Having been “one of the guys” for so long, I pretty much have a pretty awesome taste in movies. Guys definitely have the edge on this one.

Pros:

1.) Zombies
2.) Bad ass Super heros
3.) Weird cult films
4.) old martial arts films

cons

1.) Pearl Harbor
2.) …. Pearl Harbor! Or is that a chick flick??

I’ve definitely scored with some hot guys having comic books under my belt. I mean, you definitely have the dudes who do not like comic books, and women who do not like men who like comic books. I would fall under the category of “Woman who PREFERS dudes who like comic books.”

Which brings me to Iron Man, which I only new about because Gwyneth Palthrow was on the cover of a recent issue of Vogue. Why? Her role as Pepper in this Favreau film.

I watched it the other day with my partner. Did I like it? Yes. Was I supposed to? Apparently not! At work today, I brought it up with my co-worker automatically assuming that she thought it was awesome.

“Did you like it?” she asked. “Yeah, I liked it, too. For a stupid guy movie. Guys are so into that movie.”

It’s like I got shot back to reality because I completely forgot about the movie aspect when it comes to being “one of the guys”. It is so important. But I must say, aside from the college and NBA basketball, it is one of the most fun parts. Swingers? Made? Dawn of the Dead? Audition? Lone Wolf and Cub? Come ON!

Why did I like Iron Man? Well, it definitely wasn’t because Ms. Palthrow was front and Center with a romantic side-plot. I mean, the guy makes a super hero suit/weapon of mass destruction. It is set with a very present-day feel complete with the guy from Hustle and Flow and stripper flight attendants on an airplane. What is not to love?

I love being one of the guys. This is a much better date movie than SATC.

Netflix is a wonderful thing that recently brought the Don Cheadle movie Talk to Me to my doorstep. As much as I love and always will love the independent movie store — there just aren’t anymore around where I live. It’s either Blockbuster of Netflix, and for the sake of being a mom who loves being at home with her babe (or at a non-smoking bar watching a Pistons game!), I’m going to choose Netflix. Hey, I love the internet, what can I say.

Talk to Me was a very interesting movie if you know nothing about the radio personality, Petey Greene. I’ve talked about historical accuracy before when I was reviewing the fashion in the Kirsten Dunst film Marie Antoinette. Talk to Me focused on the historical importance of Petey Greene and his role in restoring peace in DC after the riots when Dr. Matin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. Although he is also known for sharing the mic with Howard Stern, I’m glad they made no mention of that in this film. Also interesting was that it made no mention that he was a father!

You know me and fashion — though 60’s and 70’s retro made a brief recurrence in the fashion world in early spring, the look is getting tired. I’m always a fan of the fro, but the threads can go out the door for me now. I was reading an article in Vogue about Forest Whittaker’s wife, Keisha, and they described her style as beatnik Audrey Hepburn. I think my eye is veering towards that look now — but minus the cropped pants please! There aren’t any floods around here!

I am not embarrassed to admit that I at first Hate Watched the Sex and the City a few years ago, but then I became a fan on the DL, then an out-in-the-open fan — but a self-loathing one.

Hate Watching is an interesting sub-category to “hating” — something even the best of us are guilty of.

What is it with our intrinsic interests in things we loathe? I really want to go in depth about this idea. From hate-dating (dating a person you completely detest!), to hate watching, to even the irony of wearing fashion you hate… it’s a very interesting idea.

I can tell you one thing though: I do not hate crocs and gaucho pants enough to wear them.

The new issue(s) of Nylon feature(s) a first: multiple covers with Leighton Meesters and Blake Lively. One of their fashion stories is an homage to John Hughes divas and their suspected regime. It got me thinking about my own experiences working as a video store clerk at an indie place.

One of my favorite leading ladies? Parker Posey. Namely in Party Girl. Her style was scenester turned library nerd. How to achieve this look without breaking too many corporate rules? Well, you might not be able to bust on your checkered Vans, but definitely you can gain some chic in a colorful Louboutin heel, dark hose, and a slightly dissheveled suit consisting of a short dark skirt with a colorful sweater. The uglier the print you think might be, the better. Rock it with your favorite pair of spectacles, and you’ve got my favorite 90’s girl.

