Saturday, December 31, 2011

We all have one year to live. Make it a good one people.

So, if the Mayans, or the Incans, or whoever, have it right I've got less than a year to win an Oscar, marry Ryan Gosling, and have two really good looking children. Go big or go home people.

Since I evidently missed the memo about writing reflective Facebook statuses about 2011, and considering the amount of stuff that's happened in 2011, I decided to blog about it instead.

When I look back on it, I guarantee that this will be the year that I consider to have "become a grownup." If you had told me when I was standing in Trafalgar Square a year ago that by this point, TCU will have won the Rose Bowl, I would have found a job, moved to LA, and worked on a major motion picture, I probably would've asked you what you were smoking.  But amazingly enough it happened.  And if you had added in the tidbit about Ryan Kwanten, I probably would've taken you to the mental institution myself.  I now pay MOST of my own bills, live in a TINY (yet stylish) apartment, and managed to adapt to living 1400 miles away from everything I know rather smoothly.  Sometimes I still don't understand how I haven't called up my mommy telling her that I want to come home.  It's bound to happen, but the fact that is hasn't yet is somewhat encouraging.  I go back Monday and when I do, I'm going to help create an actual movie, I'm going to learn how to do what I plan to do for the rest of my life.  All I have to say is if 2012 is anything like the past 3 months have been, I'm in for one hell of a ride.

Peace, love and frogs everyone.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

My Boss Is Better Than Your Boss.

For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter/Facebook/know me, my boss got me and his assistant editor Kindles for Christmas...not to mention a box of See's Chocolates.  Needless to say, I'm making him a plaque that says "Best Gift Giver Ever."

I don't remember how long its been since I updated, but according to blogspot it's been since November 15.  During that time I have celebrated Thanksgiving with waffles, watched the Muppets, logged about 300+ hours at work, wrapped my first feature film and met Ryan Kwanten.  Saying that my life is good would be an understatement.

I am getting on a plane in about 42 hours and in about 48 I will be home, after a ride in the SuperShuttle and a layover in Phoenix.  My to-do list is growing, especially since my boss's gift giving nature was unveiled.  And I need to clean, pack, and make sure that my fish isn't going to bite it while I'm gone.  While Rufio, yes he's named after the kid with the mohawk, is a resilient little bugger, I'm not 100% sure any fish could manage himself for a week and a half sans human contact.  I saw these tablets at Petco when I got him that said they could feed a fish for a week.  Procuring those are also on my to-do list, as is cleaning his bowl.

Now I'm off to Beverly Hills for an errand, and yes, I feel pretty damn cool being able to say that.


Eat your heart out True Blood fanatics.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Flight...Wait I Can't Tell You That.

Well here I am.  I've been working at CBS Radford for about a week and a half.  The least amount of hours I've worked has been 10.  And I now understand what everyone was talking about when they told me that being a PA was equivalent to selling your soul.  The fact is however, I love it.

I love going to work.  I love walking down to set and seeing a sign that says "This spot reserved for Amy Poehler."  I love that the studio gym is directly underneath where "Hot in Cleveland" films.  I love that I have yet to pay for a meal while working here.  And I love that the craft services man has done everything from "Rocky IV" to "Star Trek."  So while I'm consistently working 5 days a week, 12 hours a day, and have resorted to watching TCU games via crappy feeds courtesy of my London-dwelling friend Michael, I am doing what I want to do, where I want to do it.  And, in case you didn't hear, TCU beat Boise State on the Smurf Turf.  It's the first time it's been done in like 10 years.  I should've never doubted them.

Now back to the point, I am working with people who've worked on movies like "Spiderman" and "The Hurt Locker," who know people like Quentin Tarrentino and Tommy Lee Jones.  I was just handed my dream on a silver platter and I'm still kind of amazed that it happened to me.  I'm learning things that you can only learn by getting hands on experience from people who have been doing this for decades.  I love my job.

