Anyone seen this movie?

I haven't seen it yet, will do so soon. What did you think of it?

*cough*

Entertainment Today's list of Top 10 Hunks of 2008. I think I dislike?

1. Robert Pattinson
2. Zac Efron
3. Tony Romo
4. Reggie Bush
5. Shia LaBeouf
6. Adam Rodriguez
7. Chris Pine
8. James Franco
9. Jay Hernandez
10. Simon Baker

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But please could anyone with a Facebook account join this group? Pretty please? I would be forever indebted to you!

(Add me on Facebook too! And yes I really am this sad. ^_^)

I just watched Miss Pettigrew Lives for Another Day.

Fun, frivolous, with another heart-winning turn by Amy Adams (the scene where she sings the no.1 is astounding), and with some eye-poppingly pretty costumes!

The Monday Mmmm.

Time for a bit o' superficiality, who do you think out of these two is prettier -

a.

or

b.

Bung!

Emma has been tagged!

1. Pick one film to represent each letter of the alphabet.

2. The letter "A" and the word "The" do not count as the beginning of a film's title, unless the film is simply titled A or The, and I don't know of any films with those titles.

3. Return of the Jedi belongs under "R," not "S" as in Star Wars Episode IV: Return of the Jedi. This rule applies to all films in the original Star Wars trilogy; all that followed start with "S." Similarly, Raiders of the Lost Ark belongs under "R," not "I" as in Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Conversely, all films in the LOTR series belong under "L" and all films in the Chronicles of Narnia series belong under "C," as that's what those filmmakers called their films from the start. In other words, movies are stuck with the titles their owners gave them at the time of their theatrical release. Use your better judgement to apply the above rule to any series/films not mentioned.

4. Films that start with a number are filed under the first letter of their number's word. 12 Monkeys would be filed under "T."

5. Link back to Blog Cabins in your post so that I can eventually type "alphabet meme" into Google and come up #1, then make a post where I declare that I am the King of Google.

6. If you're selected, you have to then select 5 more people.
The Apartment
Brief Encounter
The Closet
Dead Man Walking
Erin Brockovich
The 400 Blows
Grave of Fireflies
The Hudsucker Proxy
Intermezzo
Jean de Florette
Kind Hearts and Coronets
Ladri di biciclette
Manon des Sources
Not one less
On the Waterfront
Pan’s Labyrinth
Quills
Rear Window
The Shawshank Redemption
Together
Uncle Silas
Volver
Wall-E
Xiao Wu
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Zummertime

I don’t really know who to tag, so bung, do this if you like. :)

01. What do you consider to be the most dramatic piece of film music?
02. What is your favourite day of the week and why?
03. Which languages can you speak and which are you studying?
04. How productive has your weekend been so far?
05. What’s your favourite film about New York?

And my answers –
01. Probably “Lux Aeterna”, the overriding theme from Requiem for a Dream composed by Clint Mansell. Every time I hear it in popular culture, I get really chuffed, because it’s just such a rousing tune. And I hum it so much, my flatmates are already sick of it. Oh well! Anyway, you’ll definitely have heard it before – it was played in the to LOTR II, Sunshine and The Da Vinci Code, not to mention frequently used as background music in Britain’s Got Talent, Sky Sports News & Top Gear.
02. Wednesdays are good because I only have two lectures. And Saturday and Sunday, because they’re my “stay in house and laze about with mates” day.
03. I’m fluent in English and Mandarin, I studied Spanish for AS (though I’ve forgotten a good deal of it), and am taking German classes in Uni.
04. Not that much, to be honest. I was meant to do all my problem sheets, get coursework done and have tidied my room, but instead, it’s been spent in friend’s rooms, whining about bitching about boys.
05. The Apartment, closely followed by Manhattan. They Might Be Giants and Sweet Smell of Success are both up there.

You're a hero!

Spoiler pic for upcoming episode of Heroes. I like very much.
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High School Musical 3: Senior Year – a review that is by parts sarcastic and wary.

At the time of writing this, High School Musical 3: Senior Year has an extremely lowly rating of 3.3/10 on IMDb. This saddens me greatly. My friend Luke and I watched HSM3 this Wednesday, due to it being 3.30 and W. not starting until 5.30, and HSM3 starting at 3.45pm. I’m delighted that we made this choice, because it proved to be everything that cinema isn’t these days – intelligent, moving, witty, and so, so, well acted.

