Part 2: The Previews and My Opinions on Them.
Booo. Cheesy. "You don't scare me, John." I don't like this trailer. Channing Tatum + A chick named Savanna + "I miss you so much is hurts" + soldier thing = BOO. Not to mention, the whole "Don't I scare you thing?" is a little rip off Twilight. Just saying. I was kind of expecting him to be like I'M A VAMPIRE but then he was all I'M A SOLDIER and I was let down inside.
On the plus side I like the song in this trailer. It is called "Sets Fire to the Third Bar" by Snow Patrol ft. some chick named Martha. http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/701985809
So basically, the moment Robert Pattinson came on the screen, every girl in the theater gasped and squealed. But that doesn't matter because I am genuinely interested in this movie. I mean, the whole dangerous-misunderstood-poet-thing is way overdone but I like it. Just look at Mr. Darcy. He was the original misunderstood sexy hero love-interest. It never gets old for me. It could be a let down, but I have high hopes.
Okay, equally cheesy. I mean, Amanda Seyfried, pleease you can do so much better. Not to mention, uh, this trailer basically tells the entire story. There is no mystery. Also, predictable song with the Taylor Swift pick. I might end up seeing this just because I love cheesy crap like this, but I have no respect for it whatsoever. It's not even creative cheesy love crap!
This scared me shitless. It was a little shrooms with a lot of the beautiful, Salvador Dali looking visuals but in general it was cool. But the next door neighbor murderer is a CREEPERR. And I jumped a mile when I was watching the trailer and he finds the sister in the basement. Frankly I'm intrigued by this. My only critisism... Stop revealing everything in the trailers! These movies are like Britney Spears with her vagina hanging out. It loses the mystery and therefore the credibility.
Monday, November 23, 2009
"Have you ever had a secret you couldn't tell anyone?" -- Jacob Black
Oh, Jake, of course I have.
I am talking about my closet Twilight obsession. People really hate Twilight a lot of the time. I say, "Why hate?" I am big on loving things for what they are. And if Twilight is going to be an angsty testament to teenaged girls addiction to sexy guys that will never exist in reality, let alone both be in love with you at the same time, then so be it. I will revel in the completely improbable perfection of Jacob Black. (And yes, I am Team Jacob)
This is Part 1 of my own personal Twilight Saga, if you will. It is called Part Uno: The Anticipation.
For weeks and weeks, I was peeing myself over this movie. I absolutely love midnight shows. I have been to every midnight showing for Harry Potter, the midnight showings of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3, the midnight showing for Twilight, along with the midnight book openings for the Harry Potters and Twilights. Now, I was planning on adding New Moon to my list of midnight madness. There is something about being only alive on caffeine and giddy with excitment in the middle of the night that makes these things fun. Its that novelty of staying up late when you're little. It's the mischief and the break from your usual schedule that is so exciting.
So from these experiences, I had learned that buying your tickets the day before worked perfectly fine. Uh, not so true for Twilight.
I found it a little ridiculous that all eleven theaters were sold out a week before the movie was to open. Okay, a lot ridiculous considering the man told me that they had been sold out for two weeks and a half already. And I though to myself, "Two and a half weeks ago I was worried about my homework and field hockey and what clothes I would wear the next day! Not New Moon!"
I was instantly depressed to know all my friends would be seeing it in the excitement of the midnight show. And I would not.
A miracle then occurred. On the day of the midnight show, a friend of mine said that they had an extra ticket and in exchange for just ten dollars, it would be MINE. Naturally, I jumped up and down and screamed in triumph like the silly teenaged girl that I am.
I went to the midnight show of New Moon. I was interviewed for a segment of my towns local channel called Monthy Rewind in which I stood awkwardly in a Burger King crown that had pictures of Bella and Edward on it and talked about how excited I was and that yes it was rainy and yes I would still be sitting out here for the next two rainy hours. My friends and I had formed a circle of warmth with our foldable chairs and picnic blankets. We were playing Yahtzee and Catch Phrase and passing around a Seventeen Magazine that had morphed from the amount of water damage that had occured to it. We were eating cheese and crackers and speculating about just how insane Catherine Hardwicke was and whether she smoked crack while creating Twilight, which to us had been only mediocre in comparison to the books which we obsess over. Half of us senior, half of us juniors, we were all members of NHS and popular citizens of our school, regular attendees of football games and wearers of stylish trends and cute shoes.