Now I don't necessarily love getting in at 10 every night and not having a social life, but the fact is I'll take it if it means I get to do this everyday.  I'm excited to get up in the morning.  I'm excited at the prospect of seeing these people who know so much more than I do and can teach me everything that 4 years of school didn't.  The people I'm working with ROCK.  I currently spend my days in a "bungalow" on the CBS lot, which has everything from an endless supply of Diet Coke and Butterfingers to its very own golf cart.  Yes, I, Caroline Lorraine Keith, am now a master at the golf cart. So much so that I'm contemplating procuring one for my own amusement.  That and a fish.  I need some sort of companionship when I get home.  His name will be divulged shortly seeing as I have every intention of getting "He who shall not be named...yet" on Thursday, which is in fact my Saturday, which makes tomorrow my Friday.  And yes, that damn Rebecca Black song is in my head, except it's the Glee version which makes it slightly less awful.

I miss everyone, don't get me wrong, I miss everyone like there's no tomorrow.  But I won't lie, working constantly helps deal with that.  As does Skype, facebook, and everything related to an iPhone.  Also, the fact that Christmas is in a month also helps. Danget, now "Friday" has been replaced by "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays."
Alright I'm going to go watch pieces of a movie that I can't tell you anything about get put together.  I love my life.

Until my next minute of free time.

PS. Anybody who wants to go see 'Newsies' on Broadway please contact me immediately.  And if you don't know how to contact me, please don't.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Next Chapter, Take One.

Well I made it.  I made it through 3 days of my father singing 'California Here I Come' every time we past into a new county.  I made it through 3 days of, while very pretty, very boring country side; I'd like to thank Ludlow, California for miraculously showing up right as the gas was about to become non-existent.  I made it to the point where all of my boxes are unpacked, furniture has been purchased, TV and internet have been hooked up, and groceries have been procured.  I am currently sitting on my lovely queen bed watching what seems to be a horrible horror movie staring Renee Zelwegger/Bradley Cooper about some sort of demonic kid.  Been there, seen that.  But hey, it's on Netflix and I just set up my Blu-Ray player with internet so I felt proud of myself.

For those who don't know, I got a job as a production assistant for a CBS Films production that starts shooting on the 7th of November.  So needless to say, I managed to land a job, find an apartment, and drive 1400 miles to an entirely new and foreign land all in about a three months time.  The only good part about having to do it so quickly is that I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it or realize that what I was doing may have been considered to some as certifiably insane.

So, we went through Albuquerque and Kingman, AZ to get there, but here I am in a 500 sq. feet studio apartment that I'm paying double what I would in Dallas.  Believe it or not, that's a deal out here.  Especially with a washer and a dryer.  The trip wasn't as horrible as I anticipated, we split it into three days and at least had a Rangers game to look forward to each evening.  We don't count game 3, as I've deduced that was a fluke and will never happen again.  We got here Monday morning and went straight to Ikea worried that we'd have to get the mattress delivered so the earlier the better. Word for the wise: if you get a memory foam mattress they roll them up and can fit perfectly in a Ford Escape.  My car's gotten quite the work out having hauled my entire life cross country and then two dressers, two chairs, a desk, and a mattress all within the past 5 days.  I never want to put another piece of furniture together again.

So work doesn't start for another week and a half so that time will be spent trying to navigate this city.  I made it to and from LAX yesterday and have decided that I need to make friends quickly and/or need people to come visit me so that I can use that damn HOV lane.  I think it's the only way people get there in any sort of timely fashion in this town.  So that's your cue people, come save me from LA traffic.

Tonight is game 6 of the World Series, it was supposed to be last night but I'm sure my dad called in a favor or something because it was suddenly raining in St. Louis.  His flight would've coincided exactly with the game.  I however was stuck with nothing to do last but unpack and go to Target; the only non-sketchy one mind you, is about 20 minutes away, right next to the only Wendy's I have yet to find in this town.  I made it through my first night alone and only woke up once at 3:15, the advantage of that being that while it's 3:15 here it's 5:15 back home, and that gives me more options for late night TV viewing.

So that's that, my current life in a nutshell.  I'll update again once I start working and have more to update with.

Off to watch demon girl.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Official Resignation.

I give up on this whole tumblr challenge crap.  Who has time to update everyday?  And for crying out loud if I can't even update everyday about something I'm excited about than I think it's time to throw in the towel.  Consider the towel thrown into the laundry bin and on its way to the washer.  I'm done.

Anywho, I was inspired to update because my friend Liz, who is making Thailand her home for the next year, has started a blog and I just read it.  Therefore I'm updating.  And while I consider myself somewhat timid, there is no way in hell, even if I were the bravest person in the world, that I would ever be brave enough to move to Thailand for a year.  If you give me a country where I can't even attempt to figure out letters/words/anything, I guarantee I will spend a majority of the time in my hotel room; and have done so on many occasions (see Paris trip when I was 11).  Props to her, but I think I'll stick with English.

