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Returning to Middle Earth: Getting Stoked for The Hobbit

2 Dec

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is coming out here in the states in twelve days. This is a cause for much joyous celebration, obviously, as it’s been nine years since we last got a Tolkien film directed by one Mr. Peter Jackson. The fans all seem to be excited for this film. I should know, as I am one of them.

As a teenager, the Lord of the Rings series were a big part of my life. When I say that, I’m not talking about the books. I mean the movies. I’m ashamed to admit I still haven’t read the book series in its entirety (though, to be fair, I haven’t attempted since I was fourteen, so I assume I would be able to get through the books if I were to try now. It’s not my fault I could never make it passed Bree. Blame Tom fucking Bombadil and his boring ass chapters. I don’t care if he’s supposed to symbolize God or Satan or Christ or whatever theory you abide by, that doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s a sucky character). I did read The Hobbit in middle school though and then twice more in high school, and oh how I loved it.

https://i2.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61GvwuyTa4L._SL500_AA300_.jpgBut the films are what became an important part of my youth. I wasn’t allowed to see Fellowship in theaters, because my parents deemed it “too scary” for an eleven year old. I suppose that was a reasonable worry, but at the time this left me feeling upset with them. All my friends had seen it in theaters (and by that I mean my four closest gal pals), and they would talk about who they were in love with and who their favorite character was, while I just sat there not understanding the concept of a Ringwrath no matter how many times they tried to explain it to me. Finally, the film came out on DVD. My parents sat my brother and myself down to watch it with them, prepping us for Orcs and Ringwraths and anything that might scare us. During the entire film there was only one part that truly freaked me out: that scene where Bilbo’s eyes bug out and he looks like he’s about to eat Frodo’s soul. Fucking creepy, man.

Look, it's seventeen year old me with my Frodo cardboard cutout and we're both wearing pirates hat! Because NERD.

Look, it’s seventeen year old me with my Frodo cardboard cutout and we’re both wearing pirates hat! Because NERD.

It was all uphill after that. I saw the second and third films in theaters (each three times), I convinced my mom to buy me the Frodo life size cardboard cutout from the local comic book store (which, to this day, I still have), I began writing (shitty) Lord of the Rings fan fiction, I claimed Frodo as the love of my life, I went as Galadriel for Halloween in the seventh grade, my friends and I attempted to make our own Lord of the Rings movie (pretty sure we got as far as the three elves in the prologue), and I broke the One Ring off of the bookmark my dad gave me so I could wear it everywhere I went. Yeah, Lord of the Rings was kind of a big deal for me (though it still comes in second for middle school obsessions, right after Newsies). Not to mention my senior quote in the yearbook was “Home is behind, the world ahead and there are many paths to tred.”

As I’ve aged, the Lord of the Rings films have remained a sacred thing to me. I do an annual Lord of the Rings marathon once a year, where I’ll hole up in the sanctuary of my bedroom and watch all eleven hours of the uncut DVDs in a row. The first time I did my marathon back during freshman year I invited other people to watch with me, but I quickly wised up after that, seeing as no one would shut up and I had to keep telling everyone to be quiet. Normally I don’t mind silly banter while watching movies, but for Lord of the Rings it’s different. I hate to say it, and I don’t mean to offend anyone, but watching those films is just about the closest thing I have to a religious experience nowadays. It’s ridiculous how much I’m not exaggerating right now.

Look! It’s John Watson! … I mean Arthur Dent… or… that pornography stand in from Love Actually… uh… the police chief from Hot Fuzz… um… shit, I’m sorry, who is Martin Freeman playing again?

It should come as no surprise that when I found out Peter Jackson had finally gotten the rights to make The Hobbit a reality, I was ECSTATIC. I remember finding out that Martin Freeman had been cast as Bilbo while I was at work, and literally jumping out of my chair in order to repeatedly fist pump the air. I also remember sitting in the car with my father around Christmas time last year when the first ever Hobbit trailer was released. I made him shut off the music so I could watch the trailer on my measly iPhone and, by the end, I was in tears (I also seem to recall my dad telling me I was weird, but whatever). Needless to say, I’ve been waiting a long time for these films to be made and I have a lot of feelings about them.

