6 posts tagged “movies”
I'm actually really excited about The Pineapple Express. It might be the first time I see uber-dreamy beefcake James Franco in a non-weepy role. I actually quite like him as a dealer.
but know it's totally awful. I could tell from the preview when I was forced to sit through Alvin and the Chipmunks (blame my brothers). Really. I use to love watching this cartoon late at night on Cartoon Network when my mom would go out dancing on Saturday nights and this old lady use to watch me (her definition of watching was sleep while I watched TV).
Soooo I took what I thought was a nap and ended up sleeping six hours and waking up at 1 AM totally terrified from a nightmare where Matt Damon and Ben Affleck were chasing me around Europe and ended up shooting me execution-style at a whorehouse in the Ukraine.
But anyhoo, I turned on the TV and The Terminator was on TCM. News to me, Arnold is a villain in the Terminator series.
Sigh.
I digress. I was hooked because I had just tuned in to the part where Sarah Connor thought she was the next target on a serial killer's hit list (seriously, movies about killers are the ones that grab me right away. LMN totally damned me by poking me in the funnies and making a two-part movie on the Green River Killer--bored the pants off me, anyone agree?).
Sarah Connor could've totally avoid being killed if she just didn't get pregnant. A hunch, you know?
Serial killers and psychopaths being at the heart of my agoraphobia, Austrian cyborgs are yet another thing added to the list of things that trigger it.
I'm now only interested in the series because Christian Bale will be playing John Connor in T4. I have a bad feeling about that movie overall. However, Christian Bale partly nude and shirtless in most scenes I don't have a bad feeling about.
I can't get over it. It seems like the only people I have intelligent book talk is with teachers and people who are 20 years older than me. The student teacher in my government class applauded me for having my copy of The Catcher In the Rye.
At first he thought i was another one of those kids who had no choice but to read it for english lit. Until he recommended The Bell Jar and was astounded at that I knew Sylvia Plath wrote it. And that she killed herself. Moreover for the fact that I had already read Catcher and was rereading it--for fun.
(He says it's the female version of Catcher and i had read a few pages of it when we choose books. It was interesting but I opted for Alice Sebold's, Lovely Bones)
I also have to go back to the first day of school when my mom nearly lost control of her stool when the counselor and I were having book talk. She's not much of a reader. In fact, it's my penchant for books that bugs the good crap out of her. Because, "No one wants to marry book smarts. Men want kitchen, vacuum and making baby smarts." I, of course, say that I don't really care if I do or don't marry and that if, in fact, were to marry, it'd be to a bookworm like myself (royalty will do).
She actually is quite preocupied with that my face is buried in a new one each two weeks. Not that i don't watch television (i'm reeeeeeeeeeeeallly excited for Project Runway 4 like you have no idea).
I've been doing it for as long as I can remember. In the ye olde days of being a mute foreigner in preschool, I slowly but surely began to catch on to read. It wasn't long until I could read 10-pagers without difficulty. I astounded my kindergarden teacher because I needed close to no help. The math department was a different story, however (i'd guess on adding problems until I got them right).
My reading skills got better and better as I went up grades and in first grade, I could read at a somewhat of a fast pace. My mom, however, thought there was something wrong. I was excelling in reading but could hardly count.
Some teachers (weirdly enough) didn't appreciate it as much. Being a bookworm goes waaaaaay back and you could ask that same grade school and they'll tell you that as soon as free time or stations was declared, I made a beeline for the bookshelf.
My reading habit waned a bit in the seventh to ninth grade years but I picked up quite quickly when I got to go to AP English classes. I had an intense disliking to never being able to pass those classes. I've never been too analytical, I go for books mostly because of stories not because of rhetoric or aphorisms or parallel syntax or whatever crap it was they taught me that didn't register in English 3. The reading material was actually quite good. Sophomore year they assigned Dante's, Inferno.
I've been really slagging because i've had to read a bunch of class assigned material. I've read The Kite Runner, (I hear there's a movie?).
I read a good deal of Lewis Carroll and Sandra Cisneros over the summer but any recommendations would be awful nice. Really.
On a different note, I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night with my 10-year-old brother D. D has asthma and I like to think that I know when something's seriously funny when he starts wheezing between laughs.
It didn't take long as he started wheezing in the opening scene where we see Arthur "riding" a horse, with Patsy behind him, knocking two coconut halves together.
We kept going back more than five times to watch the French taunting scene. It really kills him when the French guard tells the knights no thank you, they've already got a Holy Grail. Then he turns to the other guards and says, "I told him we already have one!!" and they start laughing.
Then, of course, he goes on to call Arthur names from above--"I blow my nose at you, you son of a silly person! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
Me and D nearly died laughing. There were too many scenes we watched over and over, including the holy hand grenade, Lancelot's rescue (he practically pees himself when Lancelot tries to break into song and his dad cuts him off and goes, "No! No singing while i'm here!"), the killer rabbit, the knights who say "Ni!", the witch scene and when Arthur sword fights the black knight and cuts his limbs off.