You know where they speak English?  Well, supposedly?  Los Angeles, where I've decided to move before the year is out.  I am still having a very hard time spitting it out and be forewarned I've discovered that talking about it on a regular basis helps to convince me that I'm really going to be able to do it. Last time I was there I met with the EVP of Post-Production for CBS Films, who has given me the go-ahead to move out there and he claims he will easily be able to get me PA work.  Keep your fingers crossed, they're doing the remake of My Fair Lady which is filming on location in London.  See now, London for 6 months I can do very easily.  My mom and I are heading out at the end of the month to go apartment/living hunting and meet with some contacts.  It's amazing, I told my parents that I wanted to move to LA and all these contacts start popping out of the woodwork.  For instance, my mother's co-worker's son lives out there, went to TCU, had my favorite professor in the world, and currently works for FOX.  I've also heard rumors that a TCU alum owns a bar out there where he airs all of the games.  It looks like I might survive after all.

The maid comes tomorrow so I spent most of today, other than working and saying goodbye to Robin who's moving to the armpit (Houston, TX), cleaning.  That is one of the biggest mysteries to me.  Why does one have to clean for the maid?  I say pay them a little extra so that you can leave the house in shambles.  It's a win-win for everyone.

And on my last point, I never realized how accustomed I was to winning until TCU lost last weekend.  It put a foul taste in my mouth for the upcoming football season.  I guess that's what happens when you lost 12 players to the NFL, huh?  Oh well, we won yesterday and at least we're not being sued for trying to better ourselves by leaving a conference that's about to self-destruct.  Way to overshadow beating us by whining your way to keep A&M around, Baylor.  We win.  Cowboys lost, in epic form mind you.  I still firmly believe that they should have fired Romo and signed Dalton.  The Bengals managed to win their game today and the Cowboys have another 0-1 start.  Poor Jason Garret.  Oh football, how I've missed you.

Go Frogs beat the...whoever Louisiana-Monroe's mascot is.  Ah...the Warhawks.
What is it with us playing birds?
Go Frogs beat the Warhawks/Birdies/What have you.

Hop a long little froggy.

Friday, August 5, 2011

You Are My Inspiration...Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

I was going through the guide thing for the TV and low and behold what do I find?  Tom and Huck.  Yes, the one with Jonathan Taylor Thomas at his prime where he plays Tom Sawyer.  I was thus inspired to update, mainly just so I don't have to do it later and can still prove to myself that I do have the ability to update consistently.

Damn commercials.

Day 9?  Maybe?  - A film with your favorite actor (male).

Ok, remember when I said that naming the worst movie of all time was hard?  This is harder.  A few years ago I would've said Johnny Depp hands down, but as of late, I find my affection for him dwindling.  Every time he makes another Pirates movie, my love for him wanes proportionally.  However, I feel it is my duty to include him in the list...yes...I'm cheating again.

1) Johnny Depp - Finding Neverland
   I love this movie and still am transfixed by everything about it.  If you've never seen it 1) you have no soul and 2) it's about J.M. Barry, the man who wrote Peter Pan, and his inspiration for the story.  Kate Winslet, who will make an appearance in tomorrow's post, is also in it as well as Dustin Hoffman, who may very well make another appearance in this post.



2) Christian Bale - The Prestige
   You knew he was coming.  There's no doubt this is one of the most riveting movies I've ever seen and has a ending that will leave you asking yourself what the hell just happened.



3) Ryan Gosling - Remember The Titans
   This was the first time that I'd seen the "grown up" Ryan Gosling, whom I'd simply referred to as the "Goosebumps Kid" for years.  It was a supporting role but I fell in love with him right then and there.  I could look at that boys eyes for days and I'm pretty sure that he's the only blonde I've ever remotely been attracted to.



4) Dustin Hoffman - Kramer Vs. Kramer or Rainman
   Watch either and you'll understand why, I shouldn't have to explain myself.




Back to the top notch acting skills of the 13 year old heart throb, who I'm relatively certain didn't grow another inch after this movie.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Back On Track.