Troy and Gabriella are now in their final year of high school, and they still haven’t bunged. In fact, it takes them 90 whole minutes of celluloid to even have a kiss. And even then it’s not a proper kiss. Anyway, it’s time to go to college. Troy’s dad wants him to pursue his basketball, and Gabriella’s doing Law somewhere far away. Naturally, they have preoccupations over whether or not their oh-so-deep relationship will stand this trying test, but it’s nothing the odd song or two can’t sing. In fact, Gabriella even decides it would be a cool thing to – on top of all the exams they have – put on one last school musical. Meanwhile, Sharpay’s gotten herself a Machiavellian British little manservant, her camp brother Ryan’s trying to prove to the world that he’s not really gay by winking at the girl that plays the piano, and Troy’s basketball buddy Chad is gonna miss his mate. Oh the woes.

Despite the achingly fresh and original storyline, HSM3 still stays true to its bubblegum roots, wherein all the characters will be break into song whenever they damn well please – whether that be in asking a girl to prom, in the middle of a basketball game, or, best of all – in a deserted garage, where the scene between Troy and Chad (played by Zach “I have the same nose as Wayne Rooney’s wag” Efron and Corbin Bleu) is so homoerotic that it wouldn’t be out of place in a gaybar in West London. Vanessa Hudgens deserves an Oscar for her heart-wrenching performance of the teenage girl who is torn between her loves – her education, and her stunning, not at all impotent boyfriend, although this really is a group effort, with the entire cast not putting a foot wrong throughout the entire film.

If you do not cry at the scene in which Troy finds Gabriella and they have their private prom moment, then I tell you, you have no heart. Everything in HSM3 has been building up to this moment, which is in itself a terrifically post-modern homage to Shakespearean courtly scenes. Everything about this film is perfect, and I so wish that I could sing like Ashley Tisdale.

(Nah, seriously, I liked it quite a bit – 7/10. It was totally shit of course, but ya know, in a good way. It was much funnier than Burn After Reading, at any rate. The gospel version of “We’re All in this Together” was good fun.)

Bless!

For Diego Luna, becoming a dad has simplified his life.

"Well, it's just everything is easier now," the Mexican-born actor says of his 11-week-old baby boy, Jeronimo, Saturday while promoting his new drama, Milk, in Beverly Hills. "There is just one reason for you to be here. It's to make sure someone else is happy, and [he] has everything he needs. It's as simple as that."

Plus, Luna, 28, adds, Jeronimo is "the only guy who is not judging me now."

In Milk, Luna's character Jack Lira falls in love with Sean Penn's 1970s gay rights champion Harvey Milk. A performance his wife, Camila Sodi enjoyed, Luna tells PEOPLE.

"She laughed a lot about it," he says, adding that Camila has been spending time at home, "taking care of the baby."

"I'm here just talking about a film – it's just a film – everything now is just what it is," he says. "It can't be so important. Now, there's just one thing that really matters. It's a different kind of love that you didn't know existed. It makes everything easier really."

[source]

Dawww.

The Monday Mmm.

Today, it's scans of Ewan McGregor for the Japanese CQ magazine.

1 // 2 // 3 // // 4 // 5 // 6

Wai so bunging srs?

Marion Cotillard's first photoshoot for Lady Dior.

I think I love?

Continuing with the turd...

The first part here.

“To like and dislike the same things, that is indeed true friendship” - Sallust

Robbie

We’d been finished for about 10 minutes but because they didn’t have anything else for us to do, we were all just sitting there. I’d run out of things to talk to David or Julian about, and now I was watching him being chatted up by two girls at the same time.

“I have the soundtracks to the two Kills Bills, Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction,” the spoilt brat with the glasses was saying to her friend. When her friend said, “How sad!” she says, “Yeah, I know, I’m so ashamed!”

“I can play Surf Rider from Pulp Fiction on the guitar,” I say to the bossy girl. She frowns at me.

“What?”

“You know, the one which goes,” and I start humming it.

“Oh, that one,” she says. “Cool.” There’s a pause, then, “I play the guitar!”

“Do you?” I’m actually mildly interested. I didn’t have her down as the guitar type, more a violin/piano/flute brat.

“Yeah. I got it about 5 days ago, and I’m sort of just seeing it as a large violin. It’s cool. I’m teaching myself. How long have you been playing?”

“Well, I got mine at Christmas and I’ve been teaching myself.” I wonder if she would be interested to know that, “I’m in a band.”