So it’s weird that for the last couple months my excitement for this film has been, shall we say, pretty non-existent. Despite doing a Lord of the Rings marathon only three months ago, I just really wasn’t feeling the enthrall of it all. Of course I still intended on seeing the film, but I clearly remember a week or two ago thinking to myself, “Well, I’ll just see it a day or two after it comes out. I can wait. No big deal.” If twelve year old me had a TARDIS you bet your sweet bippy that she’d travel into the future to slap two-weeks-ago-me in the fucking face for being such a terrible fan.

I think, for the most part, I can chalk up my lack of enthusiasm to this rough term. Not that the term’s been rough because of school (though I have a hell of a bad case of Senioritis, and I fear the disease is growing steadily worse), just the mood I’ve been in. I’ve touched on before on this blog, but I’ve been going through a bit of a depression and I’ve been having one major existential crisis. I’ve been drained of any drive whatsoever as of late, and it’s really sucked. A lot. Though, recently, I seem to be getting better, or at least my thoughts aren’t as dismal as they were several weeks ago. So… yay?

But then something wonderful happened. This last Tuesday I wrote up an article for Buzz Patrol about the world premiere of The Hobbit over in New Zealand. Writing this article led to me looking at many pictures and videos of the premiere, as well as stumbling across this Hobbit parody video (I’m sure Rachel has wondered by now why the song “Shots” has been playing on repeat in my bedroom for the last four days straight. Whoops). Before I knew it, I was posting a Facebook status asking Portland friends to go see the midnight premiere with me, and within a couple hours Valerie and I had teamed up to head a Hobbit viewing party/sleepover.

This whole getting excited for The Hobbit totally has nothing to do with this sudden attraction to Bofur. What? Who said that? Not me. Shut up.

This whole getting excited for The Hobbit thing totally has nothing to do with this sudden attraction to Bofur. What? Who said that? Not me. Shut up.

And now, suddenly, I’m super excited. I’m reminded how much I love the Tolkien franchise in general and Jackson’s films. I’ve remembered how awesome it is to be a fan and get excited over new shit being released. Hell, I already have a favorite dwarf picked out from promotional pictures alone (hint: it’s Bofur).

Then today, for one reason or another, I decided to start rereading The Hobbit. A tumblr friend just finished going through the book for the first time, and I’m pretty sure all of her entries about reading it were what persuaded me to start it up as well. I had sort of resigned to the fact that I wasn’t going to pick up the book until after I see Unexpected Journey, but this morning I grabbed my annotated copy of the book and hauled ass to work. I’m normally a slow reader, so a part of me was worried I wouldn’t be able to get through all of it before Wednesday evening, but seeing as I’m already four chapters in I don’t think I have anything to worry about.

As I was reading The Hobbit in my freezing cold office, grateful that Sunday mornings at the motel are always non-eventful, I started to cry.

I’m so fucking thankful that Peter Jackson’s directing this second trilogy. A while back Guillermo del Toro was set up to direct these films, and while I love del Toro’s work (especially Pan’s Labyrinth), I was saddened to think that the entire feeling of the films would be different than the first trilogy… but that changed. Thank goodness that it changed. We get Jackson again. We get to return to the world of Middle Earth; the same world Jackson established over ten years ago. It’s the same Shire, the same landscape, the same style of costumes and weapons, the same actors returning to reprise roles, and it’s just so fucking wonderful. I’m invigorated with the knowledge that I get to go back to that feeling I had when I was twelve years old and sat down to watch The Fellowship of the Ring for the first time, and so thankful that I get to experience it all over again three more times.

I can’t hardly wait for the fourteenth.


fan girl till the day I die.

21 Aug

I can watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy a million and one times, but even so nothing gets my heart pumping like the battle of Helms Deep or my eyes teary like Sam’s speech. These are, to me, the most well made movies that have ever been. Someday I’ll read the books, and I’m sure I’ll love them, but these movies… These movies have been there for me since I was eleven. They were there for me the hardest year of my life. They are beautiful and wonderful.

An Attempt to Analyze Why Kids Movies Make People (mainly me) Cry

4 Aug

Over the years it has begun to dawn on me: kids movies are really fucking sad.

Now, not all of them, of course. I don’t think I’ve ever cried during Anastasia, Emperor’s New Groove, Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Thumbelina, and so on, all of which being movies I’ve watched since becoming technically an “adult”. Even so, you can’t deny that there is something about kid’s movies that can make a person weepy.

