My disappointment with the film Hitchcock (2012) knows no bounds with its: forced and shallow psychological characterizations, an unnecessary and distracting sub-plot, a shameful lack of cinematic flare given the subject matter and six-too-many profile shots of Hopkins showcasing his newly applied prosthetic girth - we get it, enough already. Poor Alma. Poor Hitch.
Guess which movie I saw this afternoon? One clue: “I dreamed a dream that I could get my money back.” I must admit, it was worth it to see Russell Crowe sing. He really knows how to hit that A Flat note HARD. And I bet everyone on set was too scared to tell him to stop. They probably said things like, “Wow, you’re so good. No one would ever know that you’re completely tone deaf” OR “You’re so much better than that Tony-lovin-jazz-hands-Jackman. By the way, he called you a nasty fat queen behind your back during the rope-pulling sequence. Just sayin’ he’s trouble and his wolverine claws are out!” OR “WTF is on your hat?”
It’s that time of the year again :: Art Basel Miami Beach 2012. Bring it on!
Artist: Kehinde Wiley
Terror! Horror! Thrills! Suspense! Hitchcock
Singularity = Bring it On
Barbara Kruger strikes again || Belief+Doubt (2012).
I am SO 2012. I’m Skyping, sharing my ‘content’ on the ‘internet’, wearing wooden glasses and sending textual messages to acquaintances. I’m also catching up on the latest young and happening crazes, like hormonal-fat-fried treats and anything Japanese: tofu, concubines, Sudoku and Scott Baio.
I’m keepin’ it SO Young. I’m keepin’ it SO Fresh.
Dark Shadows official trailer. Looks like so much fun! Please don’t SUCK (no pun intended).
I’m happy Madonna won the Best Song Golden Globe Award for ‘Masterpiece’. But let’s be honest for a moment shall W.E. - if she was up against Maureen McGovern’s The Morning After from The Poseidon Adventure, she wouldn’t have a hope in hell:
“There’s got to be a morning after, If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine, Let’s keep on lookin’ for the light.”
Good times. Well, not for Shelley Winters.
2011 was the year I feel in love with Metronomy. I remember we met by the Bay – not in Paris, London, Berlin, Hong Kong or Tokyo. It felt so good. I was giddy, but Metronomy was sensible, sensible. It was magical. I wanted it to go on and on. But I had to move because of my career. And in truth I did meet someone else - Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs. I will ask him to change his name - such a mouthful. He better put out in 2012.
