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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Movies are...Unoriginal Sex Plots

What I'm Listening To: Us-Regina Spektor

Soon and very soon, movie theaters are going to start showing porn. I'm almost certain about this. My mother jokes that PG-13 is the new Rated R and I used to laugh at her, however I think that she may have a point. When the movie industry comes up with a movie like Black Swan (which was amazingly fabulous by the way) and then puts the two stars of that movie, Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis each in a movie where they have sex with their friends and supposedly have issues because of it, you know it's going downhill. No one seems to have original ideas anymore (except for Christopher Nolan-I'm biased-and a few others) and when you rehash books into movies and essentially ruin them as well as make an unoriginal plot for a movie that probably the only plus side to it will be that it shows gratuitous sex, it really speaks to how far you've come...or not at all. Personally, I don't think that Friends with Benefits or No Strings Attached are going to be amazing movies because I'm pretty sure 3/4 of the citizens in America have done the plot already and either did or didn't have the same issues. Or maybe people will relate to the movies because of this fact, I don't know. And apparently all we need to make a good movie is for some hot chick to take off a shirt and aggressively have sex with anyone, anything, or herself. However, an emphasis of how artistically and devastating and beautifully disturbed Black Swan is has to be reiterated. I smell mountains of awards.

I love a good action movie or the movies based off of Marvel Comic books, even though I haven't read the comic books. I look forward to seeing Stan Lee in all those cameos, it's like Where's Waldo, only it's Stan and you don't have to pick him out of a crowd of  a thousand other people that you could care less about. I think he deserves that star on the Walk of Fame for all his cameo work! And from my endless babbling about it, you've probably figured out that Inception is on my list of top movies of all time, right up there with Man on Fire and The Adventures of Robin Hood. I most likely give people too much credit by assuming that they don't want to watch mindless drivel. Don't get me wrong, sometimes you need to. You've had a hard day at work, your brain is mush, and you can't focus on anything except the most trivial. That's understandable.

In other news, Queensland Australia is drowning under water. It's crazy the amount of natural disasters that have happened in the past couple of years, and the fact that the world doesn't know/is not prepared to deal with it. But that's for another post.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

It's One of Those Days

What I'm Listening To: Lady Marmalade

My Spanish final is Thursday and I feel like I'm getting nothing done. I love Janet Reid's blog (but, if you're smart, who doesn't?). I'm trying to plan to go to a writing conference, but these adults who don't have to take classes schedule conferences during the week. And it's bound to be expensive, from the conference itself to my transportation to wherever it is. So basically, I have to be making some serious dough or just plan on going to one at the beginning of next year. I'm still editing and formatting my poetry book, and that WILL be pubslished by January, whether or not Starbucks, Giovanni, and Angelou get back to me on my proposals. I never claimed to be a poet, but I am a writer. I think that every writer should have basic knowledge in various fields in order to call themselves writers.

My Spanish teacher Julio said something very interesting to me today. He said that there are so many people who call themselves poets and writers but they don't adhere to the more conservative guidelines, don't write novels or poetry, and they are unpublished. I thought his assessment was a little harsh. I mean, I guess I couldn't call myself a writer even though I've come out with two books. I feel like I have no time in my life whatsoever. It's getting rather ridiculous. But I love to write and really need to begin making money, so that's why I do it.

I don't even think I have time to start a small side business, but here I go again, (excuse the cliche) about to bite off more than I can chew.