“It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as a finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it starts to come apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy.”—Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via dirtydustinhoffmanneedsabath)
I thought this movie was fantastic and I’m surprised it isn’t getting more Oscar attention outside of the screenplay (probably because it was kind of crass, but still). JGL was great and Seth Rogan was less annoying than I thought he’d be. It made me laugh. It made me emotional. It hit all the right notes. Compared to The Descendants in terms of a dramedy about dealing with tough life changes, I liked this one better.
Cute and enjoyable, but definitely oversimplified bigger issues and featured caricatures instead of real people. Viola Davis was just fine in it, but for me the really great performances were from Octavia Spencer and Jessica Chastain.
My Week with Marilyn
I went into this with the lowest of expectations because I thought Michelle was seriously miscast, but she she blew me away with her performance. Acting-wise, she was spot on and riveting. That being said, she was still too tiny for the part and something about her face never felt Marilyn-enough for me, and when you are playing someone known for their appearance, that’s a problem. I never really bought her as a bombshell worthy of all this attention, but Michelle’s vulnerability really saved it.
So much better than I expected it to be. I always find the highly-rated George Clooney movies so overrated, but I was pleasantly surprised by this one and I might have cried a little (just a little). I don’t think I would give it any Oscars, but I still really liked it.
Slightly forgettable, and I thought the ending was kind of abrupt, but I’m a huge baseball junkie so I had a blast with all of the statistics and references. I love movies where the jargon doesn’t have to be dumbed down for the lowest common denominator.
Midnight in Paris
Best movie I’ve seen in ages. I loved every minute of it. The best part was that I had no idea what it was about when I went in, so when I finally understood what was happening, I had a little English major nerd-gasm. This movie was just made for me.
The Ides of March
This was just…ugh, I don’t know. Wasted potential? What a great cast and an interesting premise, but it slid into soap opera territory so quickly and had so many distracting plot holes that I just couldn’t take it seriously.
Sorry guys, I know everyone had a major hard on for this movie, but I thought it was the most pretentious piece of crap I’ve seen all year. The first 20 minutes were incredible and I was so geared up for it, but all that followed was a bunch of awkward people staring at each other, pseudo-80s music, and an obnoxious air of self-importance. Not even Carrie or Joan Holloway could save it for me. (My boyfriend Ryan sure looked pretty though).
Martha Marcy May Marlene
I have such a girl crush on Elizabeth Olsen after this one. Her performance was incredible and I’m bummed she’ll probably get looked over for the Oscar nomination.
Still to see (I’m WAY behind compared to last year, when I wasn’t employed):
“I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not share their tastes or predilections, I am provoked to compare, contrast, and contradict. It is a most healthy exercise, and one altogether fruitful.”—T. S. Eliot (via bookoasis)
“Never mind the vicious nonsense of claiming that an embryo has a “right to life.” A piece of protoplasm has no rights—and no life in the human sense of the term. One may argue about the later stages of a pregnancy, but the essential issue concerns only the first three months. To equate a potential with an actual, is vicious; to advocate the sacrifice of the latter to the former, is unspeakable… . Observe that by ascribing rights to the unborn, i.e., the nonliving, the anti-abortionists obliterate the rights of the living: the right of young people to set the course of their own lives. The task of raising a child is a tremendous, lifelong responsibility, which no one should undertake unwittingly or unwillingly. Procreation is not a duty: human beings are not stock-farm animals. For conscientious persons, an unwanted pregnancy is a disaster; to oppose its termination is to advocate sacrifice, not for the sake of anyone’s benefit, but for the sake of misery qua misery, for the sake of forbidding happiness and fulfillment to living human beings.”—
“Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue, the monograph went on. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say, Napoleonic times.”—Kurt Vonnegut, “Slaughterhouse-Five” (via cultureofresistance)