I watched The Iron Giant for the first time in years recently. I went in remembering very little of the film. Here’s what I knew beforehand: kid finds iron giant, kid befriends iron giant, government wants iron giant, government sets off missile, iron giant saves the day. The end. I remembered the ending, but it was a subdued version in my mind. At some point during my watching of the film I thought, “OH. SHIT. THIS MOVIE IS ACTUALLY SAD.” I mean, the whole “I am not a gun” and “you are who you choose to be” mantra throughout the film caused many tears, so by the time the movie got to its climax I was hunched over my office desk, tears streaming down my cheeks, and praying that no one would come in asking for a room.

Wow, did this image really just make me tear up a little? Yes. Yes it did.

Truthfully, this idea that movies aimed at kids being frightfully sad started occurring to me when I was only eleven. Before then I had never cried during a film (well, except during Jumanjee, but those were a six year old’s tears of horror). My family went and saw Monster’s Inc. on Christmas, and by the time the movie was over I could no longer say a film had never made me cry.

Whenever someone goes “Durrrr, why would anyone cry during Monster’s Inc.?” I want to smack them upside the head because they OBVIOUSLY were not paying attention to the whole second half of the film.

As I’ve aged, I’ve gone back and watched many a Disney film I grew up with, and it never surprises me when I end up crying. On separate babysitting occasions I watched Bambi and Dumbo with the kids, and both times I had to leave the room so the kids wouldn’t see me cry. Other Disney movies that have gotten me as I’ve aged are: Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Tarzan, Lion King, Hunchback of Notre Dome, Fox and the Hound, and Lilo and Stitch.

If you didn’t shed a tear during Lilo & Stitch, then congratu-fucking-lations, you don’t have a heart.

Then of course there’s Pixar. Ah Pixar. There are two things I truly believe in life: Joss Whedon will always kill off my favorite character and Pixar films will always make me cry. (The exception here being Cars and Cars 2, of course.) You can’t really argue with this fact when Pixar has a track record of: Finding Nemo, Monsters Inc., The Incredibles, Wall-E, Up, Brave, and Toy Story 3. In fact, I personally think Toy Story 3, Wall-E, and Up are three of the saddest movies to ever exist. You can argue with me on this one all you like, but nothing pulls at my heart strings more than this:

Oof. My heart hurts.

Or this:

Ouuuuch, my heart hurts even more.

Or this:


Other kid’s films that have made me weepy as an adult are: Prince of Egypt, Pebble and the Penguin, The Never Ending Story, and Land Before Time. I feel like I’m leaving a lot of movies out, but keep in mind I’m just listing off the movies I’ve watched in the last five years or so. (Just to be clear: I realize the classic Old Yeller should be on this list somewhere, but my mother did me the great service of refusing to show it to me as a child, knowing it’d break my dog-loving heart, so I’ve never seen it.)

So why is this? Why don’t these movies quite affect us the same way as they did when we were kids? For starters, there’s a certain naivety to children. Children can see when there’s a sad moment in a film, and maybe when the film is over even remark, “It was kinda sad”, but due to their little life experience they find it difficult to connect with films. Or, at least, that’s how it was for me. I never cried over Bambi’s mom or Simba’s dad as a kid, but after I lost my own mother I was suddenly crying at pretty much every death scene that crossed my path; however, I was thirteen by this time, which is probably the appropriate age for kids to start making those deep rooted emotional connections to films that filmmakers often strive for.

And a lot of the time it doesn’t occur to kids how sad a movie is. Hunchback of Notre Dome never made me cry as a kid because, while all the people who didn’t like Quasimodo were meanies, there was always Esmerelda to come save the day and help him out. Truthfully, the character abuse that goes on in that film went completely over my head. NOWADAYS, when I watch it, I cry while bellowing “Leave him aloooooone!”

Yeah. This shit is in a kid’s movie. Crazy stuff.

And it’s not even just kid’s movies from my childhood! I didn’t grow up with Princess and the Frog, Tangled, and the newer Pixar films, but that doesn’t stop me from bawling through them.

Here’s Hank Green depicting the appropriate response when watching Tangled.

