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it's all gushy: a post of pimping.
Is it just me, or is How I Met Your Mother suddenly back in major gear this season? It seems like they realized they were floundering aimlessly and decided to get their shit together again. Sort of like the way LOST recovered from Bai Ling et al in its last couple of seasons. I am hopeful! And wondering if they have an end-date set. Is that why they're suddenly so much better at telling stories that don't suck?
And is everyone watching the brilliant Raising Hope? Two episodes in and it's already among my top five shows to watch this season. Oh, and bonus: my longstanding crush on Martha Plimpton is finally getting out for some exercise! Which is great, because I just saw her a couple of weeks ago in an AWFUL, AWFUL movie at the Toronto film festival, so the crush was in danger of being torpedoed by association. Anyway, the show is awesome; I never stop laughing.
(I wish the baby had gotten to keep the name Princess Beyonce, though!)
Which brings me to: I went to the film festival for my birthday and it was pretty damn cool!
We seriously lucked out and got all but one of our first choices during ticket selection. So I got to see (in nerdy chronological order) SUPER, Trust, Los Ojos de Julia, The Illusionist, Small Town Murder Songs (unfortunately; this is the aforementioned GODAWFUL movie), Tamara Drewe, Never Let Me Go, 127 Hours, Let Me In, Black Swan and The Debt. I'd like to eventually write about all of these, but for now I'll just say that getting to see David Schwimmer's Trust and Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan at the festival, surrounded by receptive people, was the best birthday gift I can imagine.
Confession: I was crying before Trust even started. Schwimmer came out and introduced it, and just hearing him talk about why he made the movie... wow. That David Schwimmer sure is some fella. I'm getting a lump in my throat just thinking about it again. And then the movie started. I flat-out bawled five or six times. The guy next to me kept taking these incredibly deep breaths and then letting them out really really slowly.
It is a difficult movie to watch, and potentially very triggery, so be warned. But it is also beautiful, and Clive Owen will just rip your heart in half. And it makes some amazing points about rape and rape culture just through some very quiet, let-it-speak-for-itself juxtaposition and imagery. I say it's amazing because usually movies are quite busy making the opposite point, quite vocally, in fact.
Seriously, I want to marry David Schwimmer now.
As for Black Swan, it essentially transformed me. I am not the person I was before I saw that movie. I have a rocky history with Aronofsky (omg, I hate Requiem for a Dream with such a passion), so I was worried, but it was one of those experiences of an exceptional movie seen at exactly the right time in your life. I'm still getting chills. I won't attempt to explain the movie, though, beyond saying it was the best dance/horror/coming-of-age/monster/LGBT/suspense/play-within-a-play/drama I've ever seen ;)
Oh, also, Eli Roth was totes stalking me. I almost mowed him over twice while leaving theatres because he was hanging around outside the exit on a collision course with me. And there was much quiet squeeing while walking away.
And is everyone watching the brilliant Raising Hope? Two episodes in and it's already among my top five shows to watch this season. Oh, and bonus: my longstanding crush on Martha Plimpton is finally getting out for some exercise! Which is great, because I just saw her a couple of weeks ago in an AWFUL, AWFUL movie at the Toronto film festival, so the crush was in danger of being torpedoed by association. Anyway, the show is awesome; I never stop laughing.
(I wish the baby had gotten to keep the name Princess Beyonce, though!)
Which brings me to: I went to the film festival for my birthday and it was pretty damn cool!
We seriously lucked out and got all but one of our first choices during ticket selection. So I got to see (in nerdy chronological order) SUPER, Trust, Los Ojos de Julia, The Illusionist, Small Town Murder Songs (unfortunately; this is the aforementioned GODAWFUL movie), Tamara Drewe, Never Let Me Go, 127 Hours, Let Me In, Black Swan and The Debt. I'd like to eventually write about all of these, but for now I'll just say that getting to see David Schwimmer's Trust and Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan at the festival, surrounded by receptive people, was the best birthday gift I can imagine.
Confession: I was crying before Trust even started. Schwimmer came out and introduced it, and just hearing him talk about why he made the movie... wow. That David Schwimmer sure is some fella. I'm getting a lump in my throat just thinking about it again. And then the movie started. I flat-out bawled five or six times. The guy next to me kept taking these incredibly deep breaths and then letting them out really really slowly.
It is a difficult movie to watch, and potentially very triggery, so be warned. But it is also beautiful, and Clive Owen will just rip your heart in half. And it makes some amazing points about rape and rape culture just through some very quiet, let-it-speak-for-itself juxtaposition and imagery. I say it's amazing because usually movies are quite busy making the opposite point, quite vocally, in fact.
Seriously, I want to marry David Schwimmer now.
As for Black Swan, it essentially transformed me. I am not the person I was before I saw that movie. I have a rocky history with Aronofsky (omg, I hate Requiem for a Dream with such a passion), so I was worried, but it was one of those experiences of an exceptional movie seen at exactly the right time in your life. I'm still getting chills. I won't attempt to explain the movie, though, beyond saying it was the best dance/horror/coming-of-age/monster/LGBT/suspense/play-within-a-play/drama I've ever seen ;)
Oh, also, Eli Roth was totes stalking me. I almost mowed him over twice while leaving theatres because he was hanging around outside the exit on a collision course with me. And there was much quiet squeeing while walking away.