So everyone on the internet has been raving about this show Quarterlife, which is basically a place for “artists, thinkers and do-ers” to post their video blogs. Okay, to put it simply, it’s quarterlife.com and people post their video diaries for the internet community to gawk at. It’s art! It’s art! Waa waa waa. And the site has a show that revolves around the site, if that makes sense. Basically the show is about 6 friends who are going through the twentysomething crisis of not knowing what do with yourself. It’s a predicament that plagues twentysomethings everywhere: you’re in a rut; you thought you’d be brilliant and successful at age 23 but you’re interning for a company that you don’t believe in, and your boss is a crazy bitch, and you have a nonexistential love life (or a love life that’s comprised of a series of meaningless hook-ups that only serve to fulfill that instant gratification drive your Id is screaming at you to fulfill). Waa waa waa, bitch and moan. It’s easily relatable. And who spends the most time on the internet griping about their inadequacies and insecurities but the twentysomethings? With the steady rising of blogs as media of expression, it’s only understandable and inevitable that the next step, video blogging (as in the case of lonelygirl15, which turned out to be a complete hoax. Ha ha, you got punk’d!) would start to gain popularity.
Anyhoo, so I know one face on that cast, and it’s Scott Michael Foster, who plays Cappie in one of my favorite shows, ABC’s Greek (which returns this March! Woohoo!). He’s pretty much the same character on this show, only more melodramatic and less charismatic. I’ll admit, the show is pretty addictive. 15 minutes of pure, unadulterated narcissism from characters who think they’re supposed to be interesting. The storylines are pretty blah. Our protagonist, the annoyingly tortured soul Dylan, is programmed to meet the twentysomething ideal of representative to the demographic. Basically, Dylan is supposed to be the epitome of the twentysomething artist: painfully introverted (yet shamelessly blogging about what she thinks of everyone else’s life), insecure, tactless and unsure of herself. Yet here’s the kicker: her endearing qualities are supposed to be that she’s unaware of how gorgeous she is (as seen in one episode where conventionally prettier character Lisa tells Dylan she’s got sexuality, to which I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time).
Okay, the show is inventive, sure. There’s nothing like it elsewhere. Let’s give it points for originality. However, the fact that each character is in love with another character within this little circle is reminiscent of, oh, a little show called Dawson’s Creek, and it’s annoying. Everyone’s in love with everyone else, there are all these melodramatic love quadrangles and declarations of sex. The humor of the show is somewhat interesting and there have been some fun scenes to watch. However, it seems like the show is in love with itself. The characters are in love with themselves. The main character Dylan’s room is carefully designed to appropriately reflect what an artist’s room looks like: unkempt, littered with posters from unknown, unsigned bands and vintage paraphernalia. Insert product placement of the Apple laptop she uses to masterfully craft her self-obsessed snippets. It’s too Juno. By this I mean that the concept is there, but the delivery is just a bit too-cool-for-school. All these “the bourgeoisie exists to blah blah blah consumerism”. Please. It’s that Chuck Klosterman quality that makes this show a bit tiresome.
Which is not to say that the show is not without merit. It’s definitely something new and fresh. Heck, it’s very timely, what with the whole Barack Obama thing and the buzz about how the internet is such a revolution these days. And video diaries aren’t necessarily new ideas, but the way it’s being used in the show is interesting. But really, I shouldn’t talk, right? I mean, a blog has pretty much the exact same degree of narcissism that quarterlife has. It’s all me, me, me after all.
Ah well. Maybe I am just a twentysomething going through the motions of the seemingly inescapable rut that is my quarter life. In which case, maybe a video blog is the answer. It’s art! It’s art!
Oh, shut up.
I knew there was a reason why I wanted to see Becoming Jane. Okay, so I wanted to see it because I have a giant crush on James McAvoy (I know, I know, I pine for him way too much on this site, but whatever), but I didn’t expect it to be such a good movie. I’m usually a snob when it comes to Jane Austen films. Either it’s perfect, or it’s utter crap [MTV's adaptation of Wuthering Heights was a travesty, and the lovely Katherine Heigl was in it. Oh, the shame!] I thought it was going to be another one of those ridiculous Jane Austen films that was all star quality and no substance. God knows the most recent remake of Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightley was all about Knightley being an It girl at the time than it being an Austen film. A real Austen movie? The BBC’s Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth. The BBC version and the Joe Wright adaptation cannot be compared. Look at it this way: Maybe it’s just me, but if you had to pick between reading the classic or buying the Cliff’s notes, which would you go for?