Plus, when all is said and done, I’m an overtly emotional gal. I cried at parts of Big Daddy, Clerks II, and Knocked Up. I’ve cried State Farm commercials (yeah, that’s right, PLURAL). So maybe this is all just me and I’m the only person who gets emotional during kids films. Actually, yeah, this probably is the case, but ah well. The truth of the matter is, kids films are a delicate art. They are given less lengths of time, due to kid’s lacking spans of attention, so they have less time than movies for adults to get their message across, while still managing to stay fun, entertaining, and touching. Kid’s movies are also allowed much more magic, it seems, than adult films. Maybe I would’ve liked Network more if Howard had some talking animal friends. Maybe 8 1/2 wouldn’t have bored me to tears if Guido and Luisa had a duet while surrounded by hundreds of floating lanterns. Maybe the Scorsese version of Caper Fear wouldn’t have sucked so much if – no, wait, nothing could stop that movie from sucking, never mind.

The fact of the matter is, even though I’m a twenty-two year old functioning adult, I like kid movie and watch them on a regular basis. I like when they are able to hold up emotional material for me to connect to. Chances are I’ll have a better time watching a Disney film than almost any film that the AFI movie list is telling me is far superior.

Sorry boys, but I’ll take Lion King over Gone with the Wind any day.

Taking a Stance || Why More People Should Go to the Movies by Themselves

27 Jul

Warning: this entry proves that college has turned me into a cynical, grumpy, anti-social fuck.

Ever since I saw the trailer for Safety Not Guaranteed only a month or so ago I knew I wanted to see it. An indie film starring Aubrey Plaza and the hot guy who makes turtle faces on New Girl that’s all about time travel? Sign me up! I posted a Facebook status asking if anyone wanted to tag along yesterday to see it with me, but did not garner any response. After some deliberation today on my morning run I decided to fuck it all and go see it anyway by my lonesome.

After a brief awkward transaction between me and the dude working at the theater counter – where I got to avoid eye contact and pretend he didn’t know me or the fact that I was at one point roommates with someone who worked there and quit pretty aggressively – I went down that little alleyway in the back to get to my designated theater. As I entered the movie theater, I was slightly shocked to see it was empty. Not a soul in sight. I took up residence in the center seat and I contemplated whether seeing a movie by myself in a theater all to myself was either super lonely or super bad ass.

I decided on super bad ass.

I was getting accustomed to this idea of having the movie theater to myself. I could laugh as loud as I wanted, scream profanity at the screen, sob if the moment arouse, kick up my feet, and not give a single fuck because there would be no one there to mind. Of course, a minute after becoming psyched to be alone, an older couple came in… then another older couple… and then, finally, one last older couple. I was irrefutably bummed out.

Before I get into my rant that only goes to further prove my anti-social tendencies, I will say this: Safety Not Guaranteed is fan-fucking-tastic. It’s a charming little piece with a whole lot of heart. Aubrey Plaza plays a character who shares some definite traits with April Ludgate, but is also definitely not a clone of everyone’s favorite pessimistic secretary. The plot was lovely, all the characters were likeable, lots of character growth happened (at least among two of the main characters), and, yeah, all around lovely piece. If you can, go see it soon, because it’s probably not long for theaters.

Anyway, back to complaining.

As I sat surrounded by these three older couples (I was, quite literally, the only person under fifty in that theater), I began contemplating why people don’t go to the movies by themselves more often. I mean, sure, if a group of people, or even a couple, want to see the same movie, then yeah, going accompanied makes sense. But it seems to me that going by yourself makes even more sense. Here’s my train of thought:

