This past weekend, I may or may not have finally sat down and watched Twilight for the time (don’t judge me), and I may more or may not have really enjoyed myself (like I said, don’t judge me). Regardless of what did or did not happen this past weekend, though, there is definitely a dolphin statue at the end of Twilight, which of course can only mean one thing: super-secret Showgirls reference! While it remains unclear as to who would be responsible for this homage to the Greatest Movie Ever Made (a cheeky set designer’s assistant? Catherine Hardwicke? STEPHANIE MEYER?!?), that doesn’t mean we can’t discuss the Dolphin Statue as if it’s a thing that it’s most probably not. Besides, my money’s on the Mormon (then again, when is it not?), so let’s talk this one through, shall we?
When It Comes to New Moon, I’m Decidedly Team This Guy
November 20, 2009
Well, New Moon is out today, and a great schism has erupted all over the interwebs:
This is an important discussion to have because you’re choosing between a wang that’s pale and ice cold and a wang that’s underage and could spontaneously sprout hair. Hrmmm, DECISIONS.
Anyways, I’ve personally arrived at the conclusion that I’m neither Team Edward nor Team Jacob. It’s not that I’m deliberately trying to be a finicky bitch by not answering the most important question of the new millenium, it’s just that someone else has taken my Twibreath away:
Don’t Judge Me.
September 16, 2009
There’s a well known saying that goes “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em; and if you tend to share similar interests with legions of teenage girls, don’t even try and front.” Truer words have probably never been spoken, and so it is with a deep shame that I admit the following:
I know I’ve previously acknowledged that I’m Twicurious to see the movie as an anthropological expedition of sorts, and I’d love to continue to feign such ironic detachment all the way ’til the much ballyhooed Apocalypse of 2012, but there are some forces that are simply too powerful to deny. And apparently those forces involve Kristen Stewart’s hysterics, abs, and Dakota Fanning:
Who Exactly is Adventureland Made For?
March 28, 2009
Every time a commercial for Adventureland comes on during Gossip Girl, I lose all self-control as I turn to my Gossip Girl viewing buddy Brynn and screechily ask, “Who is this movie made for?” We are, of course, fast-forwarding through that nonsense thanks to the miracles of DVR, but I still want to know who precisely wants this movie? Just look at this thing:
Yes, movie trailer, life after college is not exactly what any of us expected. Maybe if you weren’t so focused on such a stupid idea as taking a post-graduation trip through Europe and instead focused on finding a real job like the rest of us do, you wouldn’t be in this conundrum horribly plotted movie.
I really don’t grasp how this is an actual movie that got a greenlight from the studios. Sure, we’ve all worked crappy summer jobs with quirky coworkers, and I myself can even sympathize in working a post-graduation job in retail to fund my summer exploits before moving to New York City for grad school, but I wouldn’t say that’s a sturdy concept for a movie because nobody, myself included, would want to see that. Whoops, I just became my dad!
The problem with Adventureland, like all movies that romanticize a summer of discovery and lessons learned before entering adulthood, is that these summers don’t in fact exist. We wax nostalgic about these moments because they’re the final moments of womb-like security that comes with the adolescent impulse to live for the moment before we’re birthed into the often frustrating world of financial responsibility and bills and 9-to-5 work schedules and all the other joys that come with being a grown-up. It’s a universal experience, for sure, but also one that you eventually realize is completely unrealistic once you gain a little perspective. These movies aren’t based in any truth; they’re just an opportunity for one filmmaker to cinematically masturbate about their own refusal to grow up and immature yearning for times long past. Let me play you a dirge on my tiny violin while you cry me a river. Or not.
Throw in the fact that Kristen Stewart is painfully annoying with her perpetual face of disaffected youth and that this movie is set in 1987 (80s nostalgia in movies is completely a completely lazy technique for adding texture to a story unless its Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion or Grosse Pointe Blanc; those movies are great), and it’s made its way to the top of my do-not-want list. This movie is made for nobody, but I’m sure it’ll make bank in theaters.
(Also, as noted in the comments, I had a brain fart while initially writing this and claimed it was Kristen Scott, not Kristen Stewart, who is in Adventureland. The correction has been made, and I obviously need a fact checker.)