Today I watched Sophia Copolla’s movie Marie Antoinette starring Kirsten Dunst. I heard poor reviews of it, but I absolutely relished watching it because of the period fashion. The clothing and colors were very decadent, and it inspired a new love of gowns at the end of the 1700s.

Watching the movie, I realized I knew nothing about Marie Antoinette, however, outside of her beheading and her supposed “Let them eat cake” comment. Watching period pieces often calls for debate on the historical accuracy of the film, but I think there is a problem in that. Films and books that are works of fiction (not a documentary and not non-fiction) are always interpretation. It is a mistake to try and get a history lesson from them. Instead, I think that you should just sit back and watch it as a story. You can fill in on what “really” happened later.

There is cocaine use in the film, which caused us to wonder, “Was there cocaine use back in the 1700s?”

Watching the film absolutely inspired me to want to learn costuming. That’s how Rebecca Minkoff started.

I am bored out of my mind. I have been bored out of my mind for days and days. Thankfully, the puking has ceased, but I’m still tired ALL THE TIME. My therapist, Nancy, says that the way I experience boredom is strange because for most people it’s very blase blah. For me, however, I feel boredom very intensely. It frustrates and angers me and makes me want to cry. It makes me hate my life and hate myself, and throw mud pies and think about how my hair has so many split ends from processing. It’s like that White Stripes song, “I Just Don’t Know What to do With Myself”. I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF!!!! I’m not even exaggerating. I’m so bored and tired that tears actually come out of my eyes.

I need a good book. You know the Iliad is coming to the big screen with Brad Pitt cast as Achilles? It’s called Troy and it’s due out next year. Helen of Troy is being played by Diane Kruger. You know, the face that launched a thousand ships. I’ve known this for awhile because I have a friend who writes movie reviews and he got to look at the script. He offered to let me read it, too, but I declined. I mean, I’ve already read The Iliad. One of my favorite paintings is one of Hektor saying good-bye to Andromache and his child before he goes off to war. I’ve always been interested in the character of Andromache because a bunch of shitty things happens to her after her husband’s death.

Brad Pitt as Achilles? I don’t know… but I like the guy, I like most of his movies… but a mythological period piece? Hmm. And I don’t know about the crew behind it. The guy who directed Perfect Storm is doing it, and the writer was the guy who did 25th Hour. It seems a little… weird… to have these people be the ones doing Homer’s epic. But what the fuck do I know.

TK and I watched this movie called The Shape of Things. I had read some reviews saying it was too dialoguey with no spectacular camera work. I don’t know where the “too dialoguey” came from, it seemed really natural to me, but yeah, the cinematography wasn’t special. At the same time, it didn’t need it. If you want to see one of the bitchiest, meanest endings to a movie ever made, then go see it.

Well, my dumb ass went the whole day with my contact lenses in the wrong eyes. Fuck that shit. I couldn’t switch them around while I was at work, so I just suffered through it. I worked on my comics a little. I have two storyboards going. I just need to perfect the sketches and the dialogue.
I think I freaked TK out by the erotic e-mail I wrote him. I reiterated the tame version to you. He didn’t e-mail me back. Dammit. I was hoping for some masturbation material before I went to sleep tonight. But whatever. Looks like I’m going to eat a can of chunky beef stew and rice and call it a night…

OH! RL came into my job today. RL is this design engineer for Toyota who asked me out awhile ago and I used to have a thing for him. We talked for a long time. He’s really cool. He collects motorcycles and plays in a band. We talked about the movie One Hour Photo. He liked it more than I did, but I admitted I liked the dream sequence where the blood starts gushing from his eyes. I told him I liked the color scheme and the contrast of the crimson blood squirting in the white atmosphere. He asked me if I watched it on DVD or VHS and I said I saw it in the theater, and he thought it was cool that I noticed the color schemes because it was something they talked about in the director commentary of the DVD. He’s a really cool guy. RL, RL, RL. He mods his bikes. I wonder what his looks like…

Also at work, I tortured myself by watching swimfan. It literally made me wish I was rearranging my files instead. Sometimes I like to torture myself by watching really bad movies. If you like to do this, here are some suggestions: The Prodigy, Dungeons & Dragons, Riding in Cars With Boys, and Maid in Manhattan. After that, you will be bald from ripping your hair from your head. A pure S&M dream.