• The lighting was sufficient. Everyone could be seen with minimal eye strain to the viewer.
• Nicole Kidman sure was in it. She was in it the whole movie…not to spoil anything.
• You knew what was happening the whole movie because they filmed it. There were no unfilmed parts of this movie, which is good in a movie.
• The actors memorized all their lines, and seemed to know what was going on most of the time.
• The movie had a futuristic element to it: Nicole Kidman’s face seemed to be reverse aging throughout it.
• Nicolas Cage is in it. Sometimes he yells, and sometimes he talks quietly. These are all his moods, so you get to see that in one place.
• When characters were emoting, I could tell. The acting was present. They didn’t forget it at home. But maybe it went stale or they borrowed their roommates acting or something.
• You never get lost in the plot because pretty much only one thing happens.

So, there you have it. A movie was made.

(with PZ)

Where did she get the social skills to charm absolutely everyone she meets when she’s never met anyone but her crazy “mother” before? Social skills don’t just grow on trees, and even if they did, she wouldn’t be able to pick them BECAUSE SHE NEVER LEAVES HER HOUSE.

Examples of other people who rarely left their homes:

• Howard Hughes
• Michael Jackson
• Literal trolls who live under bridges
• Phil Spector

“Your boyfriend’s got a disgusting Chester ‘stache. You must have daddy issues. Oh wait…I do too.”

“Come in here and look at these logs I just made. Lincoln would shit a house.”

“You what? You love me? Fag.”

You have done NOTHING wrong. It’s not you, it’s us. We’ve been too busy to fill you with goodness and cynicism. I promise to feed you very soon.

Love, Us

1. How does Slacker radio know that I’m not doing anything? I mean, I’m not, but how does it know?

2. Can I buy a Meat is Murder shirt at the mall? I mean, not just do they sell a shirt that will simultaneously declare my affection for Moz and the gang and my disaffection for eating steak, but is there something philosophically wrong with purchasing it at one of our nation’s breeding grounds for Tweener fashion and smells? Or is that exactly the right place for it?

3. Did they ever release Sweating to the Oldies on DVD? And can I buy it for less than five dollars?

4. What kind of girl could Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson have been fighting over in The Girl is Mine? Honestly, WHAT could both men have been attracted to in a single human being?

Are any of these important questions? Absolutely not. Would the answers explain to me why Mitt Romney is distancing himself from his own healthcare plan that seems to have worked? No. I don’t think I ever will understand that one. But here they are. Written out for you because I haven’t written a blog post in over a month and lord knows our reader is probably pretty upset by that.

Remember Eric Northman's horrible hair in season one? REMEMBER IT FOREVER!

Fine. FINE. The recent brash of vampire cinema and television is enough to make even the most die-hard undead fanatic sick, mostly due to the wildly unpopular Twilight franchise and their near-psychotic fanbase of “Twihards”. Wow. Little do these Hot Topic spazzes know that a much better written, much more ORIGINAL, better acted, and better created exists with a book series that predates their little Mormon suckfest. “The Sookie Stackhouse Series” or “The Southern Vampire Series” complete with *GASP* sex scenes and pre-marital sex (it’s illegal to marry a vampire…because they’re fucking dead, perverts).

If you’ve seen the show, you know what I’m talking about. Hot fairies, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, serial killers…love it. Love it all. Love it on toast. Love it in a tree. Hot fantasy things in hot fantasy-like scenarios including missing persons, “vampire rights”, religious discrimination, and of course, love triangles/hexagons.

Where oh where has my show been and when will it return to me?! Their current fanpage is under construction…I guess ondemand and DVDs will have to suffice until season 4!

http://trueblood.org/

No. No possible way.

This is completely unacceptable, Joan Cusack. I know Working Girl is from the 80s but good god woman. Show some restraint.

Please refer to this helpful infographic!