“Hmm,” she says, not looking interested at all, and going back to tracing words with her finger. Determined not to lose a topic of conversation, I ask, “So, what sort of music are you into?”

Her face lights up. “Gorillaz!” she practically shouts. “They’re definitely my favourite band of all time. I adore them.”

“They have a good second album.”

“Yeah!” Her comments are noticeably more enthusiastic than mine. But that’s okay. I’ve never been one to get over-excited about anything.

“I really like All Alone.” I start humming the electric guitar intro part to that, and she smiles at me.

“My favourite song on there is November Has Come! It’s utterly sublime!”

That one I do not like. Too slow and nostalgic for me. But I’m not going to anger her, I distinctly remember her spending the last 90 minutes getting pissed off at me.



"Expect the unexpected. Then you'll never be surprised." - Scrubs


Ellen

Robbie and I discussed other music for a while. He practically retched when I said that I liked Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl, so I thought I’d leave him to brag about his band for a while. It was odd, he kept asking me if I planned on joining a band, which is a thought that has never crossed my mind. My friends are going to form a band, About Them, and I plan on being the band manager and writing the songs, but if there were a band that I wanted to join, it would be the one with the most caliente trumpettist/pianist. One member of the male species that I still haven’t entirely forgotten about.

After another while of Robbie ranting on about how easily he picked up chords, I realised that I hadn’t asked him a very important question.

“What’s your favourite film?”

“I have lots of favourites,” he begins, and I roll my eyes, thinking I’ve got another indecisive film watcher on my hands. “… But my favourite would have to be The Shawshank Redemption.”

I let out a long, sharp gasp, not dissimilar to the ones that Bung gives when she sings. “That’s… my favourite film,” I say. I can’t Bunging believe this. Robbie, the idiot, who, just a few minutes ago, was telling me my jokes weren’t funny and that my ideas were all useless.

Robbie doesn’t seem to find it that surprising. “Yeah, Shawshank’s a good film,” he says, nonplussed at my amazement. “I like The Godfathers I and II too. You seen them?”

Robbie was asking me, the cinephile, if I had seen the Godfather movies? My mouth suddenly felt over-dehydrated. “Indeed I have,” I manage. “And I enjoyed all three immensely. That’s right, even the third.”

Robbie just nods. I try to think of something to say, but I think I have it all covered - my three main passions in life - films, playing music, and listening to music. And we’ve covered them all. If what we had just spoken about were a test, Robbie would have passed with flying colours. And he would have been the only person so far in my life to have done so.



"The only question I ask any woman is, “What time does your husband get home?”" - Hud



Julian

I had to stop talking to Clare because Suraj said it was time to show everyone’s.

“Any volunteers?” he asked. Practically everyone groaned, theirs must’ve been as crap as ours. Only Robbie and the Chinese girl sitting opposite him put their hands up.

“Okay, let’s see yours,” he says, and everyone in the room gets out of their seats to look at their editing work. I’m secretly hoping it’ll be bad - that’ll shut Robbie up for once.

But it isn’t. It’s actually really good. The music changes halfway through and there are not repeat shots/movements. All thanks to Robbie’s pain-in-the-arse instructions, no doubt.

“That’s really good, Ellen!” Rosa says to the Chinese girl, giving her a half-hug. Ellen smiles, then whispers something to Rosa. Rosa and Clare look at Robbie. I wonder what she said.

“Yours now,” Suraj says to us, and I gnash my teeth as Clare presses “Play.” David is standing next to me, and I watch his expression. Then, remembering that David will pretend to like anything, I relax and watch our piece of editing. Then, getting bored of that, I watch Clare. Much easier on the eyes. Now Rosa’s whispering to her. Clare laughs, then turns and looks at me. Great. I’m a walking joke, am I?



“A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval” – Mark Twain

Clare

We had to walk back to the cinema screening room, for another talk, but we were told to stat in our groups. Rosa was not paying attention to these instructions. She’s skipping behind me. I’m walking with Vinnie, she, Julian.

“How did you get so tall?” she asks.

“Well, it probably doesn’t hurt that I do 600 stretches a day, does it?” Julian jokes. Rosa actually takes him seriously and says, “Really?!”

It’s just getting embarrassing now.

“Hey.” Ellen approaches me. “It’s really bunged.”

I overlook her derogatory usage of her hated girl's name for now. “Does Robbie really have everything in common with you?”

