I happened to be in Seattle last weekend during their Hemp Festival. It was pretty busy, with a lot of youth adorning themselves with really tacky pot culture (GET IT?!). The one thing in stark contrast to similar festivals in Canada was no one dared smoked pot in public. In Canada, a large majority of the festival-goers smoke up in the open. I didn't smell any trace amounts of the would-be aromatic smoke wafting in the air as I darted in and out of the large crowd. Sad, that.
What I did see, however, was someone with bracelets on, being man-handled by an obvious undercover cop.
8.18.2009
8.14.2009
MY FAVOURITE SCENES
My favourite scene from Uncle Buck has to be when he accidentally drops one of the expensive-looking china dishes from the shelf in his brother's house. Cigar in one hand, his free hand explores the decorative wall of plates. After the plate hits the ground and comes out miraculously unscathed, Uncle Buck picks up the plate and examines it. One could only assume his logical train of thought is something along the lines of:
How could one test out this theory? Thankfully a grand piano is in arm's reach, and a quick collision of the two objects will put an end to his flawed theory. The plate shatters, and he looks at the pieces with bewilderment.
Genius.
If it doesn't break from a 6-foot fall, it must be indestructible!
How could one test out this theory? Thankfully a grand piano is in arm's reach, and a quick collision of the two objects will put an end to his flawed theory. The plate shatters, and he looks at the pieces with bewilderment.
Genius.
BROKEBACK LOSERS
Brokeback Mountain really bothered me when it received a lot of critical acclaim. It was being heralded as groundbreaking cinema, and the last new place the Western could venture into. It also featured two hot young male actors having sex on screen.
The only reason this was harpooned to the front of the nominations in the Academy Awards was because big Hollywood names were playing fags (gay is the new retarded). Brokeback Mountain was received like it was the best thing since sliced bread, which is how a lot of people view the gay community. I’m not saying this is a bad thing necessarily, but it does put the community on some sort of novelty pedestal. Everyone wanted to show how tolerant they were of fags by showing love and admiration for this mediocre movie. (I’m not racist! I have black friends!)
It was really heavy handed at times. I mean, the last scene in the film really bothered me. The audience, while weeping uncontrollably, is shown a forlorn Heath Ledger, sitting (or standing? I can’t remember) idly in his trailer home. The last shot is of a small closet adjacent to an open window, which reveals a cascading field. Beautiful touch. I mean, really, give me a fucking break. I really wish the Simpson’s had Ralph explain to the audience what this all symbolized. It’s similar to the last shot in The Departed: it was only fitting that Ralph from the Simpson’s was even able to figure out what the rat meant.
The only reason this was harpooned to the front of the nominations in the Academy Awards was because big Hollywood names were playing fags (gay is the new retarded). Brokeback Mountain was received like it was the best thing since sliced bread, which is how a lot of people view the gay community. I’m not saying this is a bad thing necessarily, but it does put the community on some sort of novelty pedestal. Everyone wanted to show how tolerant they were of fags by showing love and admiration for this mediocre movie. (I’m not racist! I have black friends!)
It was really heavy handed at times. I mean, the last scene in the film really bothered me. The audience, while weeping uncontrollably, is shown a forlorn Heath Ledger, sitting (or standing? I can’t remember) idly in his trailer home. The last shot is of a small closet adjacent to an open window, which reveals a cascading field. Beautiful touch. I mean, really, give me a fucking break. I really wish the Simpson’s had Ralph explain to the audience what this all symbolized. It’s similar to the last shot in The Departed: it was only fitting that Ralph from the Simpson’s was even able to figure out what the rat meant.
CAPE LOSER
I'd love to see a remake of Cape Fear, but with all the male roles played by females, and vice versa. Even if the remake was done shot-for-shot, I think the change would add such an interesting element. Imagine a female face that reads I'm-going-to-kill-you-and-your-family-because-I-fucking-can peering into your soul, all the while sitting idly on a concrete fence outside your home. Maybe it's because I'm not used to female serial killers (not the same as the femme fatales), but I think that'd be truly frightening.
There aren't many films that have a female in the vicious, heartless, ruthless killer role. (The ones that come immediately to mind are few and far between: The first Friday the 13th and Monster.) There are others that do exist, but they have the female killer play by a different set of rules. I mean, there's Jennifer's Body, but one could argue that a) it's the demon who's possessing her that's doing all the killing and b) she uses her sexy charm to lure her prey into striking distance, and not brute physical force. All the Boys love Mandy Lane is similar, in that the female lead lures the boys with her sexiness to be slaughtered, and it's her male friend who does all the ruthless killing.
In this slasher gender equality equation, women are falling short as the killers in these films. So let's have more maniac females cuttin' throats and taking names.
There aren't many films that have a female in the vicious, heartless, ruthless killer role. (The ones that come immediately to mind are few and far between: The first Friday the 13th and Monster.) There are others that do exist, but they have the female killer play by a different set of rules. I mean, there's Jennifer's Body, but one could argue that a) it's the demon who's possessing her that's doing all the killing and b) she uses her sexy charm to lure her prey into striking distance, and not brute physical force. All the Boys love Mandy Lane is similar, in that the female lead lures the boys with her sexiness to be slaughtered, and it's her male friend who does all the ruthless killing.
In this slasher gender equality equation, women are falling short as the killers in these films. So let's have more maniac females cuttin' throats and taking names.
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