This is great for literally 100 reasons. First of all, if its not yet clear to everyone, I love all incarnations of Nic Cage. I love the Nicolas Cage who effectively portrays a man killing himself with booze while falling in love with Elisabeth Shue. I love equally but differently the Nicolas Cage who magically has ALL OF HISTORY memorized. I love his “acting” (read:”hair”) in that movie, but HSM help you if you try to convince me its a good movie. Its not. Its also not historically accurate/informative, which people have somehow deluded themselves into thinking. Here’s a good clue guys: if its real history, its probably not fun. Is this fair to history? I think so. Think about it: how much of your life is fun? The majority? No. Now think about how they only invented fun 50 years ago, and before that you had to be a wage slave from the time you were old enough to not piss your pants. And before THAT you had to plant carrots and make your own cheese all day, which made your back hurt and gave you leathery skin if you lived to be past the age of 30. So yeah, I think my assertion that history is not a rollicking good time is pretty valid.

As you can see from the helpful picture I have provided, Cage has invested in a new brand of crazy weave for this role, and its perfect. I wouldn’t want him to recycle the one he used from the movie he made with Jessica Biel, it probably would STILL reek of her brand of acting.Yeah, I have the balls to complain about Jessica Biel’s performance in a movie where we’re getting Crazy Ass Cage, but where’s her Raising Arizona to make up for it? She doesn’t have one, and never will, because the wood cut out of a santa claus with fangs in my parent’s garage made before the Twilight craze cheapened its appeal has more talent than her. At least he’s subtle about his damn fangs for HSM’s sakes. She doesn’t give the the same courtesy in regards to her boobs.

Secondly, Jay Baruchel. That’s all I think I need to say on that subject.

Thirdly, judging by the trailers and posters, it looks like these two guys running around doing some shit that has little to do with the Mickey Mouse cartoon its based on. I like this because I like people just doing shit for no reason. I’m sure they give a reason, but hopefully its some bullshit like they have to defeat the rival evil wizard with his full head of real hair because he wants to harness some light energy to take over the world and give some small position of authority to his undoubtedly less attractive and possibly less human sidekick. Oh, how I hope his sidekick is a broom.

All told, I’ve probably been waiting to watch this moviefilm for a year and a half now. A year and a half. There is no movie in the world that could live up to that set of expectations. It could never be as good, as bad, as big, and as ridiculous as I want it to be. But that’s the neverending flow of life. You have huge hopes, you act on them,  they get dashed, and then in a delusional frenzy you craft equally high expectations for the next thing. One time my sister asked me if I wanted to go on a trip TEN TIMES IN A ROW and every time I agreed she tripped me. I was too blinded by my frenzy to go to Disney World to think about such petty logistical details as ‘my sister can’t drive’ and ‘she just tripped you seven times, this is probably the only trip she’s got an itinerary for’.

And that is why you should either never hope for anything, or accept that you’re a little bit of a deluded fool. And also why I’m going to watch the SHIT out of this movie. In like, 20 hours.

Don’t feel bad about getting it wrong. I’ve written fourteen letters like this to The Olive Garden, plus one unrelated to language (the hostess refused to give me more than two crayons. WHAT kind of establishment is THAT, I ask you? She had no idea I was planning on grinding the green one up on my salad to give it flavor).

If you have any more questions, feel free to contact me c/o Taco Bell. I don’t work there, but I make a regular habit of enjoying their Fiesta Potato Tacos. You should take note – they kept the adjectives in their native tongue (if you can call ‘party’ an adjective) – and effectively communicated the idea that these indeed would be loud, rambunctious, and best enjoyed on the weekend.

Yours,

Elektrogirl

Bro #1: Oh hey! I didn’t recognize you! How are you?

Bro #2: What? Seriously?

Bro#1: What’s going on man?

Bro#2: You seriously walked all the way over here and didn’t recognize me?!

This seems like a fairly uninteresting conversation, but please note, the one was offended that his friend didn’t immediately recognize him is dressed virtually identically to him AND the guy next to him. Also they are all wearing baseball caps indoors on a cloudy day. ALSO there are four of them and there have been the entire time (remember I said three?). That’s how much of  Herculean task it is to differentiate between bros. Lets also take note of the fact that only two of the four took part in this conversation, giving me the impression that one (one that spoke, three all together) of them is like that monster from Doctor Who that can take on multiple bodies if they are connected, but only one of them can speak at a time.