know? You can't control what you like. I mean, I can't control that I've always liked Wham!, or that when I was a kid I totally had a huge crush on George Michael. And I can't control that when I got older, I bought both his solo album Faith and the Wham! album Make it Big from my Driver's Ed teacher (I also bought Prince's Purple Rain. It was 3 for 1 dollar, and I still feel like I made the right decisions). This song is a personal favorite of ours. Yeah, that's right, Alex likes it too:

Of course, Alex found out about this song not through an irrational love of Wham!, but the way normal people do: through comedy videos. We love Jon Glaser.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Jesting Infinitely (Or at Least Until September)

Because I like taking on gigantic projects and then giving up on them before I've even properly begun, I decided to do Infinite Summer. Even though I almost never buy books, I hied myself to a Barnes and Noble and bought the only copy of Infinite Jest, the same one that sat there for years, neglected, just getting sadder and more tattered looking as people picked it up and then, realizing its heft, put it back. To be fair, I only bought it because someone stole our library's copy (can we talk about this for a minute? Who the hell is stealing all the movies and books Alex and I want? How hard is it to return this stuff?). I fully expected to give up after reading the first sentence, but instead I've held on, mostly on pace, for about a month. Okay, so I'm always 40 pages behind, and this weekend I had a marathon session to catch myself up. But basically I'm on track. It's weird.
So, if you don't know, Infinite Jest is a weird book. A lot of people (what am I talking about? I mean Chase) have asked me what it's about. It's hard to explain. Mostly it's about a tennis academy, but also it's about an addiction treatment facility. Apparently DFW used to play tennis, which I guess explains the exhaustively thorough descriptions of gameplay. It's a difficult book to read, for sure. For me, anyway. I've always had a lot of trouble with reading things that I'm not immediately attracted to (which was why I wasn't a very good English major) and the truth is that a lot of this book isn't easy to fall in love with. But parts of it are, and in the Dave Eggers-penned intro we all learn that this book will change our lives. We'll see. My life is pretty malleable to begin with, so it shouldn't take much. Expect updates as I continue.
Of note: A character brings about his own demise by placing his head in a microwave oven.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Heartbreak Kid

This weekend, Alex and I unintentionally had an Anti-Marriage Movie Marathon by watching The Heartbreak Kid and Hannah and Her Sisters. Wait, The Heartbreak Kid with Ben Stiller, you're asking yourself? NO. The original 1972 film starring the (always) superb Winfrey Family fave Charles Grodin.

We learned a lot of things from this movie. Like, don't marry someone until you've:
1. Had sex with them.
2. Gone to the beach with them.
3. Watched them eat egg salad.
4. Heard them sing.
Just make sure you know what you're getting into, I guess. Do yourself a favor and don't watch this movie if you're about to get married. Oof, seriously. This movie will make you feel so much discomfort, misery, and despair that you won't even know what to do with yourself. But I mean that in a good way. Add in some wonderful tunes, a young Cybil Shepard, and Charles Grodin's ability to pull off clashing patterns and you've got a winner.
So why the hell would anyone feel the need to remake this movie? We don't know. This movie needed no remaking, since it's already perfect the way it is. But maybe you watched it and thought, "Instead of going to Miami for their honeymoon and being surrounded by old people, why don't we take them somewhere a little more fancy and less sad? Like Mexico? And can we make everyone, like, five times hotter? And how about instead of making the audience feel depressed and confused, we try to make them laugh by making disgusting jokes?" NO, FARRELLY BROTHERS. YOU JUST RUINED THE MOVIE. Roeper and Some Guy agree:

If you, like us, enjoy Charles Grodin, movies from the 70s, and laughing and feeling sad at the same time, you should probably watch The Heartbreak Kid. And if you don't, then you probably shouldn't be reading this blog.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Harry Potter

I'm not a HUGE Harry Potter fan, but there is something magical about those films. You might say they cast a SPELL over me. I haven't read all of the books. Like the racist robots in Transformers 2, I don't do much readin' (of books about wizards), but I will gladly line up for the movies. The latest film has been out for a while, and you're probably thinking, "Alex, why haven't you seen it yet? Is something wrong?" Just shut up. I don't want to talk about it. The point of this post is that I am excited to see Harry Potter and the Unimportant Title. I found this glowing review on slashfilm.

"Hermione's tits is what did it for me ... the chick sitting next to me got so excited she started groping herself! that was some mean sh1t!"

And that's why I'm excited to see Harry Potter.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Chasefic

It's been said that there isn't enough Chase on the blog. Well, sorry, but he doesn't know this blog exists (except for the fact that we have our suspicions he's been reading and just won't admit it). But I'm not offering up any sort of Chase-created artwork. This falls more into the realm of "Chase-related." Awhile ago (shortly before the presidential election) I wrote a silly little Chase story to send to Alex. One caveat: it's just stupid Winfrey in-jokes, which is why I haven't posted this until now. You know how nerdy fanfic is? This is nerdier. It's Chasefic. Much of this is related to things Chase was doing at the time: learning how to use Photoshop, making pictures of Barack Obama holding a Blue Rocket Comic, clogging toilets...you get the picture. Also the ideas named in the first paragraph are all real ideas that Chase has had. Enjoy, I guess?