As I'm sitting here, listening to Brando talk with what one can only assume is about 5 or 6 cotton balls in each side of his mouth, I find myself incredibly grateful that 1) my father is not Vito Corleone and 2) that my mother's condo has a very good air conditioning unit.

This one's gonna be short because I'm way more tired than usual and will probably collapse on my bed within the next 10 minutes.

Day "8" - The film you can quote best.

"Little Women"

Surprising?  Slightly considering that that movie is around 2 and a half hours and I've never actually made it through the book.  My first recollection of this movie is when we went to go see it in the basement of the Plaza Hotel on my first trip to New York.  That is also the same trip where I didn't want to go to F.A.O Schwartz because I thought my mom said it was called F.A.O. "Shorts" and was from that point on convinced that it was a clothing store.  I was 6, and at that point in my life did not have the same appreciation for a good pair of shorts that I do now.  The memorization process of this movie was a gradual one that began when I went through a phase of waking up at around 5:00 and, being the rebel that I was, cleared out a space in my play-room closet and positioned myself, and my TV, accordingly so that my parents wouldn't be able to find me.  The volume would also be turned down to a level where I'd have to force myself to read lips, that also probably helped with the whole memorization thing.  I'd watch "Little Women" over and over again, mainly because I didn't feel like pushing the eject button. Another reason was Christian Bale.  As you know, I have been in love with him from age 5 when I first saw "Newsies" and my love for him was cemented forever with his turn as "Laurie."  I'm fairly certain my fickleness towards men stems from the fact that I've never met one who acted, or looked, like Laurie.   I'll keep holding out.

Thank you Louisa May Alcott for giving me another reason to love Christian Bale and for also giving me something to remind me that Winona Ryder wasn't always a kleptomaniac.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

And I Was Doing So Well...

Well, just as I think I've got this whole updating consistently down I end up not writing for almost a month.  For a week of that however, I was in Los Angeles making the decision that I would be moving there within the next few months.  I have informed my roommates and most important people so therefore I can shout it from the rooftops: "I'm moving to LA to become a post-production assistant and make no money!"  It won't be glorious, but I will be there.  Prayers are appreciated.

Hypothetically Day 7:

A movie that reminds you of your past: "Jumanji"

Basically everything with Robin Williams reminds me of my past, I mean think about it: Hook, Mrs. Doubtfire, Aladdin.  Need I say more?  This movie defines everything that is my childhood.  It came out when I was in the second grade, I saw it, and then decided to take 20 of my little second grade pals to see it for my birthday.  I feel horrible for anyone else that decided to go to the theater that night.  I was a big Kirsten Dunst fan after "Little Women," which I will go into more depth about tomorrow, so add Robin, a bunch of animals, and the butler from "Richie Rich" and I was good to go.  A couple of my friends had to leave the theater because it was evidently too intense for them, but some people just can't hack magical board games.  Speaking of which, I was so obsessed that come Christmas of the next year I was the proud owner of the really crappy real-life adaptation of the same board game.  I still have most of the cards/rhymes memorized.
I like to think of this movie as my first taste of what would become an obsession with thriller/scary movies.  It's a classic and if any 23 year old tells you differently...they're lying.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Snape, Snape, Severus Snape.

I have a one track mind currently.  24 hours from right now I will be sitting in a theater, probably surrounded by classifiably psychotic people dressed as everyone from Hagrid to Voldemort, watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One.  Yes I bought tickets for the double feature because it seemed like an easier way to stay awake than actually waiting until midnight to see Part Two.  And in about 28 hours, the series that has defined my generation will have come to a close, and I will probably be laying in my bed sobbing at the thought that I will never again go to another midnight showing of Harry Potter.

Day 6 - A Film That Reminds You of Somewhere

She's The Man.

Guaranteed, this movie will forever remind me of my dorm room in Shirley.  My freshman year at TCU Julie and I had a 13-inch TV that we used to cram around to watch movies when we wanted to procrastinate.  "She's the Man" was one of those movies and became a cult classic between me and my friends.  I can still remember the first time I saw the poster for this movie.  It had the plot synopsis on it and I noticed all the different names (Viola, Duke, Sebastian) and screamed for Julie to come look.  Low and behold someone had come up with the surprisingly brilliant idea to modernize Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night," which Julie and had just finished reading a loud in our English class.