“Well, he’s self-taught on the guitar, he likes Gorillaz, and Oh My God, his favourite film is The Shawshank Redemption! I mean, Bung!”

“But you still think he’s a total bastard?”

“Oh yeah, definitely!” Ellen says convincingly. “An absolutely anal arse.” Pause. “Good usage of alliteration, jah?”

“I hope you’re not talking about me,” Julian says, looking at Ellen angrily.

“No, I wasn’t. I was talking about Ja-”

But she stops, because Robbie’s just walked straight up to Julian.

“Hey, Julian. Flash David.”

Julian smiles his boyish grin and lifts his jumper, revealing the woman with the bra to David. He smiles.

Ellen turns to me. “What is it with boys and pornography?”

“That’s not porn!” Julian says defensively. “Clare, tell her it isn’t porn.”

I turn to Ellen. “It’s not porn,” I say. She glares at me, starting to mouth the word “L'lee.” “It’s pornography.”

We smirk at Julian.



“All you need to start off an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.” – My Man Godfrey



James

We had to sit in our groups, but because I had been in the toilet, I had to sit on the end, next to Robbie. I figured that if I just kept quiet, he wouldn’t speak to me. He was, after all, sitting next to Ellen, who he seemed to love getting in arguments with, that or talk about things they both liked to do.

In fact, Robbie didn’t talk to Ellen. She was talking to the fat girl with the Holier than Thou attitude, Helen, and Robbie was talking to the boy in front of him.

“David, why did you show your one?” he asks. “It was just… absolutely… well… shit.”

David doesn’t appear to be too wounded by this. “Robbie. So rude!”

Ellen makes a snort of agreement.

“Do you go to Wallington?” she suddenly asks, looking down on the sheet which has all our names and schools on.

“Yeah.”

“Oh My God, do you know this kid called Paul?”

“Paul Yam?”

“Yeah, him!”

“I go to Wallington too,” Robbie says. “And I know Paul too.”

Ellen doesn’t seem to realise that Robbie actually exists, she’s talking to David in sort of an awe. Yeah. She fancies him.



"Misogynist - a man who hates women as much as women hate each other" - H. L. Mencken

Rosa

I sat next to Clare, who sat next to Julian. The talk was on Hero’s Journey, and there was a clip from Indiana Jones, then Men in Black. When Will Smith comes onto the screen, there’s a loud cheers. This is understandable - at least 20 of the 50 people here are African-English.

When Will Smith jumps from the top of the crossing down onto the ground, Julian turns to Clare and whispers something. She laughs.

“What did he say?” I ask.

“Oh, just about how if he tried to do that he’d probably kill himself.”

I didn’t get it. “How is that funny?”

I really don’t get Clare. Julian is like, the cutest person here, and he’s totally flirting with Clare, and she’s just being rude back!

“I don’t think Julian dying is funny.”

“Yeah, neither do I!” he says, poking his head behind Clare. I get a good view of him, and smile.

“Clare can be a bit mean sometimes,” I say kindly, “But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.”

“Rosa!” Clare judo punches my arm and I decide it’s probably best not to bring up the topic of Julian and Clare. At least not in front of her. Not until my arm has healed.



"Boys don't make passes at female smartasses" - Letty Cottin Pogrebin

Robbie

We moved onto the next talk - storyboarding and scripting. Did the teachers have us down for philistines? Christ, they were practically telling us what Close Up meant! I personally found it extremely irritating.

“Now, has anyone read the material P is for Psycho?” Dewey asked.

Several people, including Ellen, nodded. The silence in the room break into chatter, and Dewey allowed it.

“What was it about?” I ask her.

Ellen shrugs. “I didn’t really read it.”

Then… what was that?! I tap David.

“She just nodded, when he said, has anyone read it, but then I asked her what it was about. And she had no idea!”

David doesn’t seem to find this anywhere as riling as I do. Ellen seems to find me riling.

“Can you just shut up your twatting trap, please?”

I attempt to pierce her skin with my look. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

David smirks at me, then turns to her. “So how do you know Paul Yam?”

“Oh, he was my friend’s ex.”

“Ah,” David says, in that agreeable voice of his, the one that makes him so much more popular than I.

“No, not really,” Ellen says. “He was scared of girls!” David laughs. “My friend had a Christmas party, and he spent the entire time hiding from us!”

David laughs some more, a little more heartily. “Yeah… he’s not that popular in our school.”

“I’ll say.” The Queen of Invective has spoken.