Anyway, so Becoming Jane was a pleasant surprise. Anne Hathaway was pretty convincing as Jane Austen. I know she was an English major in college, and usually actresses who are English majors tend to exhibit that in the roles they choose. Take for example, Julia Stiles. English major at Columbia, and a complete Shakespeare fangirl. She’s done O (for Othello), 10 Things I Hate About You (which is an adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew) and Hamlet with another English major, Ethan Hawke. We get it, Julia Stiles, you’re ga-ga over Shakespeare. Please stop. Apparently, Miss Stiles has indeed moved on. Except, she now plans to star in yet another classic book adaptation, Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. Pfft.
The overall story is excellent. Just watching the banter between Hathaway and McAvoy on screen is fun to watch, especially when McAvoy flashes that devilish grin of his and you’re immediately smitten. What cinched it for me as the best movie ever at the moment? The scene between him and Hathaway, when they meet for the first time after breaking up (LeFroy’s Uncle did not permit him to marry Austen, and they split). LeFroy is now engaged, and Austen is heartbroken (she had hoped that something would change). He comes to see her and she is just indignant. This is a scene that I keep replaying over and over in my head because it’s so powerful. I can’t describe the scene completely here so you’ll just have to watch it for yourself.
over so I am just going to have to get it on DVD. It’s so worth it. To those of you who like your happy endings, this probably isn’t your movie. But if you’re like me, and you’re a cynic on the surface and a hopeless romantic at heart, you’ll enjoy this. There’s just nothing more heart-wrenching yet endearing to watch than the tragedies of unrequited love. Austen thought she could write about real life, but her real life was too painful to pen, so she opted for the alternative: happy endings galore for her characters. It’s such a sad life, and yet she’s given us so much wit and wisdom in her works that you can’t help but be thankful that she had that experience. Otherwise she probably would have written something like freakin’ Confessions of a Shopaholic or some shit had she ended up happily ever after with Tom LeFroy.
The winners were pretty predictable, except maybe for Marion Cotillard (best actress for La Vie en Rose) and Tilda Swinton for supporting actress in Michael Clayton. Julie Christie was expected to win Best Actress, and I know a lot of people were looking at Cate Blanchett or Amy Ryan getting the Supporting Actress. But I’m glad Tilda Swinton won, because she gave a pretty cool speech. And she looked absolutely shocked as well. Plus, Cate Blanchett’s won a ton of stuff anyway. Everyone else was pretty much expected to win. Javier Bardem, of course, got supporting actor, and Daniel Day-Lewis took the Best Actor. Best Picture, obviously, went to the Coen Brothers’
No Country for Old Men, and the duo also earned Best Director. It was also a victory for the “small” films. I say “small” because they’re supposed to be independent, but then they go on to make a crapload of money and international fame, so I’m not exactly sure that small would be an operative word to use. Diablo Cody won Best Original Screenplay for Juno, and Best Original Song “Falling Slowly” from Once’s Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (who was probably the only one who delivered a great speech, and she was cut off by the annoying, cheesy exit music so Jon Stewart had to get her back on stage later to give her speech). Marion Cotillard probably gave the most shocked reaction among the recipients. She was so shocked she was utterly speechles, shaking, and went on to fill in the rest of her speech with “thank you life, thank you love”, which I guess, is supposed to be really deep and heavy in France.
As for the fashions…I didn’t see any dresses that jumped out at me. I did notice some particularly horrible ones. Like Diablo Cody’s hideous leopard print, and Miley Cyrus’ red number, which made her look ten years older. Johnny Depp looked particularly spiffy in his tux, and a dress I adored was Cameron Diaz’s. She always looks fabulous, so that’s pretty much a given. Calista
Flockhart’s dress was interesting, except she’s still rail thin so it was a bit weird on her. Oh, and Jennifer Garner. Thank God for those who know who to dress all the time. She looked amazing in this black number. Katherine Heigl looked great in this red dress that I’m assuming was probably a nightmare to put on. I’m not too crazy about her hair, though.