And yet we were dorkily camped outside Regal Theater at 8:00 ready for a hell of a wait for this one stupid movie.
But oh, it was a blast.
By the time we were led in, we were shell-shocked, ready to keel over from lack of sleep, and feeling like we'd just survived a particularly nasty Civil War battle. They made us file in like we were in our school auditorium and I really got pissed about the poor management of the entire event. (But I will not go into that; that is a rant for another day my friends.) Some annoying chick named Marcella kicked my friend out because she was trying to save seats for her sisters. Our large group got over it, probably too lacking in energy to defend justice. We waited a half an hour extra than we had originally expected, considering the movie started at 12:30 and our tickets said 12:01. This woke us all up momentarily as we were roused by the frustration of having waited six friggen hours in the rain. We wanted the friggen movie to come on already.
Well, this was more the general feeling of those in my group. I, on the other hand, was curled into a ball having made the mistake of wearing peddle-pushers. My poor ankles were freezing and wet and I was shivering in the frigid air-conditioning of the movie theater. I was dozing just slightly, keeping one eye open to be sure the movie didn't start without me.
The lights suddenly went down. My ranting friends hushed and every head in the theater perked.
It was coming..
And then..... Previews.
I am talking about my closet Twilight obsession. People really hate Twilight a lot of the time. I say, "Why hate?" I am big on loving things for what they are. And if Twilight is going to be an angsty testament to teenaged girls addiction to sexy guys that will never exist in reality, let alone both be in love with you at the same time, then so be it. I will revel in the completely improbable perfection of Jacob Black. (And yes, I am Team Jacob)
This is Part 1 of my own personal Twilight Saga, if you will. It is called Part Uno: The Anticipation.
For weeks and weeks, I was peeing myself over this movie. I absolutely love midnight shows. I have been to every midnight showing for Harry Potter, the midnight showings of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3, the midnight showing for Twilight, along with the midnight book openings for the Harry Potters and Twilights. Now, I was planning on adding New Moon to my list of midnight madness. There is something about being only alive on caffeine and giddy with excitment in the middle of the night that makes these things fun. Its that novelty of staying up late when you're little. It's the mischief and the break from your usual schedule that is so exciting.
So from these experiences, I had learned that buying your tickets the day before worked perfectly fine. Uh, not so true for Twilight.
I found it a little ridiculous that all eleven theaters were sold out a week before the movie was to open. Okay, a lot ridiculous considering the man told me that they had been sold out for two weeks and a half already. And I though to myself, "Two and a half weeks ago I was worried about my homework and field hockey and what clothes I would wear the next day! Not New Moon!"
I was instantly depressed to know all my friends would be seeing it in the excitement of the midnight show. And I would not.
A miracle then occurred. On the day of the midnight show, a friend of mine said that they had an extra ticket and in exchange for just ten dollars, it would be MINE. Naturally, I jumped up and down and screamed in triumph like the silly teenaged girl that I am.
I went to the midnight show of New Moon. I was interviewed for a segment of my towns local channel called Monthy Rewind in which I stood awkwardly in a Burger King crown that had pictures of Bella and Edward on it and talked about how excited I was and that yes it was rainy and yes I would still be sitting out here for the next two rainy hours. My friends and I had formed a circle of warmth with our foldable chairs and picnic blankets. We were playing Yahtzee and Catch Phrase and passing around a Seventeen Magazine that had morphed from the amount of water damage that had occured to it. We were eating cheese and crackers and speculating about just how insane Catherine Hardwicke was and whether she smoked crack while creating Twilight, which to us had been only mediocre in comparison to the books which we obsess over. Half of us senior, half of us juniors, we were all members of NHS and popular citizens of our school, regular attendees of football games and wearers of stylish trends and cute shoes.
And yet we were dorkily camped outside Regal Theater at 8:00 ready for a hell of a wait for this one stupid movie.
But oh, it was a blast.
By the time we were led in, we were shell-shocked, ready to keel over from lack of sleep, and feeling like we'd just survived a particularly nasty Civil War battle. They made us file in like we were in our school auditorium and I really got pissed about the poor management of the entire event. (But I will not go into that; that is a rant for another day my friends.) Some annoying chick named Marcella kicked my friend out because she was trying to save seats for her sisters. Our large group got over it, probably too lacking in energy to defend justice. We waited a half an hour extra than we had originally expected, considering the movie started at 12:30 and our tickets said 12:01. This woke us all up momentarily as we were roused by the frustration of having waited six friggen hours in the rain. We wanted the friggen movie to come on already.