This movie introduced me to two things that defined my college experience: the song "4-Eva" by the Veronicas and of course, Channing Tatum.  Was it cheezy?  Yes.  Was it contrived?  Absolutely, because there's no way that Amanda Bynes could pass for a boy.  But the important thing was that it was entertaining as hell, due in large part to the very attractive actors.



Oh, and it had "Tobias" from "Arrested Development."  Reason #567 that this movie is awesome.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Three for Three. Go Frogs.

Let it be known that Caroline Keith has updated consistently for three whole days.  Never before has this happened, and although it's not likely to happen again, I will rejoice and be glad in it. :)

Day 5 - A Film That Reminds You of Someone

Ok this one's easy.  When I was in Kindergarten I went to Lakeside Elementary and our school song was "Seize the Day" from the Disney classic "Newsies."  Our music teacher showed us the clip of that song from the movie in an effort to teach us the words and, unbeknownst to her, introduced me to a very young Christian Bale.  Needless to say, I have a larger attention span than most 5 year olds so of course I was hooked, but alas, no one I knew had the video.  Enter Megan Mathis, best friend of 17 years and owner of "Newsies."  So now every time I watch "Newsies" I think of Meg and wonder why Christian Bale doesn't do more musicals.


And yes, that's the kid from "Big" singing.

Monday, July 11, 2011

What kind of question is that?

Ok, this post is dedicated entirely to the stupidity of the task ahead of me.  I've been asked by "tumblr" to name a movie that I "watch when I want to feel down."  What kind of crazy is that?  Who would want to watch a movie deliberately to feel down?  Screw alcohol, you want a new depressant, just turn on this movie.

Dumb.

Well, I find Schindler's List depressing.  I find Titanic poorly made an depressing.  And I find most romantic comedies unrealistic and depressing.  I'm just gonna go out on a limb, and probably get shot in the process, and just say any Nicholas Sparks film adaptation I watch knowing I'll be "down" at the end.  These are the types of movies where you go into the movie expecting to feel slightly less happy about the life you're living when it's all over.  Why?  Because guys like Noah Calhoun and Landon Carter simply do not exist.  I'm a cynic, plain and simple, but that crap he writes is bordering on science fiction in this day and age.  Does that mean I'm not holding out for a Ryan Gosling look-a-like?  Of course not. I just am anticipating waiting a while to find him.




I want it to be Thursday at 9, please.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I Think My Indian Name Would Be "Night Owl."

Ok, this one's gonna be short sweet and to the point, mainly because I'm tired and am determined to hit the gym in the morning.

Ok, day 3, which is in all actuality day, like 7 or something.

Day 3 - A Film You Watch to Feel Good

My mother and I have a BUNCH of these ranging from slasher musicals to romantic comedies, but most of them seem to have one thing in common: they take place in London or have British people in them.  I'm fairly confident my mother would say hers is "Julie and Julia," which partially takes place in Europe, so YES, it counts.  I however am going to go out of the box and not name, "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet...Street," because in my opinion that movie transcends this category.  My current "feel good movie" of choice would have to be "My Best Friend's Wedding."  At this point I'm going to go ahead and blame my recent month-long marathon of "wedding-ness."  I was in 2, attended 4, and low and behold, during this time, Starz decided to play this Julia Robert's classic at least once every 48 hours.  I have wedding on the brain and therefore came up with this movie, however my choice is not completely unfounded.  This movie has one of the most iconic scene's in all of movies.  While in a "Joe's Crab Shack-esque" establishment Rupert Everett is discussing his whirlwind, and completely fabricated, love affair with Julia.  Now for those of you who don't know, Rupert's character is flamboyantly gay and Julia has lied to her BFF to make him jealous because she's just found out he's getting married and has discovered that she's in love with him.  Enter very in depth plan to break up impending marriage.  Regardless, at "Joe's" Rupert explains their "Doris Day/Rock Hudson Extravaganza" (if you get that reference I will seriously buy you a gumball) and then he breaks out into "Say a Little Prayer for You."  Before you know it, the entire restaurant, including a claw-wearing piano man, erupt into this massive rendition of the song while you watch Julia Roberts die of embarrassment.



If that's not reason enough to claim this is a "feel good movie" than I don't know what is.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Evidently I Still Suck At These.

