Archive for February, 2008

Take Them Bowling

February 27, 2008

This classic goes out to my petite amie over at the function key. Take them bowling!

The Note

February 25, 2008

The Note

We discovered this rather unwieldy note on my bf’s front windshield, as we left Kitty O’Shea’s after Sunday night pub quiz. We parked in our usual spot near the corner of Charnock and Prospect. We were taken aback that someone would take such care to write such a venomous note but wouldn’t bother to get some signage installed, to insure their elderly mother’s safety, which they’re so concerned with. There’s absolutely no indication that parking in this spot would make life difficult for anyone. A simple sign on the house’s front gate would do the job. But it’s our fault for not being psychic.

For your pleasure, the text of this passive-aggressive grammatically challenged masterpiece:

This may come as a shock to you. But yes there are other people in the world besides yourself. The first person that come to mind is my 92 year old mother. Who lives in the house you parked in front of. Yes where you so carefully parked to block the shoved walk way to her front door. Thank god. She didnt get injured trying to get to the front door. Once we arrived home from supper! Remember! You are not the only person in the world try to be a little more thoughtful of other’s!

Movie Review: Letters From Iwo Jima

February 20, 2008


Clint Eastwood’s daring gamble — simultaneously directing two films depicting two sides of the same war, one in a language and culture not his own — paid off in this brilliant and important film. Through the eyes and letters of two primary protagonists, Eastwood gives us a Japanese army completely weakened, unsupported, and totally screwed, but clinging to its samurai roots and fight-to-the-death code of honor. Ken Watanabe, mesmerizing as the indomitable General Kuribayashi, the doomed eternal optimist, desperately trying to stave off complete obliteration until nonexistent reinforcements arrive. But the film truly belongs to Kazunari Ninomiya as a working-class baker just trying to get home to his wife and baby. Vulnerable and fascinating, Ninomiya’s Saigo experiences strokes of luck and misfortune and carries the film with his burning desire to survive. Shot beautifully, acted wonderfully, and written meaningfully, this is one of the best war films ever. Grade: A

Movie Review: Flags Of Our Fathers

February 20, 2008


This half of the Clint Eastwood Iwo Jima duo details the pre- and post-photo lives of the six American soldiers immortalized in the iconic flag-raising image. Disjointed and choppy, not even Ryan Phillippe’s charming likability could keep William Broyles Jr.’s and Paul Haggis’ predictable and unclever script above water. The story suffered mainly from trying to encompass too much: training, war, fame, politics, family, memory. The story is, by its very nature, powerful and would have been better served with far less engineering. By the time voiceover became the primary storytelling device, I was long gone. With the heart-wrenching tale of Ira Hayes wrapped up in this nostagic blob, Eastwood didn’t need to go for the heartstrings. But go for them, he did, with an unabashed and pathetic “sorry I was a lousy father” scene. Perhaps if this film didn’t have such a formidable sibling in Letters From Iwo Jima, it wouldn’t have suffered so greatly in comparison. There’s just no contest between the two. Grade: C

Don’t Doubt The Dance

February 19, 2008

Better late than never: 123 Party! Book this Boston-based dance revolution to crash your next company meeting, bar mitzfah, intervention, etc. Never ever doubt the dance. No, like, seriously. Don’t doubt it. Evah.

Lindsay’s Sag Card

February 18, 2008


The recent pics of Lindsay Lohan imitating Marilyn Monroe’s famous last sitting make me wonder where Lindsay’s bra has gone…for quite some time. Are those the breasts of a 21-year-old? If she keeps going the way she’s going, they’re going to be at her waist by 25.

The House That Frank Built

February 15, 2008


Behold, my stylish petite friend Lucia in front of her family’s Frank Lloyd Wright rental in Ithaca. Indoor gardens, radiant heat stone floors, and a massive fireplace made this house a tremendously relaxing snowy hideaway. Fantastic weekend!

Cab Express: No Friend Of Mine

February 13, 2008

Woe unto the girl who denies her instinct to walk through the freezing rain to her doctor’s appointment. And woe unto that same girl for dialing Beverly, Massachusetts’ alleged taxicab service Cab Express. I figured 30 minutes was enough lead time for a cab to pick me up and drive me the mile to my new doctor’s office. But no. No, that was not enough time for Cab Express. After three phonecalls, 40 minutes, and some over-caffeinated aggressive pacing, I finally threw in the towel, rescheduled my appointment, and cancelled the phantom cab. Had I walked, I would have made it with time to spare. But I chose to call Cab Express, so there’s nobody to blame but me. 

 Hell, at least I don’t have to go out in the rain. 

Movie Review: Blowup

February 13, 2008

Blowup poster

Ugh, wake me when something happens. As dull as it is stylish, Blowup was a great disappointment to me, squandering the efforts of Vanessa Redgrave, Jane Birkin, Sarah Miles, and Verushka. The plot was so uneventful, that I found myself focusing instead on the luscious bits of modernity and bohemian flash scattered around the various sets. Released in 1966, this supposed murder mystery drips with hipster style and fashion fashion fashion, as David Hemmings’ mod photographer tries to determine whether he inadvertently photographed a murder, while navigating swarms of leggy shaggable wannabe models in vivid swinging London. But there’s only so much surrealist intesity I can take. Pretty vacant. Grade: D+.

Hello, Lovely Lykke

February 13, 2008

Lykke Li “Little Bit.”