This Concerns You All. Yes, Even You.
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"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
R.I.P., Arrested Development. It was good while it lasted, and it ended on a high note. I laughed for 2 hours straight last night, and was driven by one particular joke to laugh until I about cried.
Lucas is on HBO right now, and as I sit humbly before the television and offer thanks it for its myriad and often bizarre but nonetheless always engaging offerings, I can't help but wonder:
I got home from work after midnight, and turned on the TV to unwind for a few minutes. I had left it on HBO, and as the screen warmed up I saw that a movie was just starting: Consenting Adults, from 1992, starring Kevin Kline, Kevin Spacey, and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, and directed by Alan J. Pakula, who has fallen from the mighty heights of All the President's Men and The Parallax View to stuff like The Pelican Brief and The Devil's Own.
I've decided to start a band. Probably just straightforward indie pop but with hints of steel guitar. Currently accepting applications for the following positions:
First Coworker (reading from a press release): "The Man Who Conned Oprah."
Today's winner for Headline That Scares Me Beyond Explanation:
EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE — HOLLYWOOD — DAY
"She Will Have Her Way," Neil Finn
I already wrote about this the other day, and some might say it's hypocritical to caution against the spread of these parodies and then turn around and endorse one. And I agree. It is, among other things, pretty hypocritical.
This white guy doesn't know what he's talking about:
I've already written in other places about the festering boil on the face of cinema that is End of the Spear, a Christian-made and Christian-aimed story about missionaries in 1950s Ecuador. But a new meta-wrinkle has developed: Apparently fine with the clumsily handled content, some conservatives are protesting the fact that Chad Allen, the film's lead, is openly gay.
Dear Mr. President,
Coworker: Walk the Line is better than Crash.