FRANZ FERDINAND.

PLAYING WINNIPEG.

OH, MY GOD MY OVARIES.

Watching the Tim Roth Planet of the Apes and cycling between bitterness since this is the movie that prevented the reunion of Tim and Gary Oldman (in Prisoner of Azkaban) and amusement because I remember hearing that the people who did the ape makeup for this movie hated Tim's face because of the difficult job they had making him up due to the size of his nose.

The man does not do anything by halves and he is absolutely the best bit of this movie. I like when he does the affectionate bits with Helena Bonham Carter's character and when he goes all crazy, psycho chimp Stunty Person.

I also dig how he incorporated the Tim-Roth-Super-Cool-Swagger into his ape walk.

AND HIS EYES. I remember when I first saw this movie with my mom, she asked if Tim's character was Tim and she's like, "I knew it! He has those CRAZY EYES".

This picture also amuses me:



I've said it before and I'll say it again, his hands (and feet) are abnormally big for a guy his size. Not that I'm complaining. I'm just pointing it out.

And oh, happiest of days! The Unofficially Official Tim Roth website has been updated! With PICTURES! I should really be ironing but I'd rather look at pictures of Tim wearing shorts and giggling over how his knees have freckles! :D

EDIT: ( Oh. God. Tim. Do. Me )

So, I'm on a movies-from-my-childhood-that-are-awesome kick.

Second on the list, A League of Their Own



By far one of the awesomest movies ever and the movie that made me want to live in the 40's just for how fabulous everyone dressed.

As a kid, I loved this movie for focusing on aspects of the lives of women that didn't have to do with men. I loved the focus on their friendships and the relationship between sisters and the competition therein. It's also on of the most quotable movies and my sister and I have been quoting it since she was 6 and I was 8.

Kit: You ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter Dottie, and this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister."

And, as a (somewhat) grown up, I like that it probably helped me overcome my "girls are weak, boys are strong" mentality. Being a strong, talented, smart person didn't mean being a boy. And you could wear a dress and kick a lot of ass while looking pretty doing so.

( Girls can't play ball! )

Now I'm trying to convince my sister to go with me as a Rockford Peach for Halloween. The costume would be easy to make and my hair would look awesome in a 1940's hairstyle.

EDIT: AND CLASH OF THE TITANS IS ON! I would make a post about how Medusa kept me awake through the ages of 4 through 10 but I think I would be distracted by how cute that owl was.


Adorable.

Maybe I'm bias but I firmly believe that some of the best movies ever made came out during my childhood.

Like A Little Princess.



As the butchiest little girl from the ages of 0-14 (and then the butchiest teenager from 14-19), I can't believe I ever got into this movie. But, as the result of being the butchiest little girl ever, I had a really close relationship with my father and it is why I think this movie hit me like it did.

Like Sara's father, my dad used to encourage my imagination since he too spent most of his life pretending. I think I got it from him to look at life as one large film with you as the central character. I've always loved my dad for making me feel like being creative and imaginative was something useful rather than stifling it like so many of my friends' parents had. It was also a trait we used to overcome some of the harder bits of our lives since all great people went through hardships and came through the better for it.

And this movie is still the only one that can make me cry just as hard as the first time I saw it.

( It's me. It's Sara )

I ended up loving the landscape and the culture of Bangladesh as the result of this movie. Being in Bangladesh was exactly how I thought being in India (as seen in this movie) was going to be like when I was a kid. The air tasted like spice and it smelled of fresh earth. The heat and the humidity were like living things and were always present even in a room we air-conditioned to death. Seeing the movie again, I've started missing Bangladesh.

Saw Trek for the third time last night with that dude I kind-of, sort-of really dig.

I must stop crushing on every guy I meet as it tends to put a damper on my perception of myself as an awesome, man-hating, I-don't-need-no-boy-to-put-together-my-shelves Amazon bad-assery.

But this one is intelligent, funny, and cute to boot. Not really dampering my bad-assery and making me damn annoyed at Trek for preventing us from talking yesterday.

And I, for one, hate the conflicting advice people (mostly women) offer me about what to do in this situation. "Ask him out again", "don't ask him out again", "wait for him to make the first move!", "you make the first move!", blah, blah blah.

Seriously, do men get this sort of conflicting advice from their friends?

Anyway, enough of that. I've decided to be cucumber girl. As in, "cool as a".

I'm suspect the sidewalks of my fair city are in cahoots with my shoes to destroy me after I've rolled my ankles at least four times in the last two days. And my shoes are flats! I'm walking to work barefoot from now on.