***

The idea came to him while he tried to unclog the toilet. He chuckled
for a moment as he thought about how all of his best ideas always
occurred in the bathroom; salty ketchup, watery toothpaste, even an
ice cream truck that would dispense frozen treats on the highway! That
was, after all, why he spent so much time there, on the toilet. It was
his Thinking Place. But this idea was different than all the rest.
This idea would work.
He hurriedly threw down the plunger, leaving poop water splashed
across the floor. Mom would clean it up. This idea was too good to put
off.
He loaded up Adobe Photoshop. The program was so confusing at first,
but he'd really grown to love it. On AOL, he Google searched for
pictures of Presidential Candidates Barack Obama and John McCain. Of
course, he had to sign on to his parents' account to do any image
searching--his father had enforced some tight parental controls. Why,
he'd even been unable to Google Image search "Kissing" and "Where do
Babies Come From" and "Funny Poop Pictures"! Not that he'd tried.
Once the suitable pictures were loaded into Photoshop, he set about
drawing a small orange Blue Rocket Comics image. Some might think it
odd that a 13 (going on 14) year old would be at the helm of a
sometimes successful comics business, but truth be told, he'd always
felt wise beyond his years. After several hours and a few breaks (Mom
finally finished dinner and Chuck came on), his pictures were
finished. There they were, the presidential candidates, each holding a
copy of a Blue Rocket Comic. If you didn't know, you'd almost believe
they were real! He sighed in satisfaction and adjusted himself in the
plush desk chair, which responded by releasing a whiff of old fart
smell.
These needed to be seen by everyone, he realized. More than just his
family. They didn't understand, anyway. He needed to put them on the
internet; but how?
He composed an email:
Hey Bromo,
How do I put pictures on the internet? Dad and I can't figure it out.
Ya Brudda
He forgot to check his email for two days, but when he did he found a
response from Alex that gave him detailed instructions for setting up
his own webpage. It was business time.
Just hours after setting up his webpage, the doorbell rang. "Somebody
get that!" he called, despite the fact that his chair was almost
directly beside the front door.
Mom rushed to the front door and led two men into the entryway.
"Someone's here to see you," she said.
Chase stood up after pausing Call of Duty 4. Then he saw the two men
he never expected to see in his home.
"Barack Obama and John McCain?" he asked.
"Hello Chase," John McCain said crustily. "We just had to see the
young man who created those wonderful pictures."
"I know you're surprised to see us here. Especially holding hands,"
Obama said, raising his left hand, which was indeed clasping McCain's
right, "but we were inspired to put aside our partisan differences and
unite to pay you a visit."
"This is awesome," Chase said. "Hey, did you know my dad doesn't
believe in global warming?"
"Me neither," said McCain craggily.
"Neither do I," said Obama. "I know I always talk about it, but it's
total bullshit."
"Dad was right!" Chase whispered.
"Listen," McCain said old-ily, "as a reward for creating a piece of
art that has inspired the nation, we want to give you an opportunity
that will change the course of history."
"It's up to you," Obama said, "to choose the next president. Obviously
the democratic process is flawed, so why not let a 13-going-on-14-year
old boy decide?"
"Geezle," said Chase as his eyes darted back and forth between the two
candidates. How would he ever decide?
***
On November 4th, a man stepped up to the podium to give his acceptance
speech. "I'd like to thank this great country, but most of all I'd
like to thank Chase Winfrey," said Bruce Springsteen. "Without him,
there's no way I'd be your president." Then, he launched into a a
saxophony rendition of Born to Run, and no one rocked out harder than
Chase.
FIN.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Restaurant Review: Melt

Last night, H. and I met up with College Friend L. and one of her friends at Melt in Lakewood. Have you ever been to Melt? Probably not, because you are Alex and I know for a fact you haven't been there. You know what Melt serves? Cheese, you guys. Grilled cheese sandwiches.
I read some reviews of Melt, and people complained about how long the wait was. Who cares, you know? If you don't want to wait to receive your food, then you should make your own grilled cheese sandwich at home and stay off of Yelp.com. That being said, my Melt experience was overwhelmingly positive. H. ordered me some sort of mystery Rogue beer from the bar. Here is my one sentence review of said beer: it was light and it got me tipsy. And honestly the wait is NBD, because as you wait you're treated to Melt's charming ambiance (light-up holiday decorations! Graphic-novel-ish mural-things!) and also baseball was on, which H. appreciated because as you may or may not know he is in a fantasy baseball league at his grown-up job.
We ate outside on the patio and our waiter was a wonderful hippie with a weird shirt. Some sort of 80's station was playing, and my favorite-ever Prince song (I Would Die 4 U) came on, so I took it as a good sign. And listen...the food. You can get basically anything you've ever dreamed of on a grilled cheese sandwich. Eggplant. Bratwurst. Chorizo. Crab cakes. And pierogies! My Summer Chicken Sandwich was covered in havarti, whatever that is (just kidding. It's cheese). College Friend L. ordered a sandwich with a fried egg on it. Is this not the stuff of dreams? Everything was great (I am so good at writing about food!) and the portion sizes were huge. I'm already looking forward to eating the rest of my sandwich, even though it's 8 in the morning and I'm watching Saved By the Bell: The College Years and the last thing I should be thinking about is garlic-herb mayonnaise.
The Talented Winfrey Family highly recommends Melt. Grade: A, for delicious cheeses, large selection of beers with names I didn't pay attention to, delightful decor, and fabulous company.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Ryan Adams

This is my favorite Ryan Adams song off the most recent album (and maybe out of the last few albums, too), and I love him and all, but I still can't believe Mandy Moore married him. Dude's crazy.

 
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