Ok, I remembered today that I had forgotten to post about my "Least Favorite Movie" yesterday.  I could conceivably blame any number of different things for my lack of post: the Casey Anthony verdict, the fact that it feels like Hades every time I walk outside, or even the fact that I'm about to have what could be the meeting that will change the rest of my life in about 3 weeks.  Regardless, considering my track record with these things I refuse to admit defeat just yet.

Day 2: Least Favorite Movie

This one actually may be harder than yesterdays.  The problem with it is that there are so many different factors that come into play when picking out one's LEAST favorite movie.  Now see picking out what I deem to be the WORST movie of all time would be somewhat easier.  I could pick out the worst director/writer: M. Night Whatever (post "Sixth Sense) or the worst actor of all time: tie between Keanu Reeves and Nicholas Cage, or even worst performance by an actor: Sofia Coppola in "Godfather III."  But here they're asking me to pick my least favorite movie EVER.

I'm going back a few years for this one but I'll just go with "Old Yeller."  Yes, the one from the 50s where the dog gets rabies and they have to shoot it.  Basically anything where a dog dies is a horrible movie.



"I Am Legend" also qualifies in this category, my mother and I decided to watch that about 2 months after the dog I'd had since I was 4 died.  Needless to say we were both bawling and I contemplated walking out of the theater.

I hope I was able to distinguish to you the difference between "worst" and "least favorite."  Because the fact is that not all movies where dogs die are poorly made, I just think that they should never be mass produced.

Till whenever.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

A Challenge I Can Get Behind.

Ok, so remember my feeble attempts at doing one of those Tumblr (still have no idea what this is) challenges?  Well, good news, I found one that I'm going to actually finish.  Why, you ask?  Because it's about movies.  Duh.
I found this because one of Facebook friends/film majors posted it to her page.  I however am not going to fill up Facebook news-feeds world wide with my 30 day film challenge that they don't want to know about.  If my calculations are correct, I should be done with this somewhere around December.  Notice I said I would finish it, I just didn't say it'd be in the allotted time frame.  That being said, here we go:

Day 1 - Your favorite film:

Now there's a shocker.

Ok, I'm gonna cheat on this sucker.  If you remember back to when I started this blog and attempted the 30 Day Challenge, I had two favorite movies.  Good news, it's now gone up to 3.

I won't go in depth on the first two, but if your that interested go look back through some of my posts, my reasoning is in there somewhere.

1) Beauty and the Beast (obligatory favorite movie)
2) Sweeney Todd (comfort movie)
and 3) Inglourious Basterds (legitimate favorite movie)

I get weird looks when I say that I love that movie, mostly from people who haven't actually seen that movie.  The ones who have seen it tend to agree with me on the epicness of this film.
I think Tarantino's a genius.  Plain and simple.  For those of you who don't know, the movie is about a group of soldiers during WWII whose main purpose is to scare the bajeezus out of Hitler by killing and then scalping as many Nazi's as possible.  There are other fantastically ingenious subplots thrown in there and they all mesh together seamlessly, it's really quite incredible.  Of the 2 and a half hours of dialogue, only about half is in English, but you really don't even notice the subtitles.  The rest of it is in either French or German and Tarantino wrote the entire script.  He also managed to create one of the most beautifully filmed, miraculously scored, and brilliantly executed films that has ever graced the screen.  Another reason this movie rocks: the cast.  I will forever be grateful to Quentin Tarantino because he introduced America to Christoph Waltz.  His performance is of the same caliber as those of Olivier, Peck, Hanks, Penn, and of course Firth.  His performance ALONE, is reason enough to see this movie.



The ensemble that Tarantino brought together will go down in the books as one of the best of all time.  "To Kill a Mockingbird" caliber guaranteed.

Ok I've exhausted myself and gotten off my soap box.

Needless to say, go see it.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Genius of David Fincher

Fair warning, this is one of those posts that may leave you non-film buffs with the aching question 'what the hell did she just say?' But after my day yesterday I felt it imperative to express my gratitude to Mr. Fincher for getting me through the day with my brain intact.

