last week i got around in finally finishing the seven up series. it only took me a year to watch the last two installments. anyways, i've fallen in love with nicholas, who quite possibly is the only only man i find attractive with a mustache, despite his wife being a major self-conscious cunt. but it is neil who i truly found interesting, fascinating, and all other possible synonyms. one could describe his life as depressing, heartbreaking, blah blah blah, but the only thing i see is a honest man. and so, i leave with my favorite quote said by him:
"i know how tempting it is to escape into fantasies, to believe i already am a successful writer, to believe i've got lots of friends, to believe if only i had done such and such my life would have been different, but the most difficult thing is to accept the reality, to be what we are in a situation, that's terribly difficult."
maybe i'm blowing this a little out of proportion, but the movie nowhere is life changing. gregg araki's satirical ode to jaded, overstimulated nineties teens does something to its audience that i've never seen a film do before, by forcing you to take it seriously because of its over the top sensationalism. it is at once hilarious, sexy, raw, stylized, dramatic, and thrilling, and the characters are people you should hate, but end up falling in love with.
the cast is especially worth mentioning. not only do the unknown main actors deliver moving and convincing performances, the film is overflowing with really big actors playing completely over the top roles. the main character, dark (james duvall), is fucking hot as hell and naked alot, and does an amazing job of playing a slightly dumb but genuine romantic with a death wish. other people include traci lords, shannon doherty, denise richards, rose mcgowan, debi mazar, christina applegate, ryan phillipe, heather graham, mena suvari, mrs. garret from the facts of life, and the actors formerly known for their roles as peter and jan brady on the brady bunch playing the swedish parents of a heroin addict who rips out his nipple rings and puts his head in the oven.
there's a lot i don't want to give away about this film, because the fun of watching it is in its ludacris surprises, but here are some screen caps.
i also saw the new woody allen film, whatever works, at the angelika. though i wasn't quite as moved by it, it was satisfying and funny. larry david is hilarious as a slightly crazy old douche bag who lets the homeless evan rachel wood stay at his chinatown apartment and ends up marrying her. we all know allen has a penchant for the underaged, so maybe he's thinking this is plausible? her character is so retarded in the film that it seems like it could be. patricia clarkson was my favorite though, as the bible thumping mother who gets swept into the sinful delights of new york city.
and i have to thank matt walker for being my movie buddy/video store/new roomie.
laaaast night was reasonably lazy. it marked the start of today's monsoon and our descent into the life of david gale. we didn't finish it, one because we were planning on going to meet harold, and two because we got lazy and fell asleep. two buck chuck will do that to a girl.
in more resort news: jenni kayne, you are not alexander wang; lanvin, thanks for being realistic and showing sneakers for resort; and balenciaga, thank you for redeeming yourself from your incredibly boring fall show. i digress:
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and that's all there is. later though, i have to show you this mannequin i got a photo of that looks exactly like anna j.
while my better halves are out and about tonight, i myself will throw myself in bed and revisit autumn sonata. because you know i only watch films that involve people going batshit and whatever else makes life less depressing.
