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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today


This is not me, nor is this my German friend. This is some random girl that I shall name Molly.

Well, what’s happening today? A Lord of the Rings marathon, that’s what!! My friends and I are hanging out in order to spend more time with another friend who, after ten months, is going back to Germany. She’s an exchange student, so yeah…

There’s nothing like a LotR marathon to send someone off! Just add some crisps, coffee chocolate and ice cream, and it’s a part-ayy!!

Damn, we’re so lame -_-‘

Oh well. Watch this video. It never fails to lighten the mood.

Dirty Girl (2010)


Perfect film is perfect.

I’m using this poster because the other on is pink. ‘Nuff said.

It’s a rare occasion that I actually go and write about the movies I watch nowadays, so it only goes to show how much this one has affected me. Dirty Girl (2010) focuses on two friends Danielle and Clark, though they certainly weren’t that at the beginning of the film — but then again, all good stories begin with strangers.

Danielle is known in her school as the “dirty girl” while Clarke is the closeted gay boy. The entire thing is set in the 80s, so being promiscuous and inclined towards the same sex is kind of frowned upon compared to modern society’s standards. The fact that these two individuals find in themselves similarities that build the foundation of their friendship goes to show that you’ll never know what life throws at you. So, embrace it. YOLO.

The film, to me, had a very big impact since I find it so easy to empathize with the characters. Succinctly, we have:

  • girl with daddy issues
  • an abused homosexual
  • a single mother who, all along, was doing the best for her daughter
  • another mother who is silenced by her husband (as, I assume, during the time some women were — and still are, if I’m frank)

And if you mix them all together in a hotpot of comedy turned road trip turned melodrama turned comedy again, we have an enjoyable film for a Friday night — or I suppose Wednesday night. I’m not ashamed of it, but I cried.

Bawled.

Buckets and buckets of it. Tears were dripping from my nose, that’s how emotional I was.

I mean, Danielle reaction when she realizes that her father (played by Tim McGraw, by the way) has a family and a little girl of his own? You could practically hear the thoughts swimming around in her head! That little kid could have been me. It was clear in Juno Temple‘s reaction, and that’s why she’s one of my favorite actresses. I’ve liked her before in Wild Child and St. Trinian’s, but this film has cemented my adoration of her skills.

You know you’re watching a good movie (and by good, I mean good for you as the viewer personally) when you start the film entranced by the — how do I explain this? — the buildup of the narrative. This is before you begin thinking about the characters, the setting, the props, the cinematography. And then slowly, just as the plot thickens you begin to admire how the director uses certain camera angles to express certain points. And then halfway through, you forget about those things — forget about the camera shots, the wardrobe, the dialogue and the awesome-tastic cars

…You simply enjoy the film for what it is: a coming of age flick, you can say. A testament to friendship. Mother-daughter bonds. Filial and social responsibilities that transcend eras. Awesome-tastic cars.

Some people might not view this film as I do. Heck, even I might not see this film like I see it now, if you ask me about it a six months from now. This is what I think of it now and I suppose that’s all that matters.

This is a wonderful movie. Go watch it if you haven’t yet.

Well, what are you doing? Shoo! Get the DVD (or whatever it is you kids use these days… BluRay?) and plonk it into your player/laptop/TV. Whatever. I swear, it’s worth it.

Over and out.

Pride and Prejudice: Mr Darcy’s First Proposal


Burn, Darcy. Burn!

So we finally covered Mr Darcy’s proposal in English Literature class and let’s just say that as the teacher read the passage, I was mouthing the words and hearing in my mind the swoon-worthy tone of Matthew Macfadyen. I am aware that there are other Mr Darcys out there, though I know the 2004 movie adaptation is far from being the most accurate to the novel, I still think Macfadyen wins as the ‘top Darcy’ simply because of his voice.

Oh, and the passion between their characters! It’s just so… ohmigoshsogreat, y’know?? It completely takes my breath away. And then I thought about my third* favourite Darcy, and how Colin Firth managed to make you feel sorry for him even though he insults Elizabeth so thoroughly. In the 1996 television version, I absolutely love the proposal scene because not only does it stay true to the novel, but Ehle’s coldness was how I imagined Elizabeth to react.

Though Keira Knightley was great and everything, I felt the scene was dramatised too much. I mean, c’mon! The prophetic fallacy? The raining? It get’s old, man. Besides, Ehle’s Elizabeth was strong, and she didn’t nearly kiss Darcy in the heat of passion… unlike Knightley. ^_^

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Tuck Everlasting (2002)


The moral of this story is to live — I know that despite all this hype about vampires and immortality in today’s modern media, there is no such thing as living forever. So it’s not as if you actually have a choice to not live. At least, not in the literal sense. You can go about your life going to school and work and seeing your family, but some of the time, people forget to live. Really live, and not just be there.