  1. There is nothing more annoying than people loudly talking to each other during a movie (there was a woman in the theater today who would not shut up). I’m unfortunately one of those people who does not have the guts to turn around and ask, “Will you please be quiet?” So instead I get to fume in my chair and be grumpy the rest of the time. When you go by yourself, not only are you not taking away from other people’s moving going experiences, but you don’t get distracted by whomever you’re with in conversation and end up missing a good chunk of the film. (Side note: my dad seems to think his whisper’s a lot quieter than it actually is, so whenever we see a film together he always ends up talking loudly. It makes me feel awful for everyone around us.)
  2. Going on dates to movies have never made much sense to me. Unless you’ve been dating this person for a long time or you’re just killing time or, I dunno, you wanna make out in the movie theater, it doesn’t make any sense. I mean, I’ve done it before, and that’s why I know it doesn’t make sense. You’re not interacting with the person you’re with. You’re not getting to know each other. You’re just sitting in a dark theater watching a film. It’s different than, say, watching a movie/TV show at home together, because there’s a lot more room for interaction in those circumstances. Plus there’s a pause button. The first date I ever went on back in my junior year of high school was to see a movie, and it is probably the most boring date I’ve ever been on (no offense, Chris, if you’re reading this. Totally had a huge crush on you at the time, but yeah, going to see that TMNT movie wasn’t exactly my ideal date).
  3. Seeing a film by yourself gives you more leeway in being yourself. As I mentioned before when I thought I had the theater to myself so I could laugh loudly and cry if need be, it pretty much applies to going to films by myself. Have you ever seen a film with someone and had to hold in a laugh at a really inappropriate part of the movie for fear of offending the party you’re with? I have. I’ve also had to hide the fact that I’ve cried at a film way too many times. When you go by yourself you don’t really give a fuck who you offend when you laugh and you certainly don’t care about holding back tears.
  4. This one might just be me, but I’m in the bad habit where I glance nonstop and whomever I’m with to see if they’re enjoying/disliking the film as much as I am. This, in short, takes me out of the film far too many times, which sucks.
  5. My absolute favorite thing about seeing films alone is that you get to contemplate the film you saw when you’re done. After seeing Safety today I got to make my twenty minute walk home all by myself, allowing me to think on the story I had just been presented with. Same goes for when I saw The Descendants back in January. Hell, the first movie I ever saw by myself was The Namesake, and I remember going to a park and walking around and just getting lost in thought over the film. Isn’t that the purpose of film? To make us contemplate life and think about the larger questions? I guess some films exist purely for entertainment, but the films that make you wonder… there’s no denying how lovely of an experience that is.

I’m not saying people should stop going to see movies with other people all together. I know I’m not. I’m almost certain that whatever I end up seeing next I will, without a doubt, be accompanied by someone else. I’m just saying if there’s a movie you really want to see… well, maybe try going to it by yourself. Who knows. You might have a great time.

And yeah, maybe this whole entry was written solely because I’m trying to prove to myself that I’m totally fine with my ‘always-go-to-the-movies-together’ buddy now living in another country, leaving me to have no one to drag to the theater, but maybe this is a good thing. Maybe from now on my movie going buddy can just be me. And I don’t think that’s such a bad thing. Not at all.

Movie Characters I’m More Than A Little In Love With

10 Jun

Not celebrities, movie characters. Important to keep in mind.

15. Mark Darcy. I think it’s near impossible for any female to watch Bridget Jones Diary and not swoon at Mark Darcy’s “I like you, very much, just the way you are” speech. Even if he does wear a hideous reindeer sweater.

14. The Prime Minister. Everyone usually goes on about how the “To me, you are perfect” part of Love Actually is the best moment of the film and, okay, yeah, that part is pretty damn romantic, but this storyline is my favorite out of all of them. I love how he instantly falls for Natalie, and how awkwardly adorable he is around her the rest of the film. Not to mention the kiss at the end. And the dance he does in his office is just the best.

13. Grigg. I’m pretty sure the only reason I bought The Jane Austen Book Club DVD was solely for this character. He is geektastic, attractive, and adorkable. Plus, y’know how there are some movie kisses that you go back and rewatch again and again? Yeah. This was one of them for me.

12.  Duckie Dale. The day a guy comes into my office and reenacts the dance from Pretty in Pink is the day my heart will truly be won over. Oh. And Andy’s an idiot. I would’ve chosen Duckie over Blaine in a heartbeat.

11. Inigo Montoya. I feel like before there was this stupid Team Edward and Team Jacob nonesense, there was Team Inigo and Team Wesley. And I was Team Inigo. All the way. I even have the sixth grade fanfiction to prove it.

10. Hector Barbossa. Yes, he’s older than my father, but honestly? If I had a choice of being stuck on a desert island with Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa, or Will Turner, I would choose Barbossa every goddamn time. There is something so sexy about that pirate. My lady parts can’t handle it.

9. Andy DufresneI find the character of Andy so remarkably fantastic. His little spiel about never losing hope always manages to get me. And, not gonna lie, it’s the hair. Look at that hair. That is some damn attractive hair on a generally attractive man.

8. Ray Stantz. Most likely the most dork-tastic movie hero of all time. Impossible for the geek in me not to love him.

7. Guido Orefice. This is my idea of the ideal romantic man. Everything he does for Dora is inconceivably heartwarming. Their kiss under the table is one of my all time favorite movie moments, and his “I’d like to make love you” ranks up there as well. And this movie has made the phrase “Buongiorno Principessa” something I’d love for a man to say to me someday.