David Fincher, for those of you who don't know, is the director of such films as Se7en, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and most recently The Social Network. Now I am the first to admit that I was on team King's Speech from the get go. Love Firth. Love Bonham Carter. LOVE Rush. But after purchasing The Social Network and watching it, not on board a 757 this time, I've decided that David Fincher is a genius and that THAT is a great movie. From the score, to the performances, to the way it grips you for a full 2 and a half hours and doesn't let go. Now whether you're a film major or not, when you start a movie, blink, and the movie's over (in a good way), that's the mark of not only a great film but an instant classic. I had to test my theory and proceeded to watch another Fincher film, Se7en. This movie is as close to Hitchcock as our generation has gotten. It too grips you in a completely different, yet magically similar way. The plot covers the imperfections of humanity brought to life by the sadistic Kevin Spacey, a serial killer who plans his victims based on how they personify each of the seven deadly sins. Fincher leaves his mark with this film in the way it's filmed, the vision that he brought to life, and the way he drags his audience into the plot, in this case somewhat unwillingly, and grips them for a good 2 hours. The mark of a great film maker and a great film.

So thank you Mr. Fincher for attributing to the preservation of my sanity.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Reaching the Limit.

So as I currently sit pondering my existence in the sweatshirt that has adorned my body for the past 4 days, I am now going to simply accept the fact that I may be coming down with something.  My first hint should have been when I willingly bought 2 dresses on Monday, one of them being bright pink.  I hate dresses.  Probably because my father always wants me to wear them which makes me believe that he is convinced that I am still 5 years old.  He even said I could wear the bright pink one to an interview.  Hell no.  News flash, I'm not 5, I like pants, and Boise State and Texas Tech SUCK!
Both teams have, in the past week, managed to whine their way to completely RUINING our season, AND have forced me to consider driving to Smurfland this fall.  I'd made it a point to never visit Boise or the blue field which should be considered illegal by the NCAA Standards Committee, but seeing as how that committee managed to let Cam Newton play in the game, I'm not going to hold my breath that it's actually going to happen.
I'm contemplating making a website to promote myself and my lack of experience, considering that I have yet to find any job leads, maybe this will assist me.  Maybe I'll just stick to my current approach to life and "do it tomorrow."

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Continuation into the Abyss.

So, as I'm sitting at dinner with Trey I get a text message from my former roommate Julie who promptly informed me that I had neglected my blogging duties as of late.  This neglecting however has assisted in my obtaining a college degree, so therefore the neglecting has been deemed worth it.  Along with the degree came a realization that my priorities need to be reordered, hence the recent decision to blog.
I don't remember what I last blogged about, nor do I care to take the time to look, but I have the slightest inclination that it had to do with Boise State in some shape or form.  Good news, TCU got their spot in the Rose Bowl and proceeded to win said game by two points because of the near perfect reflexes of a man named Tank, who I've decided is worthy of fathering my children.  I watched the game from my London hotel room on GameCast because no one outside of the continental US seems to give a damn about American football and I feared if I went and complained they'd direct me to the nearest soccer field (aka football pitch).  So I stayed up till 1 o'clock (UK time) watching little dots sporadically run across the field and playing solitaire on my phone while trying not to have a heart attack, and at that rather late hour I was able to proclaim to the world that my school won the Rose Bowl despite playing a team that had scored upwards of 250 points in its last 3 games.  Suck on that Kellan Moore, you still look like an inbred, I'm just less mad about it.
London was a graduation gift from my most gracious mother who used her flight benefits to get us, and my former roommate Jenna, over the pond.  While more stressful than we would've liked due to our required "stand-by" status, the fact that we got first class both there and back made up for it and the fact that we had to turn around in Toronto because some high school band student decided to go and have a panic attack.  I now have a much greater sympathy for the people who had to endure traveling with the Coppell High School Marching Band.
Since Jenna had never been to my favorite place in the world I delved into my role as tour guide and, apart from an episode with the Globe, I think I did quite well.  While the weather was quite similar to Dallas in the winter it seemed substantially colder, but being there for New Years was an experience that I will never forget.  Only topped by a Horned Frog victory 24 hours later.
Now that I'm home I find myself still slightly jet-lagged and getting tired at around 10, very uncharacteristic for a self-proclaimed night owl such as myself, but I am appreciating American food now.  For example, this evening at dinner I realized how exceptional Chili's burgers are.
As is custom, it's 9:30 and I'm getting slightly drousy, so I'm going to sign off and watch The Outsiders and continue to pick out all of the 80s stars who are now playing dads on sitcoms.  Hey look there's Rob Lowe, and Tom Cruise when he was sane!
Peace out abyss; until next time.