I have two big entertainment type loves in my world. Books and movies. Sure the tv and the internet are fantastic, but if someone took away my tv or stripped me of my internet connection (which better not happen if y'all hope to keep your fingers), then I'd be totally fine. Totally. Fine. I swear. Ok, I might go into serious withdrawl if I didn't have my daily connection to all your blogs and Crackbook as well, but tv I'd be totally fine with.
Books and movies are on a whole other plain. To say I am a book lover is a bit of an understatement. Everything is right in my world when I have books around me. I devour them. I will read virtually anything and immerse completely into the world that is created in each of those words. From sob stories to comedies and witches & vampires to wizards & witches, I love them all.
Movies? Also a passion. Some people go to bars and spend hundreds of dollars on booze, I go to movies. It's another way for me to sink into that imaginary world that people spend months of their lives crafting for people just like me. To be able to sit there and watch the action unfolding on the screen is amazing. Once in awhile, it's even good enough for me to feel like I'm really there. And I love it. Just like books, I'll watch virtually anything as long as there is something there to grab my attention. A good joke, a buff body, a hot chick.....I'm in.
What's better than books or movies? (Other than multiple orgasms that is!) Movies that are based on books and done well! If you can take one of my favorite books and turn it into a movie and do it well, I might just consider hopping on plane to find you so I can kiss the ground you walk on. Do a hatchet job on it and you can say goodbye to the ground kissing and kiss my ass instead.
Most recently, I've seen two movies based on books.
"My Sister's Keeper" which had me and about 200 other chicks (and maybe 3 or 4 guys who'd been dragged there under promises of blow jobs) blubbering like idiots. Having read the book, I was wondering what new version of sadness they could bring to the viewing audiences that hadn't been used in every other sad story to help provoke a sob mob ("I Am Sam" and "Marley & Me" anyone?). Thankfully, they stayed true to the book for most of it and I was spared years behind bars for the cruel and unusual torture of Nick Cassavetes. Two of my greatest friends, Ginger Rug & EC, came with me and Ginger spent the movie sobbing with the rest of us. EC, on the other hand, sat stoicly through the entire thing and poked fun at the two of us. I swear there's a lump of coal in her chest where her heart used to be. Either that or she was too distracted by the tweeny boppers behind us who were crying so hard (it wasn't THAT sad!) that they were snorting up their snot and commenting none too quietly about how they couldn't breathe. We'll go with that.
Last night, Ginger Rug and I decided to go to the midnight showing of Harry Potter 6. We purchased our tickets days in advance and prepped ourselves for having to sit outside the theatre in a line up for up to an hour and a half before being allowed in to vie for our seats in what could only be compared to the running of the bulls. One of the little girls who works for the theatre had assured me they wouldn't be letting anyone in until at LEAST 11:30 pm, so we planned to arrive by 10:30 and secure our places in line. Imagine our surprise when we arrived at 10:30 to find nobody standing outside. WOO! We're the first ones in line. Bonus.
Yeah. Not so much. Turns out the powers that be decided to let everyone in early and by the time we got in there, it was pretty slim pickings for us. Having finally resigned ourselves to having to sit separately, we found seats where we could sit one behind the other and settled in for the long wait (with our amazing books I might add).
By the time the movie started, I was already close to being in need of a catheter but excited about the film which I'd been eagerly anticipating for months.
By the time the movie was done, I was trying to figure out why I had passed up 3 extra hours in bed, sex with my husband and possibly even a massage for the crap that I just watched.
I've been listening to all the radio DJs tout it as the "biggest summer blockbuster" and yeah, I'm sure it will be because people were waiting and waiting for it, got all hyped up and then stood in line all fucking day to see it. So yeah, I'm sure $22.2 million in the first night makes it a summer blockbuster. You know what doesn't make it that? The CRAP that I had to watch. Talk about disjointed! I realise that the book is about 10 kajillion pages long and to make the whole thing into a movie without cutting anything would mean a 22 hour movie but holy crap people! The least they could have done was think about the flow of the story as they cut bits out.
Sure there were some awesome one liners that had us all laughing out loud and yeah, the special effects and CGI were fantastic on the whole but that's about as far as it goes. When the movie ended, Ginger Rug turned around and looked at me and at the same time we were both all "Well, that sucked".
We were sorely disappointed, but it sounded like we were the only ones in the entire universe that felt that way. Perhaps we're too old for movies like this now? Or perhaps I've been jaded by the actual GOOD movies that Disney/Pixar have been throwing out there like "Wall-E" and "UP". Either way, I doubt I'll be sitting in a theatre at midnight for the next one. I'd rather have sex. Or sleep.
