My birthday weekend came & went. My body is one big sex bruise & all the birthday booze I was gifted has been consumed.
All in all, it was a good time.
The Place Beyond the Pines was probably the worst movie I saw last year. Or, ok, not the worst, but the most self-indulgent trainwreck I willingly endured since Blue Valentine (which, really, ugh).
This scene was the clincher for me though; I felt my indifference turned to intense hatred in a matter of moments. These two are introduced to one another in the most ridiculous, tone-deaf manner. Within the greater Capital District, this conversation wouldn’t even go beyond the first two lines. It’s pretty easy to tell an affected Long Island accent from a real one. Also, no one moves to the Albany area from Long Island unless they’re going to Saint Rose or SUNY Albany.
Should You Go Out Tonight? Let Morrissey Help You Decide
favorite favorite favorite
"Cut the bullshit Lindsay" - words of wisdom from Oprah Winfrey to La Lohan, a beautiful pop culture moment of our times.
It can’t be a bad day if it starts with new Sharon Van Etten, right?
If a guy took me to Taco Bell’s Happier Hour on a date, he could definitely hit it.
Broad City is about the only show I watch lately.
who did this to you???
Just for once, I’d like to wake up and not feel like the day ahead is something to be defeated. Something to trudge through valiantly. I want to wake up and feel glad that I’m alive for another day, rather than wonder why I’m not dead.
“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.”
It bothers me that Adèle Exarchopoulos was passed over for a César nomination as Best Actress for Blue Is the Warmest Color. Granted, awards shows are all fabulously unexciting circle jerks, and, yes, she was nominated as Most Promising Actress, but should that preclude her from also being nominated as Best Actress?
For me, the success of the film has nothing to do with those
daring dreadful sex scenes and the relationship between Adèle & Emma; rather, it is entirely about those moments (not hard to find) when Adèle looks listless & disinterested. Léa Seydoux may have the more fiery, dramatic moments as Emma, but they’re far less interesting to watch than those scenes of Adèle dancing (the only scenes where she lets herself go). You get the impression that this is a character who will never know herself well enough to know what she really wants, but will cling to anything she can to feel a sense of stability.
I don’t know, this is really doing it for me right now.
"Anxiety is not rude. Depression is not selfish. Schizophrenia is not wrong. Eating disorders are not a choice. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is not crazy. Mental illness isn’t self-centred, anymore than cancer is self-centred. It’s a medical illness."