Watching the movie adaptation of Tuck Everlasting,one of my all-time favourite books, was a wonderful experience. The story made me cry, though I suppose the way it was compiled or created or something didn’t allow me to fully immerse myself into the story. I admit I shed a few tears, but not enough to be considered full-out bawling, which I really wanted to do because Jesse and Winnie should be together!!

*ahem*

Their love had the potential to go the distance... if only Jesse's mortality (or lack thereof) wasn't in the way.

What they had was the glory of first love; it was sweet, innocent, and the heartbreak was so palpable I’m still feeling the gnawing ache in my chest. However, the story’s moral made it so they can’t be together because honestly, living for eternity is a daunting thing comprehend. Don’t tell Bella I said this, but leaving your friend and family behind to be with your boyfriend is kind of selfish. You can forgo having a sweetheart (and it will be painful, I’m sure), but you can’t do the same with your family. Family is family. They’re blood, y’know?

Anyway, I find it… refreshing that Winnie didn’t drink from the ‘Fountain of Youth’, and that she lived a long and happy life. She married a certain Mr Jackson*, was a “dear wife” and a “dear mother”… what more could she ask for?

If Jesse wasn’t immortal, then I could totally see him and Winnie together. They could grow old and have children, and those children will have children and so on. But he was immortal, and so Winnie had to be mature and level-headed about drinking from that spring. In the long run, she might grow to resent him. Miles for sure resents the life he lives, and Winnie saw that.

But oh, it’s just so sad!! Jesse would be forever alone, because he promised to love Winnie until “the day [he] died.” It was cheesy at first, but then I realised that he was referring to his immortality and I was oh, he’ll love her forever. Awwwww!

Poignant, eh? This is a wonderful story. You must read the book before watching the movie, though, in order to get the full effect.

*Random Thought: Doesn’t anyone else find it strange that Winnie marries a Mr Jackson, and the actor who plays Jesse Tuck happens to be Jonathan Jackson? Coincidence? Most likely, but I think not!! *grin*

Efforts in Balancing


This is me making up for my admiration of the Twilight Saga. Sorry, Potterverse! *sheepish smile*

The pictures are clearly not mine, having found them in this wonderful Tumblr account. If you’re a Pothead, you better subscribe to it. And if you’re a bigger Pothead, subscribe to my account as well. It’s not officially Harry Potter related, but I reblog a lot of Potter things ;)

Breaking Dawn, Part 1 (2011)


It’s no secret that I have a love-hate relationship with the Twilight Saga. When I was younger, I was an avid fan. Years later I admit I’m still a fan, but a small part of me is ashamed because… well, it’s Twilight. Book-wise, I admire Meyer’s poetic prose but abhor the way she made her characters a different version of Mary Sue. Movie-wise, I suppose I loved each and every one when they came out, but I have to say I won’t go rushing to watch them immediately. They were full of bad acting, cringe-worthy dialogue and why on earth do they linger on the kissing scenes/shirtless men?! (Sorry, that’s the prude in me talking xD)

Anyway, I watched Breaking Dawn, Part 1 yesterday with my girls. I was tapping into the fan-girl in me and was completely hyped up and excited for some Jasper love *ahem* Bella/Edward love. If I’m to be honest with myself, I wasn’t putting much hope on the technicalities of the movie. I promised myself that I like Twilight simply for the fan-girl moments, not the ahh-mazing acting or the epic-tastic dialogue… but you know what? The second I laid eyes on that huge screen in the cinema, I was floored.

Well, not literally, but you know what I mean.

  1. First and foremost, I found Kristen Stewart‘s acting more believable. She was wide-eyes and smiling and she rarely stuttered or looked down — and I swear I only saw her mouth open a few times. (And please don’t be harsh to me, I’m a fan of KStew!)
  2. Secondly, the wedding scenes… In the words of Angela Weber all the way back in Twilight: Oh. My. God. I completely loved it! I was afraid that it would be super romantic and so cheesy (and it was in a way), but I just fell in love with — no, not Bella and Edward, but Renée and Charlie. The former was completely harebrained and the latter so dry-humoured, they were just… wow, to me.
  3. The cinematography was amazing. There were parallels with Twilight, such as the bird’s eye view of the forests and stuff, and parallels with New Moon with the gigantic statue of Christ the Redeemer. The various use of camera shots, the one that comes to mind is the boat shot when Bella and Edward were travelling to Isle Esme, definitely kept the movie interesting as well.
  4. Lastly, there was the dialogue. The entire film did not focus on the ‘woe is me, I’m in love with a vampire/in love with a human/in love with a human in love with a vampire’ crap. Because of this, I felt the characters to be more believable. Shocking, right? I mean, Rosalie was actually acting human (in the loosest sense of the word).

