Physical Activity, Emotional Strain, Cellphone Technology, and Motherfucking Cloverfield
Let's make a short list of things Matthew loves: Scenes of people laying in grass; lifeless. Poorly executed military tactics. Emotional devastation with the loss of loves ones. Abandoned subway tunnels. Modelesque women looking like they have been through the third world war. Bleeding from facial orifices. The collapse of civilization. The Black Keys. Survival tactics. Destruction of iconic buildings and other man-made structures (never forget). Leviathans. Oh yeah...and let's not forget fucking monster movies!
Like Matt over at X-Entertainment, I really wanted to wait to see Cloverfield twice before I said really anything about it to anyone. And really, I can't think of a movie I have enjoyed more. This almost even put Jurassic Park to shame, which is quite a task in my book. It had absolutely everything that I hold dear in life, and executed it phenomenally.
And for those of you who have complained about lack of plot, character development, critical explanation....seriously, go fuck yourselves. It's that same lot that complained about The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker failing merely because it was cute, and made it so that my next romp through Hyrule had me being a god damned wolf with an earing that was somehow supposed to be "tough". Again, go fuck yourselves. You ruin the one thing that is nearest to the hearts of nerds like myself; extensive internet research.
For those of you who complained about the fact that the whole movie is based around an idiotic move to go back for that truly unrealistic flit of a girl named beth...or the nauseating camera movement, and stomach churningly loud sound effects....okay, yeah well at least those complaints are valid. But christ, we need some sort of cinematic kick in the teeth every now and then.
In other much less life-changing news, I helped my friend Robin move on Saturday. Seems pretty simple, right? Well, it wasn't...considering the fact IT WAS 3 FUCKING DEGREES OUT ON SATURDAY! And no, I am not exaggerating. 6 hours, in 3 degree temperature with wind chills nearing 20 below, moving fucking boxes and couches. Needless to say, Robin owes me big time. I don't know if I have ever been in so much pain, and even this morning when I got out of bed my knees made the sound of eggs hitting cement when I stood up.
The Woodson brothers were all about killing themselves physically this weekend. On the other side of the country my brother ran some ridiculous length in a marathon, in some equally ridiculous short amount of time. Honestly, I would have rather been freezing my ass of moving boxes than doing what he did.
My new cellphone/pda/wonder-machine/life should be arriving tomorrow. So goodbye Sidekick III. Goodbye pretending to be a 16 year old suburb girl / 18 year old Japanese mall-punk. And the saddest of all; Goodbye late night phone calls with Paris Hilton....I will miss our long chats about global economics and new sidekick accessories.
Everyone seems to be getting married, or I seem to keep forgetting that people I know are already married/engaged/pregnant/parents. I feel like a waste for the most part...at least when it comes to romantic interactions. I got yelled at so much in my last "real" relationship for being so emotionally dependent on the other person, that now I think I have turned that part of my brain off. I could go weeks without seeing or talking with another person...and be totally fine with it, no concerns, no lack of relationship-enthusiasm. And this fact makes me a total mutant in the world of 20-something dating...and probably for good reason. But fuck...who needs relationships when you have monster movies and google image searches for "paris hilton sidekick"? This paragraph was supposed to me meaningful and intimate....instead, it just turned into a piece of shit.
Lack of humanistic emotion quote of the day:
Robin: Did you hear that Heath Ledger died?
Me: Does he star in Cloverfield? No. Therefore, I don't care.
Like Matt over at X-Entertainment, I really wanted to wait to see Cloverfield twice before I said really anything about it to anyone. And really, I can't think of a movie I have enjoyed more. This almost even put Jurassic Park to shame, which is quite a task in my book. It had absolutely everything that I hold dear in life, and executed it phenomenally.
And for those of you who have complained about lack of plot, character development, critical explanation....seriously, go fuck yourselves. It's that same lot that complained about The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker failing merely because it was cute, and made it so that my next romp through Hyrule had me being a god damned wolf with an earing that was somehow supposed to be "tough". Again, go fuck yourselves. You ruin the one thing that is nearest to the hearts of nerds like myself; extensive internet research.
For those of you who complained about the fact that the whole movie is based around an idiotic move to go back for that truly unrealistic flit of a girl named beth...or the nauseating camera movement, and stomach churningly loud sound effects....okay, yeah well at least those complaints are valid. But christ, we need some sort of cinematic kick in the teeth every now and then.
In other much less life-changing news, I helped my friend Robin move on Saturday. Seems pretty simple, right? Well, it wasn't...considering the fact IT WAS 3 FUCKING DEGREES OUT ON SATURDAY! And no, I am not exaggerating. 6 hours, in 3 degree temperature with wind chills nearing 20 below, moving fucking boxes and couches. Needless to say, Robin owes me big time. I don't know if I have ever been in so much pain, and even this morning when I got out of bed my knees made the sound of eggs hitting cement when I stood up.
