Spectator. Procrastinator. Pop Culture Enthusiast.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Cloud City Running Club
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Review Time: Make Up by Michelle Phan
Saturday, October 11, 2014
RELAUNCH! And Jane Austen
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries
Lost in Austen
Persuasion
Bridget Jones's Diary
BBC's Pride and Prejudice
Tell me: who wouldn't want to see this unfold?
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Movie Night and Reminiscing About the Teenage Experience
My motivation for seeing the film now, as opposed to waiting for it on DVD like I normally would, was based on it being mentioned as a potential Oscar contender for Best Adapted Screenplay. For some reason I’ve decided this is the year I’m going to have seen all the films mentioned in the Oscar race before the Oscars actually air, as opposed to how I normally watch Oscar films: after they’ve won and can merit nothing but my dismay that nothing about them lived up to the hype. This is a disappointing way to watch movies year after year, so while attempting to do my due diligence as an aspiring screenwriter I seem to have strayed into someone else’s teenage film. I did not know Tuesday “Dollar Movie Night!” was the go-to mecca for teens in the area, and having come from a sparsely attended 8:00PM movie earlier that evening (The Sessions, which I may write about later), I was not expecting a crowd that reflected opening night attendance at 10:00PM and seemed to be comprised (almost) entirely of teenagers. Said teens appeared to have at least a passing familiarity with each other as they took their seats and began casing the joint for other familiar faces to excitedly wave to, or, of course, text, because talking is gauche for the youth of America. I felt incredibly old and out of place and wondered if it had been silly of me to be so keen on seeing a film that was clearly not addressing my demographic, but my misgivings were fleeting and I even managed to repress any urge to tell the boys behind me to stop jerking the whole row around as they crossed and uncrossed their ankles from over the seatbacks.
All that said, I now have to say it was the perfect environment in which to watch this movie. I did not know being a teenager has a smell, but it does, and it smells like: sour gummy worms, fruit-based body sprays, spiced rum in a giant cherry cola that the whole row is sharing, too much aftershave, hair products, and the soles of hot shoes. It sounded like giggles and whispers and crackling wrappers and squeaking seats and shifting feet, but throughout the movie all their fidgeting just kept me in mind of who I was watching the movie with, and how the drama unfolding on the screen probably seemed like an extension of their own lives just then. For me it was about indulgent smiles, remembering certain feelings or being able to appreciate how well the film captured the general painful self-consciousness of being a teenager. These kids, however, were so engaged with the movie, squirming along with every awkward on-screen kiss and laughing in sympathy at every exasperated expression. When the two main protagonists finally kissed the entire room fell into a breathless silence. The whole theater moaned in unison at shocking revelations, and I heard more than one sniffle when one of the characters had to go away to college. I can remember that end-of-high-school feeling, that rapid unraveling of the cocoon. Without my Oscars resolution I would have watched this movie alone at home and smiled over what it made me remember, but watching along with such an engaged audience put me on some sort of empathetic teenage-hormone high, and by the end of the movie when everyone clapped (again, in a 10PM screening on a Tuesday night at the dollar theater) I somehow felt that I had, like, just watched a movie that really GETS being a teenager. It actually tied in beautifully with one of the final monologues, about knowing that the rest of life was coming, even as you’re living your youth, and you can feel those moments that are just going to be memories some day. I could feel all the energy in the room practically zero in on that part, and I absolutely remember having that feeling, too, and deciding to embrace any particularly joyous moment even tighter because of it. But it also made me realize how much I’ve grown (although as I exited the theater and sidled past groups of teens still searching the faces around them for someone they might know, I kept repeating to myself “I still get carded. I still get carded. I have good skin. They may not know.”).
As I drove home and recovered from my relapse into acute self-awareness, I felt more of a sweet nostalgia, as opposed to any yearning, for my teenage years. Yeah, I wish I’d been a little cooler. I wish I would have known that everyone else felt just as uncertain about everything as I did. I also wanted to text my high school best friend and go, “I finally found out where everyone was going all those nights we drove around wondering what other kids were up to!”, because, seriously, dollar movies -who knew? But the world is so small when you’re a teenager. It’s shocking to discover how big it gets once you’re out of the playpen of high school, and it’s dismaying to find that all those relationships you thought were so important were mostly relationships of convenience or circumstance.
There’s a certain amount of delicious anticipation in first experiences that I guess is what all coming-of-age films are about, and that’s probably why we keep coming back to them. I’d hazard to guess they’re so popular because those same experiences eventually become mundane as they wend their way into our adult lives. But it was nice for a night to be reminded of that blind enthusiasm that thrives in teenagers, and to get a little contact high and feel like, even for me, life hasn’t stopped being full of wonderful possibilities.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Engineering Miracles
Today is a rare day, not only because of the date, but because when I woke up it was so cold and gray all I wanted to do was stay in and be cozy and watch Lifetime Christmas movies and not go to work…and then work got cancelled. Serendipitous! Only instead of leaping into a pair of sweatpants and gleefully cackling through over-engineered romantic slapstick and schmaltz, I apparently consented to let my computer eat my morning, and that morning has consisted of me forming the resolve to finally start posting on my blog. There's an array of sites I've bookmarked for inspiration purposes that have, instead, served to intimidate me out of bothering to write anything, but today for some reason none of them seemed all that great. Perhaps today I just care less. Either way, the Band-Aid has been ripped off, the seal has been broken, the Rule of Three has been invoked and cannot be left hanging. From here on out it will be all essays, reviews, musings, and perhaps the occasional seasonally-appropriate holiday limerick. Welcome aboard.