0526 - LIFE IS HOT IN CRACKTOWN
An impressive, haunting look at life — real, painful, dirty life — in a non-descript ghetto. Every character is someone I’ve met before, every story one I’ve heard in first-hand accounts or through someone else; the film was made all-the-more powerful by the acting, in particular Evan Ross (a despicable, vile little shit who never learned how to channel his own hurt), Desmond Harrington (undying love personified) and Kerry Washington (who didn’t look like a transsexual, but was fantastic nonetheless).
I don’t understand why Brandon Routh was in this movie, though.
8/10. The thought that life is genuinely like this, for a great many unfortunates, is depressing beyond belief. The opening scene is one of the most unsettling things I’ve ever seen in my life.
0525 - WHAT WE DO IS SECRET
Melodramatic drivel for a generation of idiots.
Every actor in this movie was miscast and NONE of them could act. Script and story were lacking, all supporting characters were painful and unnecessary, and I cannot stress enough how pointless this movie was — it did no service to Darby’s legacy whatsoever.
The only magic to be had was in the performances scenes, and it was so scant that it wasn’t worth the bother, really.
0/10.
The only time in my life that I will love him was while I was watching this movie.
(Source: blueswirls)
Via Einstein's Theory
I didn’t see my Valentine
I sent it via a pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stare at you and cut myself
It’s all I do cause I’m not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I’m amorous but out of reach
A still life drawing of a peach
I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I’ve made my peace I’m dead I’m done
I watch you live to have my fun
I root for you, I love you
You, you, you, you
I made it to a dinner date
My tear drops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance but lost my nerve
I cramped up in a learning curve
I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I was on to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you
I root for you, I love you
You, you, you, you
Profound. I cannot wait for the Idler Wheel.
(Source: fuckyeahfionaapple)
Via Fuck Yeah, Fiona Apple!
0524 - THE BROTHERS BLOOM
Rachel Weisz is gawjuss, Adrien Brody is gawjuss, Rinko Kikuchi is gawjuss, and Mark Ruffalo is unwanted and unnecessary in this movie.
Cute, charming, and dreadfully boring. I’m going to finish it because I’m hoping that, at some point, it will get interesting.
5/10. It did get interesting, after Mark Ruffalo’s character exits the film. The scene in the field with Weisz and Brody was quite touching, from his sad, soulful crying (I LOVE when Adrien Brody cries — always breaks my heart) to her sweet little promise to him. If the movie could have been made up of moments like that one it would have been gold.
0523 - THE VOW
Ugh. Just… ugh. Honestly. All that goodwill you’d built up, Tanning, and now you’re just Tanning Chatum to me again.
0/10.
0522 - THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND
Poor James McAvoy just keeps being outshined by his co-stars in all his heavy-hitter films. He was the star of this movie, but Forest Whitaker received all the attention (and the awards — unjustly, might I add, because I feel like James was just as good if not better than him).
Forest and James were well-matched, and there wasn’t enough of Kerry Washington and her wonky hairline (I love her, but she should never let anyone put a cornrow in her head ever again).
6/10. Not as good as I’d been led to believe it was, but still quite enjoyable.
CAN WE NOT
GUISE
SERIOUSLY
CAN WE NOT GET OBSESSED WITH HIM AGAIN
MY HEART BARELY SURVIVED THE FIRST TIME
THAT SHIT LASTED FOR YEARS
About me
I'm 26 and bored. I'm in love with movies, music and fashion - fashion, which makes so much sense because I'm fat and could never fit any of the clothes I'm likely to reblog here. I love finding a new obsession, and I love obsessing over that new obsession until I can no longer stand it. The one obsession I will never tire of, however, is Pearl Jam - glorious, fulfilling, life-affirming Pearl Jam.
