It’s not just a movie FOR teenage girls. It’s a movie that turns everyone watching it INTO a teenage girl.
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A.O. Scott (who says, along with Michael Phillips SEE IT, instead of SKIP IT, or RENT IT) explaining why it’s not actually required to hate this.
Look, I’m not saying it’s “Citizen Kane.” And I am aware that my audience here is less than appreciative. But LSU just lost in spectactularly embarassing fashion; I am in a horrible mood, and I think the only thing that might cure it is seeing New Moon.* I promise to watch “8 1/2” afterwards, and “The Seven Samurai” and then ”The Godfather”—I and II—and then “The Third Man” four times to make up for it.
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Les Miles is such a breathtaking combination of brilliance and mind-numbing stupidity that I cannot even wrap my brain around it.
In honor of New Moon coming out today, I watched another vampire movie, ”Let the Right One In.” It is….not similar to Twilight. It was simultaneously gory, horrifying, scary, REALLY creepy, sad, and kind of sweet. So…well, maybe not so much unlike Twilight as I initially thought.
friendmaterial:
With no one to foist my opinions upon, I return shamefacedly to tumblr.
I’m pretty sure I have “left/given up/gotten lazy” about blogging about 6 or 7 times now. Don’t call it a comeback friendos.
We’re glad to have you back. Now all you have to do is get cable again, and you’ll be back to life, back to reality.
Megan, Hanna, Lauren, and Katie
Movie tickets: $18 (it’s a long story)
Candy/drinks/snack smuggled in purse: $5
Seeing the movie the night it opens before everyone blogs about it: Priceless, except for having to admit to it, which is probably about $9.50 in shame.
Thanks to my pal, Sarah, for sending me this. I cackled my way through it.
Is R. Kelly's "Bump 'n' Grind" the 1990s answer to Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On"?
They’re remarkably similar.
“I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump ‘n’ grind…”
“There’s nothing wrong with me loving you…”
Well, I'll tell you what this love ISN'T. Ordinary.
A friend of mine let me burn a bunch of their music library onto my ipo—I MEAN, I legally purchased several thousand songs off itunes, and came into possession of a Sade Greatest Hits album. Now, Sade is not my usual preferred style of music (though I did go through a Zero 7 phase a year or two ago), but I was in kind of a chill mood tonight, so when I took a shower, I hooked up my ipod to my stereo and listened to some Sade, man. I have never felt so much like I was in an episode of Sex and the City as I did during that shower. I felt like I should light up a cigarette, put on a hot pink bra under a see-through shirt and walk around in public in it as if it were appropriate, buy really expensive ugly shoes on a $700/week salary, cheat on my cute boyfriend from Northern Exposure with an NYPD detective, and sit in front of my laptop, smoking and drinking various New York themed coffees and beverages, while typing inane questions about relationships such as, “Can men and women ever really be friends?,” and somehow become a journalist of repute in a well-known big-city newspaper thereby. Oh, and then I felt like I should star in an unnecessary big ole movie about it, and wear a giant ostrich feather with my wedding dress. Thanks, Sade!
-Randall Gay (former LSU safety, btw, representin’ in NOLA. I’m allowed to talk that way, right? Should we be talking about this?)
Anyway, I completely agree with LSU genius, Randall Gay. LSU learned this to their chagrin two years ago (Arkansas and Kentucky, I’m looking at you) and Florida is learning this to some extent now (I am at the point in the season when I am begrudgingly pulling for Florida, though it goes against my very nature to do so. But I would rather the apocalypse come than Alabama win the National Title, so, I don’t have a lot of options.) When you are the best, you have a target on your back. You are every other team’s biggest game of their year. They get so amped and pull out all the stops to try and knock you off. So you are basically playing everyone else’s best game of the year, every game you play. And the further into the season, the more desperately everyone else needs a win. You have to beat everyone’s very best game in order to stay undefeated, so it gets dirtier and dirtier as the stakes get higher and higher. A win is a win, my babies. Put it in the books.