And while we're on the subject of shit, I'd like to share something that made me the proudest mama ever. A direct quote from the Girl Spawn...
Books and movies are on a whole other plain. To say I am a book lover is a bit of an understatement. Everything is right in my world when I have books around me. I devour them. I will read virtually anything and immerse completely into the world that is created in each of those words. From sob stories to comedies and witches & vampires to wizards & witches, I love them all.
Movies? Also a passion. Some people go to bars and spend hundreds of dollars on booze, I go to movies. It's another way for me to sink into that imaginary world that people spend months of their lives crafting for people just like me. To be able to sit there and watch the action unfolding on the screen is amazing. Once in awhile, it's even good enough for me to feel like I'm really there. And I love it. Just like books, I'll watch virtually anything as long as there is something there to grab my attention. A good joke, a buff body, a hot chick.....I'm in.
What's better than books or movies? (Other than multiple orgasms that is!) Movies that are based on books and done well! If you can take one of my favorite books and turn it into a movie and do it well, I might just consider hopping on plane to find you so I can kiss the ground you walk on. Do a hatchet job on it and you can say goodbye to the ground kissing and kiss my ass instead.
Most recently, I've seen two movies based on books.
"My Sister's Keeper" which had me and about 200 other chicks (and maybe 3 or 4 guys who'd been dragged there under promises of blow jobs) blubbering like idiots. Having read the book, I was wondering what new version of sadness they could bring to the viewing audiences that hadn't been used in every other sad story to help provoke a sob mob ("I Am Sam" and "Marley & Me" anyone?). Thankfully, they stayed true to the book for most of it and I was spared years behind bars for the cruel and unusual torture of Nick Cassavetes. Two of my greatest friends, Ginger Rug & EC, came with me and Ginger spent the movie sobbing with the rest of us. EC, on the other hand, sat stoicly through the entire thing and poked fun at the two of us. I swear there's a lump of coal in her chest where her heart used to be. Either that or she was too distracted by the tweeny boppers behind us who were crying so hard (it wasn't THAT sad!) that they were snorting up their snot and commenting none too quietly about how they couldn't breathe. We'll go with that.
Last night, Ginger Rug and I decided to go to the midnight showing of Harry Potter 6. We purchased our tickets days in advance and prepped ourselves for having to sit outside the theatre in a line up for up to an hour and a half before being allowed in to vie for our seats in what could only be compared to the running of the bulls. One of the little girls who works for the theatre had assured me they wouldn't be letting anyone in until at LEAST 11:30 pm, so we planned to arrive by 10:30 and secure our places in line. Imagine our surprise when we arrived at 10:30 to find nobody standing outside. WOO! We're the first ones in line. Bonus.
Yeah. Not so much. Turns out the powers that be decided to let everyone in early and by the time we got in there, it was pretty slim pickings for us. Having finally resigned ourselves to having to sit separately, we found seats where we could sit one behind the other and settled in for the long wait (with our amazing books I might add).
By the time the movie started, I was already close to being in need of a catheter but excited about the film which I'd been eagerly anticipating for months.
By the time the movie was done, I was trying to figure out why I had passed up 3 extra hours in bed, sex with my husband and possibly even a massage for the crap that I just watched.
I've been listening to all the radio DJs tout it as the "biggest summer blockbuster" and yeah, I'm sure it will be because people were waiting and waiting for it, got all hyped up and then stood in line all fucking day to see it. So yeah, I'm sure $22.2 million in the first night makes it a summer blockbuster. You know what doesn't make it that? The CRAP that I had to watch. Talk about disjointed! I realise that the book is about 10 kajillion pages long and to make the whole thing into a movie without cutting anything would mean a 22 hour movie but holy crap people! The least they could have done was think about the flow of the story as they cut bits out.
Sure there were some awesome one liners that had us all laughing out loud and yeah, the special effects and CGI were fantastic on the whole but that's about as far as it goes. When the movie ended, Ginger Rug turned around and looked at me and at the same time we were both all "Well, that sucked".
We were sorely disappointed, but it sounded like we were the only ones in the entire universe that felt that way. Perhaps we're too old for movies like this now? Or perhaps I've been jaded by the actual GOOD movies that Disney/Pixar have been throwing out there like "Wall-E" and "UP". Either way, I doubt I'll be sitting in a theatre at midnight for the next one. I'd rather have sex. Or sleep.
And while we're on the subject of shit, I'd like to share something that made me the proudest mama ever. A direct quote from the Girl Spawn...
"Daddy, I don't think I can flush the toilet.....I just did a HUUUUUUUUUGE poop and it might block it!"
Now THAT's some shit I can get on board with.