Well, this was more the general feeling of those in my group. I, on the other hand, was curled into a ball having made the mistake of wearing peddle-pushers. My poor ankles were freezing and wet and I was shivering in the frigid air-conditioning of the movie theater. I was dozing just slightly, keeping one eye open to be sure the movie didn't start without me.
The lights suddenly went down. My ranting friends hushed and every head in the theater perked.
It was coming..
And then..... Previews.
some eye candy for you.
mmmmm. love him.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
"I'm a single girl. I like to have a good time. I just sleep with the guys in the band all the time because it’s easier." -- Lady Gaga
Okay, so this is a picture from my polyvore account. Polyvore.com is super fun. But my point by posting this is to talk about how much I absolutely love Lady Gaga.
A lot of people do not agree so much with me. And to that I say, Poo on you.
Lady Gaga is very openly sexual and people are bound to resent that. I think its really freakin' cool how she wears no pants because I hate shopping for pants. Lady Gaga just said one day, I'm sure, "I don't need pants. Hah!" She also wears a little hair bow thing that I really like. If you have as good a body as her, then why not?
Sometimes her clothing is ridiculous.
Note:
Sometimes her clothes totally rock.
Note:
She is a little origami cupcake of "I don't give a fuck what you think".
And I like it!
Maybe I'll talk a little more about her later, but for now I'm expressing my positive opinions on her matter.
Oh yeah, one more thing. I can't help but wonder about this. When I think back to the fifties, people were freaking out about pop stars in short skirts right? Well, not freaking out, but it was generally scandalous. No one wore them until the sixties came along. So it always starts with the famous people, fashion, and then it filters down. I wonder: will we one day all be wearing no pants like Lady Gaga and the Pussycat Dolls? I hope not. My butt needs to be covered.
It might be cool actually. Lady Gaga dresses with thought. There's a serious lack of thought in what my peers consider "fashion" these days. Because frankly, when I see people wearing uggs and hollister every day of their lives, I kind of wanna scream. I'm not saying let's all dress like scandalous, sexual pop stars. I'm just saying dress to dress.
"There will never be a new world order until women are a part of it." ---Alice Paul
My family keeps hearing about blogs. They think its really great and all, you know, people saying stuff and other people reading it. I don't know. It feels like a bunch of hooey unless you're actually saying something interesting, you know? So I'll try to say interesting things. Mostly I want to be informative. I'm not really interested in your dumb lives (whoever is reading this, no offense) so I'm guessing you're not interested in mine.
But I do feel like not enough people know about cool things that are interesting. So maybe if I make this blog, people will be interested by what interests me.
So, my first business here will be feminism. This last week, I've been up to my ears in feminism. First of all, in AP US History II, my class has been on the Progressive Era, learning about reforms. One reform being the Women's Movement, which ended up succeeding by acquiring women the right to vote in 1920. Nineteenth Amendment, as we all know. (Or at least I hope we all know this) Secondly, in AP English, we had to read "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen, which is considered the first feminist play. And you may say, "But he's a man!" Well, yeah, that's what I said too. But apparently he likes women a whole lot more than regular old straight men.
Anyways, I ended up learning a lot of really interesting shit.
And Alice Paul is now my new idol. She was amazing. In fact, the essay I wrote on her for History was according to good ol' Mr. Halloway "the best essay you've ever written". But I only got a 90 because I forgot the goshdamn Works Cited page. Oh Well. Most of the information I got was from a book called "Sisters: The Lives of America's Suffragists" by Jean H. Baker. It was really interesting. I actually did a project last year on Elizabeth Cady Stanton too. I'm more of a fan of the radical ones, as anyone who knows anything about suffragettes would be able to see by now.
Alice Paul endured terrible conditions in jail thanks to that stupid guy they called President Wilson and was actually force fed in a torturous fashion by way of jamming a tube down her throat. She was Wilson's own personal pain in the ass, leading her fellow radical suffragettes in standing outside the White House and protesting for years, even during the war, which was what got her arrested. Oh, sorry, I meant she was arrested for "disrupting traffic". I mean, how much traffic could they really have back then anyways?
She's really an inspiration. She gets shit done. For something like sixty years, no progress was made for the women's movement in America since its conception in 1848. Then, Alice Paul and her radical chika friends come on the scene and suddenly everyone's paying attention.