And you know, I actually liked Jennifer Hudson’s white outfit this year. She looked awful last year with her absurd little golden vest, but this year she did well. Nicole Kidman looked very matronly with her giant diamond necklace against the black. Kelly Preston’s I loved.
In other news, the new Indy movie trailer has been released (I saw it while watching The Spiderwick Chronicles). It looks good; wasn’t as explosive as I had expected, but still good. Called Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the film will also star Cate Blanchett (I swear, this woman is amazing. She’s like, the next Nicole Kidman! Wait, Nicole Kidman’s still acting…) and Shia LaBeouf (who we’re hoping won’t get into another drunken Walgreens act that could shatter his unjaded appeal). You can view the trailer here:
So Ben Affleck’s directorial debut Gone Baby Gone starred none other than his bro, the equally talented and captivating Casey Affleck. I have always thought that Casey had a lot of potential. In Good Will Hunting he was funny as one of Will Hunting’s crass friends, and in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, he showed he could step out from under big brother Ben’s shadow.


Basically, twins Jared and Simon (both played by Freddie Highmore convincingly) and their older sister Mallory stumble upon a book that details the world of magical creatures–an item that the world of magical creatures’ tyrant (some giant green monster whose name I cannot for the life of me come up with, and I’m too lazy to google it) wants for himself so he can destroy the creatures in the book one by one. The film’s pace is what makes it so entertaining. There is never a dull moment (hence, the reason why I was unable to take my nap) and the acting was very well done. Highmore takes the cake in terms of performance, of course, playing twins who have completely opposite personalities. It was interesting to see him do away with his English accent as well, and the entire time I was watching him, I almost forgot he was British. He is such a tremendous actor, that I can see him having a long, healthy career, with a possible appearance by a certain Oscar in the future, if he picks his roles carefully. He reminds me of Haley Joel Osment [The Sixth Sense], if only he hadn’t gone all Macaulay Culkin on us and let the fame go to his head.
the acting was the intensity. Mark Waters, bravo. Who knew he could pull off an action-packed fantasy adventure? You would think it would be a departure from what he is normally so good at: social quirks, dysfunctional families, and the angst of youth. But in fact, he was able to inject what he was good at into this movie, by showcasing character and depth as well. It’s not just a fantasy movie, but it’s a fantasy movie involving characters who have interesting backgrounds that shape the way they are. In this film, the family is suffering from a recent parental separation and Jared (the angry twin) is taking out all his frustrations on his mother (and the rear bumper of her car, at one point). He tearfully begs his dad to come back, and when he learns that he is living with another woman, allows his tough-guy exterior to melt away, revealing a very vulnerable and confused kid. Highmore’s portrayal of a troubled kid is amazing. I almost wanted to cry every time his character cried. Although I would have liked more character from his portrayal of his twin, Simon, I thought he pulled these characters off beautifully. Of course, with Mark Waters’ direction as well. And not only were the characters well portrayed, but the action was great too. A lot of adult action, actually, that I totally did not expected and was pleasantly surprised to see. In one scene, Jared and Mallory are running down an underground tunnel and they are being chased by this giant green troll who is just plowing through that tunnel. At the end of the tunnel they come to a ladder and Mallory climbs up hurriedly, with Jared not far behind. Normally, the norm is to have the troll crash behind Jared as he successfully but narrowly escapes through the ladder. But no, the troll freakin’ snatches the kid up with so much force I thought he would pass out. He then drags him down the tunnel. Could have been a scene off of Cloverfield.
Chronicles, and I think the choice to take it into a darker direction was brilliant. It’s like the Potter films; your audience ages along with your characters (in this case, as with classics like The Lord of the Rings, the audience is WAY older than the usual demographic).
little in Wardrobe is all grown up now. It’s the exact same feeling when the Potter kids returned for Chamber of Secrets.