Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Genius. Just genius.
The trailer is a bit ADHD at times but the minute the music played, I was instantly and inexplicably drawn. Didn’t know who was doing the soundtrack, looked it up --TRENT REZNOR. Mmhhmm, he’s definitely a true music soul mate. For life.
Monday, September 19, 2011
coffee and cigarettes
Anyone into indie films should check out Jim Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes. While it's not the most exciting film out there (plot lovers, beware), it does offer some interesting moments in how it captures the different ways people try (or fail) to communicate and connect with each other while having a cup of joe or a smoke. One does not need to love coffee or cigarettes to enjoy this movie, but having the ability to digest black-and-white pictures might be important. I'm only mentioning this because there are people out there that can't sit through a black and white movie, a disorder that I will never fully understand.
Since I haven't had any coffee today and I actually want to sleep early for once, I'll finish the rest of this entry with a few sleepy thoughts.
Somewhere in California:
Word math:
BLACK ≠ WHITE
Cigarettes = WHITE
Coffee = BLACK
Last cup of coffee: yesterday, at home
Last cigarette: 2008, San Francisco
Split at birth:
Tom Waits & Hell Boy
Iggy Pop & Anthony Kiedis
Great songs mentioning coffee:
Carly Simon - You're So Vain
Beastie Boys - Intergalactic
Frank Sinatra - The Coffee Song
Great songs mentioning cigarettes:
The Wreckers - Cigarettes
Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Emerson Hart - Cigarettes and Gasoline
Now, if only I could find where I stashed my old DVD copy...
Since I haven't had any coffee today and I actually want to sleep early for once, I'll finish the rest of this entry with a few sleepy thoughts.
Somewhere in California:
Word math:
BLACK ≠ WHITE
Cigarettes = WHITE
Coffee = BLACK
Last cup of coffee: yesterday, at home
Last cigarette: 2008, San Francisco
Split at birth:
Tom Waits & Hell Boy
Iggy Pop & Anthony Kiedis
Great songs mentioning coffee:
Carly Simon - You're So Vain
Beastie Boys - Intergalactic
Frank Sinatra - The Coffee Song
Great songs mentioning cigarettes:
The Wreckers - Cigarettes
Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Emerson Hart - Cigarettes and Gasoline
Now, if only I could find where I stashed my old DVD copy...
Sunday, December 5, 2010
A dino, a Russian mouse, a street rat, and a princess
Happy birthday, Mr. Disney. Your movies are awesome, but I have to say, the Don Bluth/Spielberg team that produced Littlefoot and that little Russian, immigrant mouse really knows how to tug at my heartstrings. No matter how many times I’ve seen Fievel Mousekewitz’s journey towards his search for his family or Littlefoot and his friends surviving their way to the Great Valley, I still get choked up every time.
Of course, seeing that it is Disney’s big day, I have to give it to the Disney peeps for knowing how to make any girl from age seven to eighty blush and giggle.
Love Jasmine ‘cause she didn’t believe all his smooth lines right away ; )
Of course, seeing that it is Disney’s big day, I have to give it to the Disney peeps for knowing how to make any girl from age seven to eighty blush and giggle.
Love Jasmine ‘cause she didn’t believe all his smooth lines right away ; )
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A Time to Kill
A Time to Kill...soooooo good. I remember having the biggest crush on Jake Brigance/Matthew McConaughey back in high school. Had a girly crush on Ashley Judd, too---how she managed to look beautiful with all that humidity is ridiculous.

McConaughey and Bullock
That movie takes me back to all those pages of legal briefs that I had to do during the early college years. What was funny was that I actually enjoyed doing them. Do I remember any of those cases today? Hardly.
I remember that it took me awhile to like my obnoxious, narcissist of a professor and yes, I did have something to prove. Don’t put a little 19-year-old kid on the spot just because she made the wrong choice of wearing a short skirt at the first day of class. I don’t remember him picking on the nerdy Asian kids (FYI, I was the “real” nerdy Asian kid. The ones he left alone were smoking before and after class, looking all cool and nonverbal with their baggy clothes). I just happened to work retail and usually would head to work after classes. Unfortunately, before I knew better, I did think tight, short, and heels were the way to go. Besides, I thought I was dressed for the part. I mean, don’t lawyers always go with the short skirt-and-heels combo? Haha. Anyway, the best part of that class was enjoying the impressed look on my professor’s face when he realized that I turned in some pretty decent papers. Grade: A+. Case closed.

That movie takes me back to all those pages of legal briefs that I had to do during the early college years. What was funny was that I actually enjoyed doing them. Do I remember any of those cases today? Hardly.
I remember that it took me awhile to like my obnoxious, narcissist of a professor and yes, I did have something to prove. Don’t put a little 19-year-old kid on the spot just because she made the wrong choice of wearing a short skirt at the first day of class. I don’t remember him picking on the nerdy Asian kids (FYI, I was the “real” nerdy Asian kid. The ones he left alone were smoking before and after class, looking all cool and nonverbal with their baggy clothes). I just happened to work retail and usually would head to work after classes. Unfortunately, before I knew better, I did think tight, short, and heels were the way to go. Besides, I thought I was dressed for the part. I mean, don’t lawyers always go with the short skirt-and-heels combo? Haha. Anyway, the best part of that class was enjoying the impressed look on my professor’s face when he realized that I turned in some pretty decent papers. Grade: A+. Case closed.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Here we go again…
Saturday, October 2, 2010
bedtime story
Well, it’s almost Halloween, kiddies and it just got me thinking about the scariest images I’ve seen as a kid. It’s funny how I never screamed at horror movies as a kid when I do now. Perhaps I was so scared that I might pee on myself or worst, got into such a trance as my crazy childhood imagination took the fear to the next level. Who knows?
Anyway, here goes…TOP FIVE (By the way, these are just American movies. Some of the foreign monsters from my childhood were waaaayyyy creepier).
I was never quite the doll-toting little girl so it was no surprise that Chucky scared the bejeezus out of me. Mad props to the person who designed his outfit---extra creep factor.

Incidentally, how creepy is this?

Me dear ole Pops took me to the movies to watch this scary old man from Poltergeist II. Rain + old man dressed in black suit singing = 6-year-old girl wetting the bed for a week (maybe longer---I’ve blocked that out of my memory). Thanks, Pops.

It, the clown that knew how to tap into your greatest fears. I checked street drains for some time while walking home from school.

I’m not gonna lie…Sloth scared me the first time he showed his face on the screen. However, the Sloth-loves-Chunk bromance easily grew on me.

The Exorcist. Enough said.
Anyway, here goes…TOP FIVE (By the way, these are just American movies. Some of the foreign monsters from my childhood were waaaayyyy creepier).
I was never quite the doll-toting little girl so it was no surprise that Chucky scared the bejeezus out of me. Mad props to the person who designed his outfit---extra creep factor.

Incidentally, how creepy is this?

Me dear ole Pops took me to the movies to watch this scary old man from Poltergeist II. Rain + old man dressed in black suit singing = 6-year-old girl wetting the bed for a week (maybe longer---I’ve blocked that out of my memory). Thanks, Pops.

It, the clown that knew how to tap into your greatest fears. I checked street drains for some time while walking home from school.

I’m not gonna lie…Sloth scared me the first time he showed his face on the screen. However, the Sloth-loves-Chunk bromance easily grew on me.

The Exorcist. Enough said.
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