6. Bruce Banner. Absolutely. There is something so strong about this character, but also something so heart rendering. I just want to hold his hand.

5. Randal Graves. He’s crude, perverted, rude, a terrible employee, and kind of a dick. Yet, at the same time, he’s extremely well spoken, arguably intelligent, and can whip a motivational speech out of his ass faster than you can say “thirty-seven dicks”. And while I may deny having a crush on Jeff Anderson’s Randal in Clerks II (total lie, by the way), you cannot deny he is one attractive guy in Clerks.

4.  Racetrack Higgins. Oh baby, an Italian-American boy who can sing and tap dance? Yeah, right up my alleyway.

3. Han Solo. No explanation needed.

2. Elwood Blues. Be still my heart! Elwood will always be up there in my list of movie character crushes. Can’t say no to a guy who can pull off the suit, fedora, and sun glasses look 24/7, not to mention can sing, dance, and play the harmonica. (Also? Young Dan Aykroyd? Meow.)

1. Cameron Frye. Love of my fucking life.

Words from Others

10 Mar

I’m feeling a tad lazy today, so here are some of my all time favorite quotes… and by “some” I mean “a lot”. These are all quotes from movies/plays/TV/books/etc. I do have a lot of quotes from people in my life, and maybe I’ll share those someday, but for now I’m just gonna share these ones.



“[Muppets] are just such a force for good, and I know that’s crazy to hear me talk about it, but I’m in love with them. They remind us of the best version of ourselves. They’re who we wanted to be when we were kids.”
— Jason Segel

“Well this is a place that you, that you all made together so that you could find one another. The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people. That’s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them and they needed you. To remember. And let go.”
— Christian Shepard, LOST

“I’m a person who relies very heavily on intuition and feeling out the situation, so I’ve never really made a five-year plan or anything like that, if it’s right, it will fall into place and if not, I understand.”
— Emma Stone

“Today I felt completely awake, like my heart was as big as the moon.”
— Ray, Bored to Death

“Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.”
— Hamlet

“Maybe you don’t need the whole world to love you, you know, maybe you just need one person.”
— Kermit, The Muppets

“Yeah, well, I’ve got a dream too. But it’s about singing and dancing and making people happy. That’s the kind of dream that gets better the more people you share it with.”
— Kermit the Frog, The Muppet Movie

“They don’t even know they’re doing the same thing as everyone else, just using a different name. Entertaining themselves. Missing it. Lying. None of them care about pole vaulting or dreams.”

“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand […] once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
The Velveteen Rabbit

“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie to close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
— Stephen King

“I want to be Proust or the Marquis de Sade. I would like to be Christ, Mohammad, Buddha, but not have to believe in God.”
— Guido, Nine

“Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwords that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”
— Whistler, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“I live for the day when an actor can walk on stage, stand stock still and have an audience applaud in sheer wonder that – in spite of plague, politics and the foolishness of this age – this thing has managed to stay alive.”
— Shag, Equivocation

“If you’re not scared you’re not taking a chance, and if you’re not taking a chance then what the hell are you doing?”
— Ted, How I Met Your Mother

“I can’t control my destiny. I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There’s only now, there’s only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.”

“Family is more than blood. It’s about trust, about love, about those who embrace you – the real you – unconditionally.”
— Samuel, Heroes

“I mean Hank, the movie was great, but the thirty minutes before the movie started was what I love about being a nerd. Because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. We don’t have to be like, ‘Oh yeah that purse is okay’ or like, ‘Yeah, I like that band’s early stuff.’ Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself-love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they are saying is, ‘You like stuff’, which is just not a good insult at all, like ‘You are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.”
— John Green

“Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.”
— Arthur Miller

“Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will.”
— Spike, Buffy

“If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here.”
— Brooke Fraser

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us; leaving nothing but a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that our eyes once watered.”
— Guildenstern; Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

“But the thing is … but what I wanted to say is, you know when you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all “Grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid” and that’s it. Nah. The truth is the world is so much stranger than that, it’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.”
— Elliot, Doctor Who

“The Venn Diagram of guys who don’t like smart girls and guys you don’t want to date is a circle.”
— John Green

“Oh mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above?”
— Fleetwood Mac

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”
— C.S. Lewis

“The funny thing about writing is that whether you’re doing it well or you’re doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That is actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.”
— John Green