The Woodson brothers were all about killing themselves physically this weekend. On the other side of the country my brother ran some ridiculous length in a marathon, in some equally ridiculous short amount of time. Honestly, I would have rather been freezing my ass of moving boxes than doing what he did.
My new cellphone/pda/wonder-machine/life should be arriving tomorrow. So goodbye Sidekick III. Goodbye pretending to be a 16 year old suburb girl / 18 year old Japanese mall-punk. And the saddest of all; Goodbye late night phone calls with Paris Hilton....I will miss our long chats about global economics and new sidekick accessories.
Everyone seems to be getting married, or I seem to keep forgetting that people I know are already married/engaged/pregnant/parents. I feel like a waste for the most part...at least when it comes to romantic interactions. I got yelled at so much in my last "real" relationship for being so emotionally dependent on the other person, that now I think I have turned that part of my brain off. I could go weeks without seeing or talking with another person...and be totally fine with it, no concerns, no lack of relationship-enthusiasm. And this fact makes me a total mutant in the world of 20-something dating...and probably for good reason. But fuck...who needs relationships when you have monster movies and google image searches for "paris hilton sidekick"? This paragraph was supposed to me meaningful and intimate....instead, it just turned into a piece of shit.
Lack of humanistic emotion quote of the day:
Robin: Did you hear that Heath Ledger died?
Me: Does he star in Cloverfield? No. Therefore, I don't care.
posted by matthew at 9:50 PM
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Lack of humanistic emotion quote of (yester)day:
Friend: Did you hear that Heath Ledger died?
Me: Oh well, I doubt the Joker will be in the third Batman movie. Too bad about that 10 Things I Hate About You sequel.
I was accused of being engaged over the weekend - the drama that comes along with THAT is enough to ward of marriage for at least 10 years.
I concur about Cloverfield. I didn't expect to like it as much as I did. People were booing it at the end...probably because it didn't wrap everything up in a well-explained, pretty bow for everyone. Ah well. Great flick.
Glad you like Windwaker, too. It's perhaps the best of the Zeldas.
if heath ledger's death was some sort of marketing ploy for the dark knight, and he came back to life as an insane, real-to-life joker, i'd salute the mighty darned most dedicated actor/comic book fan in all of history.
h, if you're reading this from your grave, know that we will still remember you in the times to come.
heath ledger died the same day the boy who had a crush on me all through HS died from a stroke stemming from his double-leukemia.
group of friends in a lecture class: hey marcy did you hear heath ledger died?
me (straight faced): my friend's blood clotted to the point where his brain turned into a vegetable and his parents had the pull the plug on their only son. but yeah, i heard. dipshit died from drugs. fuck him.
needless to say i sat in the corner for the whole class and half of those people are really scared of me now. i am a terrible person sometimes.
wow, out of that entire blog, almost everyone commented about heath ledger. amazing...
I'd rather help someone move in Arctic weather than help someone remodel a kitchen for 2 weeks. At least it's all in good company.
P.S. I felt it necessary to post a ridiculous and pointless comment.
"This paragraph was supposed to (be) meaningful and intimate....instead, it just turned into a piece of shit."
Do you ever write something and then see there on the paper/screen the root of what is wrong with you?
Just curious.
heavy soul darling.just my color, just my kind.
Every time someone tells me Heath Ledger died, the only thing I respond with is "...well, that's what happens when you fuck with batman"
This has brought mixed reactions from hysterical laughter, to absolute horror that I would "make light of something as serious as death"
Needless to say, I am still unfaltering in my execution.
Hah, you think that's cold? (And I mean the weather, not the Heath Ledger comment.) Where I come from its usually -40 C in the winter, and its been -50 or -60 with the wind chill! Effing northern Canada.
I'm not a fan of the shakey camera technique, but otherwise I want to see Cloverfield quite badly.
i had to leave cloverfield 40 minutes in. i am a fucking pussy. i loved what i saw, but i got really sick. i thought i was going to vomit. that didn't happen at blair witch, so i don't know what was up with me. anyway. enjoy that weather. -j.
i feel the same way about everyone being attached bullshit. i cant even imagine spending time with just one person, it seems too awkward, and ive given it up. nonetheless, (i like how awkward it is as one word) i wear a wedding ring. Id like to think it makes the lighthearted about love, make sure theyre right before they try.
The fact that people didn't like cloverfield for the camera angles and the point of view in stuff just makes them stuck up. unless they got sick or something. i think it makes them totally stuck up for abusing something because it took more of an edgy, creative and beautifully artistic view on something. Cloverfield is something different. For once. and people should accept that.
He produced it like it wasn't even a movie. No happy ending. No fancy camera views etc. He made it real(without all the..you know..monster thing..) But i think that's pretty kickass. He put the viewer in the movie and said to hell with happy endings and cliche scenes and stupid slapstik comedy.
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I hate the cold. You're a brave man.
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