We have to shut up as Dewey goes on about scripting techniques, but Ellen is really pissing me off with her incessant rattling of whatever’s in her green box. Finally, not being able to take it any longer, I snatch it out of her hand and tip the contents into my hand. They are a collection of plectrums. I fiddle with them until she has enough; probably unable to bear the fact that another human’s prints are on her precious guitar picks.

Dewey and Suraj leave the room for a while, and Ian lets us talk. Ellen turns to Helen and David is lending his glasses to a girl next to him. No one is there to talk to me.

“Oh My God, Scarlett Johansson is such a promiscuous skank. Less pouting, more talent, puh-lease” come Ellen’s complacent voice, an irritating amalgamation of hauteur and American teen bitch, that you know, like, so, does not go.

Must she be forever bitching? I heard her when we walked to the workroom today, she was getting all vindictive about some boys from James’ school. And I had walked past her in the canteen, she was complaining about some idiot who kept bossing her about and thought they were all that. And now Scarlett? No.

“Ellen? Ellen. Could you please shut up? You’re doing my head in.”

Without warning, Ellen takes a green pen and stabs it in my upper thigh, dangerously close to something else. Pain is the first feeling. Embarrassment second - David saw the whole thing and is now laughing his arse off. Hatred is third.

How dare she. I will get her for this.

That thought wasn’t given long enough time to develop, because David, who I believed to be my best friend, turns against me!

“Robbie is so rude, isn’t he?” he asks her, in mock despair.

“Absolutely! I’ve only known him, what, 2 hours? And I swear, he is like, the rudest pillock I’ve ever met in my entire life!”

I would love, at this moment, to tell Ellen where she can go, but I would outnumbered. Safer to defend myself.

“I’m not rude. I’m actually charming.”

David can’t deny this, and neither, really, can Ellen.

“Prove it,” she says.

“I don’t want to prove it to you.”

This seems to get to her, because her smug grin changes into a nervous glare. David intercepts again. “No, Ellen, he only really turns it on for the lads. He’s er… homo, you see.” This is unfair, and entirely untrue.

She surveys me through her glasses. “Makes sense.”

Everyone laughs. At me. I have to remind myself that there are unwritten rules about punching a girl.



“Silence is golden.” – Popular library plaque

Vinnie

We went back to the workroom, and started discussing ideas for the script straight away. There would be a prize for the best one, and I didn’t know about the rest, but I wanted that prize.

“I think we should do anything but cop movie,” I say, adamant. “Everyone’s going to opt for that sort of thing.”

“No, but I reckon, if we did it, like noir, it would be, like, good.”

I blink at the Pleb. Did she just say “noir?” They know the meaning of the term “film noir”?

“I have an idea,” Clare says, “But it does sort of involve police.”

I try not to let out a defeated groan. If Clare’s had an idea, that idea’s the one that’s going to be used. I mean, look at Julian. He’s like three times my height. Not to mention popularity. Oh God.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” I say, wondering if I should have said I would have loved a cop movie storyboard.

The Friday Five

Thought I’d post the five songs that I’ve been listening to the most this week. The songs are downloadable; just click on the title.

01. Kelsey – Metro Station

Now it's gonna get harder
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
and it's gonna burn brighter
and it's gonna feel tougher each and every day
so let me say, that i love you
you're all I've ever wanted
all I've ever dreamed of to come

This was one of the songs that catches the spirit of my Summer and thus, I like to listen to it at Uni whenever I’m feeling mildly nostalgic. Metro Station, on the whole, are a bit of a bubblegum band, manufactured by the same lot that gave us the abomination that is Miley Cyrus, but there’s something in this song that really connects for me. It’s a sweet, heartfelt love song.

02. I Must Be Emo – Jeffree Star

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off

A hilarious parody of those eyeliner wearing, Marilyn Manson worshipping teens that are called emos. The OTT melodramatic American accent and allusions to skinny to jeans are nothing short of genius.

03. Fascination – Alphabeat

We love this exaltation
We want the new temptations
It's like a revelation
We live on fascination

A wonderfully upbeat and cheery song, which could or could not be about teenagers discovering love for the first time.

04. The Scientist – Aimee Mann

Nobody said it was easy
Oh its such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

Mann’s cover of Coldplay’s song. Her voice is so strong and really suits this song.

05. Hallelujah – The Dresden Dolls

you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Not quite up there with Rufus Wainwright’s cover; but still a solid cover.

Good times.