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
— Mark Twain

“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”
— Audrey Hepburn

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
— Hazel Grace, The Fault in Our Stars

“Had my brother really seen me somehow, or was he merely a little boy telling beautiful lies?”
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska

“No, no, no…you’ve got it all wrong… you can’t act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen – it’s not gasps and blood and falling about – that isn’t what makes it death. It’s just a man failing to reappear, that’s all – now you see him, now you don’t, that’s the only thing that’s real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back – an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.”
— Guildenstern; Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

“Hearts will never be made practical until they can be made unbreakable.”
The Wizard of OZ

“If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.”
— Andy Rooney

“As long as there were singing frogs and joking bears, Swedish chefs and boomerang fish, the world couldn’t be that bad of a place.”
— Walter, The Muppets

“I will not say ‘do not weep’ for not all tears are an evil.”
— Gandalf, Return of the King

“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
— A.A. Milne

My Oscar Predictions for this year

26 Feb

So, I was going to do an entry on how I don’t understand how bowling ever became a professional sport and how much I hate it when construction workers think it’s a great idea to leave road signs in bike lines (as a biker, I am very annoyed by this), but then I realized what today is.


Shall I be watching? Yes. Granted, I’ll be doing homework at the same time, but I’ll try diligently to get as much done during commercials. I’m not watching the red carpet stuff right now, even though I know the Muppets are there, because, quite honestly, I have so much homework to do I feel like I’m going to die. Plus the red carpet stuff is pretty boring.

Anyway, I always make Oscar predictions, but I always forget to write them down so I sometimes forget who I’m rooting for when it comes to the big day.


Best Picture: While I did really love The Descendants and Midnight in Paris the most out of all the Best Picture contenders, I’m under the firm belief the award will go to The Artist.

Best Director: Gonna guess Michel Hazanavicius for The Artist.

Best Actor: If it doesn’t go to George Clooney I will scream. I read an article yesterday saying it was going to go to Clooney because the Academy feels it’s his “time” to get one. Bullshit. Did you even see that movie? He is fantastic in it. He fully deserves that Oscar. I won’t be surprised if it goes to Dujardin, but I’m really rooting for Clooney on this one.

Best Actress: Viola Davis. I mean, The Help is the only one of these movies I’ve seen, but I thought she did a pretty great job in it and from what I’ve heard she’s a shoe in, so, this is just a safe bet.

Best Supporting Actor: Remember when I said if George Clooney doesn’t get the award for Best Actor I’ll scream? Well if Christopher Plummer doesn’t get Best Supporting Actor I will punch you in the face.

Best Supporting Actress: Octavia Spencer for The Help. Very well deserved.

Best Original Screenplay: Dear god I hope it’s Midnight in Paris. (It was just brought to my attention that Bridesmaids is nominated, so let me just say that I would be equally, if not more, happy if Bridesmaids took home the screenplay award!)

Best Adapted Screenplay: I’m tremendously hoping for The Descendants. The only other one of these I’ve seen is Ides of March, and that one definitely doesn’t deserve the win for screenplay. I’ve heard good things about Tinker and Hugo, but the screenplay for Descendants was so beautiful.

Best Animated Feature: I did not see any of these… so… Rango?

Best Foreign Film: I also did not see any of these… so… I’m just gonna randomly guess… A Separation.

Best Documentary: UH. WHY IS Being Elmo NOT NOMINATED? That’s stupid. I likewise didn’t see any of these films and know nothing about them, so my random guess: Hell and Back Again.

Best Short Documentary: See above comment. Random guess: God is the Bigger Elvis (cause I like the title).

Best Live Action Short Film: Ugh. Um. Raju?

Best Animated Short Film: The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. It’s a BEAUTIFUL piece of work, and I recommend you go watch it right now! It’s all up on youtube!

Best Original Score: The Artist.

Best Original Song: Man or Muppet. If George Clooney is to screaming as Christopher Plummer is to me punching you in the face, then if The Muppets don’t win I will set your face on fire.

Best Sound Editing: War Horse

Best Sound Mixing: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Best Art Direction: Midnight in Paris

Best Cinematography: The Tree of Life

Best Makeup: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Best Costume Design: Jane Eyre

Best Film Editing: The Artist

Best Visual Effects: Planet of the Apes


And yup! Those are my guessimations! Now off to get a ton of homework done before the ceremony begins!