Monday, April 19, 2010

The definition of déjà vu…

 I am a totally Movie Junkie. I recently was berating a coworker for never seeing Crybaby. (one of my favorite movies of all time.) But then I realized there are so many movies that have impacted our culture that I have never seen. 

So I set off on a necessary path to righteousness, or at least to see Pretty in Pink. I loved the Breakfast Club and have always held a little flame for Emilio Estevez since Mighty Ducks fame. (Pacey Whitter! Hello!) But the biggest surprise about PIP is not the monstrocity that was Molly Ringwald's prom dress. ( I get it, she was an individual who was fashion forward and everyone else just didn't get it. Nevertheless, that dress was fucking ugly.)

No, the biggest surprise was seeing James Spader in his younger years. I am not a huge fan of his, honestly I've seen him in a few movies but forget what they are after viewing them. It's like that, with one big exception.

Secretary.


One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. Ah, dinner never sounded so sexy.



 
Oh Dear Lord, how much do I love this movie! The chemistry between Spader and Gyllenhal is electric. They are both such fucked up individuals who find each other. I know that some people might be turned off my Sub/Dom relationships and it certainly isn't the Notebook class love story. But when you look past the fact that they are brought together by subversive means; it is a real love story. It's about how people can hold others at arm's length at times and how love can help us want to be better people, with spankings— And carrots— and riding crops.



Watching this movie also made me realize how many movies are out there that I haven't yet seen. Including Reality Bites. You know the movie about laissez faire twenty something's trying to find their way. It has Winona before she got all sticky fingers, Ben Stiller looking super young and yuppyish, Steve Zahn who was recently quoted in Rolling Stone to saying "if you google Steve Zahn's ass you'll get like 10 images." (and of course now I can't find the link to save my life...) and  Janeane Garofalo before…well before she disappeared, I guess.



Speaking of her— I totally though that she was the voice of Daria, you know the cartoon that was on MTV in the late 90's? Or was it early 2000's? Who knows…



Any ways watching the movie I couldn't help but think about how handsome that Ethan Hawke was. He was so perfect in the movie as the brooding, Kurt Cobain wanna be. It was adorable even when he was being a huge douche and singing that Violent Femmes song; Add it up. (Which totally won me over—I love that song)

I look at your pants and I need a kiss. 

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