On the subject of "A Doll's House":
I wasn't such a fan of the actual book. But the point it made was pretty pristine and clear, and I sort of liked the end. I happen to think that most plays shouldn't be just straight up read. I think they should be seen. There's something really annoying about reading the speaker's name over and over again. The main character was kind of bratty and self-absorbed, but in general, her end decision to leave her stupid husband was pretty cool.
Defining quote of the book:
{husband is questioning what is more important than her duty to her children and her husband}
"My duty to myself."
I liked this book a whole lot less until I was in Physics and the subject of "A Doll's House" came up. I was surrounded by boys. And they were all saying things along the lines of "She was a stupid bitch" and "She should have just stayed in the kitchen and made her husband a sandwhich." Yeah, not even kidding. So every girl in the room starts defending the heroine Nora and I suddenly felt a lot better about the book. Even though I know they were kidding (kind of) it makes me wonder how much things have really changed. Do men respect women because they have to and its politically and socially respectable to? I mean in a general sense. I know there will always be bad guys and good guys on either side of the spectrum. But you know, it makes you wonder.
Ah well, I'm pretty sure I won't be burning my bra anytime soon. But I just wanted to chalk it up to the people who took a stand when it wasn't cool to be a feminist.
But I do feel like not enough people know about cool things that are interesting. So maybe if I make this blog, people will be interested by what interests me.
So, my first business here will be feminism. This last week, I've been up to my ears in feminism. First of all, in AP US History II, my class has been on the Progressive Era, learning about reforms. One reform being the Women's Movement, which ended up succeeding by acquiring women the right to vote in 1920. Nineteenth Amendment, as we all know. (Or at least I hope we all know this) Secondly, in AP English, we had to read "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen, which is considered the first feminist play. And you may say, "But he's a man!" Well, yeah, that's what I said too. But apparently he likes women a whole lot more than regular old straight men.
Anyways, I ended up learning a lot of really interesting shit.
And Alice Paul is now my new idol. She was amazing. In fact, the essay I wrote on her for History was according to good ol' Mr. Halloway "the best essay you've ever written". But I only got a 90 because I forgot the goshdamn Works Cited page. Oh Well. Most of the information I got was from a book called "Sisters: The Lives of America's Suffragists" by Jean H. Baker. It was really interesting. I actually did a project last year on Elizabeth Cady Stanton too. I'm more of a fan of the radical ones, as anyone who knows anything about suffragettes would be able to see by now.
Alice Paul endured terrible conditions in jail thanks to that stupid guy they called President Wilson and was actually force fed in a torturous fashion by way of jamming a tube down her throat. She was Wilson's own personal pain in the ass, leading her fellow radical suffragettes in standing outside the White House and protesting for years, even during the war, which was what got her arrested. Oh, sorry, I meant she was arrested for "disrupting traffic". I mean, how much traffic could they really have back then anyways?
She's really an inspiration. She gets shit done. For something like sixty years, no progress was made for the women's movement in America since its conception in 1848. Then, Alice Paul and her radical chika friends come on the scene and suddenly everyone's paying attention.
On the subject of "A Doll's House":
I wasn't such a fan of the actual book. But the point it made was pretty pristine and clear, and I sort of liked the end. I happen to think that most plays shouldn't be just straight up read. I think they should be seen. There's something really annoying about reading the speaker's name over and over again. The main character was kind of bratty and self-absorbed, but in general, her end decision to leave her stupid husband was pretty cool.
Defining quote of the book:
{husband is questioning what is more important than her duty to her children and her husband}
"My duty to myself."
I liked this book a whole lot less until I was in Physics and the subject of "A Doll's House" came up. I was surrounded by boys. And they were all saying things along the lines of "She was a stupid bitch" and "She should have just stayed in the kitchen and made her husband a sandwhich." Yeah, not even kidding. So every girl in the room starts defending the heroine Nora and I suddenly felt a lot better about the book. Even though I know they were kidding (kind of) it makes me wonder how much things have really changed. Do men respect women because they have to and its politically and socially respectable to? I mean in a general sense. I know there will always be bad guys and good guys on either side of the spectrum. But you know, it makes you wonder.
Ah well, I'm pretty sure I won't be burning my bra anytime soon. But I just wanted to chalk it up to the people who took a stand when it wasn't cool to be a feminist.
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