Of course, I can’t just shout praises for the movie. It’s wonderful and all, but it’s not perfect. (The horrible, non-Twilight fan part of me is saying “It’s still Twilight, after all… hahaha.)

  • For one thing, I can’t help but wonder that the scene after Bella and Edward’s first night together, when it is revealed to the audience the bruises Edward gave Bella, was slightly promoting abuse. Bella was all “it’s fine” and “they don’t hurt, not compared to the awesome, awesome sex we had last night”. Am I the only one who sees this?
  • And then there’s Edward wanting to abort baby Renesmee. I know it’s for the sake of the plot and everything, but WHOA. I am pro-life, so bad Eddie!
  • Then there’s also Bella’s transformation into a vampire. Could they promote perfection even more?! I mean, I’m happy with the way I am and could not ask for anything better but… even I took a hit for my self-esteem. Damn.
  • Finally, there’s the whole “I’ve imprinted on your vampire-human baby” — some say it’s pedophilia, and the argument there is that the werewolf doesn’t have to be the imprintee’s lover immediately: they could be a friend, a brother, or whatever she wants him to be. But my rebuttal to that is “isn’t that a tad incestuous if you first become her brother and then her lover?” But hey, that’s just my view on things. A plot is a plot, after all.

Overall, I found the movie riveting because if it were otherwise, I won’t still be on this Breaking Dawn high I seem to be on right now. If you’re not a Twilight fan before this movie then perhaps it’s too late for you to convert, but I strongly believe this particular movie has a chance to do so. I’m not putting my hopes up, but that’s just my opinione. Breaking Dawn, Part 1 totally surprised me… but in a good way.

By the way: is it just me or does Peter Facinelli look a bit like Tom Cruise?? o_O Oh, and was it just me or was Stephenie Meyer in the crowd of wedding guests?? Huh…

Reverting Back to Gleekiness


Watching the trailer below makes me want to revert back to being a gleek.

I stopped watching sometime in Season 2, when everything just because too complicated for me to follow. I still listen to their song though, so I haven’t completely turned my back on the hit TV series… yeah.

Celebrity Crush of the Moment: Will Smith

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I may not be familiar with The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air beyond the fact that my friend has recommended it to me a couple of times, but this scene that I stumbled upon really made me cry. I could relate to it, you know? I’ve just had a bad day and I need all the reassurance I could get, and lo and behold! I see this clip! *grin*

I can do this, you know? Survive life and all the mess it hands to you.

There’s a role model here in Will. I mean, he’s got a brilliant work ethic, a total family guy AND he’s acting range is pretty wide. From Fresh Prince to Pursuit of Happyness? Yeah ^_^ One of these days, I might just watch Hitchcock and see what all the fuss is about.

10 Things I Hate About You


Today was a really bad day and I seriously needed a pick-me-up. However, since I couldn’t find any large tubs of ice-cream in the shops on my way home from school, I figured watching a film from a decade ago ought to make me feel better.

Yeah, I’m a sucker for ‘old’ movies….

…That, and I like Julia Stiles. *grin* She was wonderful in Save the Last Dance, plus she was the girl in The Prince and Me, right??

Anyway, I watched 10 Things I Hate About You. What caught my attention was not just the catchy title, but also the fact that it’s based on one of Shakespeare’s plays, The Taming of the Shrew. And given that my experience with Shakespeare’s works include only a few sonnets, the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet and whatever my English Lit. class has covered in Hamlet, I can’t say how much the film was based on the play. However, I plan to remedy that in the future.

I figured it watching it was worth a shot. My experience with modern remakes of Shakespeare is pretty good. (She’s the Man with Amanda Bynes comes to mind.) Suffice to say, I enjoyed the movie because not only did it distract me for an hour and a half, but Kat totally inspired me to be a shrew er, I mean to be a kind of person who does not follow the crowd. One who expresses what they think is right. One who does what they want despite it being uncool.

Of course, it does help that at the very beginning of the movie, Joan Jett’s ‘Bad Reputation’ was blasting from her car stereo. \m/ And my favourite quote from the entire movie is when Patrick says “Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?” to Kat.

And Kat’s sonnet, which is what the title of the film is all about:

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Ohh, isn’t it sweet? Putting up a front and mistaking hatred for love… *sigh*

Random thought: I found it weird seeing Joseph Gordon-Levitt and David Krumholtz so young. I suppose I’m just used to them looking much older…