Sunday 21 November 2010

speechless

So I just wasted the most horrifying hour and a half of my life.

I watched The Human Centipede on Netflix and regret it completely. In all honesty, it wasn't the content that turned me off. Obviously the concept is disgusting and disgraceful, but I'd like to think I have a relatively strong stomach when it comes to the outrageous and nonsensical. Just about everything else was really what got me - the terrible acting, the shoddy camera work, the predictability and lack of suspense... I have now lost more than an hour of my life which I will never get back...
Once I can gather my thoughts I'll try to write something of substance about this movie.

For now I can only string together a few things about Centipede that I can't get out of my head:

Pro: No real background on the Doctor and his psychotic experimentation - I love a movie where we don't get an answer to any of the "whys?"
Con: There were moments in the film where it was clear they were trying to develop the character of the Doctor. It was too much for us to completely disconnect from him, but not enough that we understand his madness. In my opinion I don't think there's any room for this sort of middle ground character development. Either he's a crazed lunatic for no reason, or we learn of something substantial that causes him to be this way. Just a little of each makes our interpretation of him murky.
Pro: The Japanese actor - his lines were just horrible, but his delivery was impeccable. He definitely stole the movie.
Con: Nothing is left to the imagination - the "creature" is revealed right away. The reveal does have some hint of suspense, but for a really effective shock the wait should have been longer. The more build up, the better the surprise in the end.
Con: Why give them gauze diapers, but still keep the ladies topless? I know why - just because! Movies like this really bother me. Blood/guts/gore/sex just to be shocking. If it's not in any way related to the plot, then what's the point? The popularity of these shocker films is only growing (how many Saw's are there now!?)... and it's because viewers, writers, and even producers are getting lazy. Nobody cares enough about substance to pay attention to content... think about that one for a bit kids.

In the meantime, while I try to organize all the different things I have to say about this movie, I'm going to think about kittens, rainbows, and just about anything else that might make me feel better.

Friday 12 November 2010

shameless plugs

I have to say it:
I absolutely LOVE
The Sartorialist. I find it incredibly inspiring - both the photos and the writing.
Everything about this blog speaks to me.
I aspire to look and live like the people featured.
Something about The Sartorialist is classist, yet everything about it is accessible. The men and women, and even children, are so real looking to me. I don't care if they're posed. I don't care if they're wearing clothes I'd never be able to afford in three lifetimes.
I adore this blog and everything about it... particularly the hint of Garance Dore.

SO chic. SO stylish. SO cool. SO perfect. SO motivating.

Monday 8 November 2010

that reminds me...


Today, Gawker posted an article entitled “7 Things You Should Never Do in a Club.” As usual, the Gawker team hit the nail on the head, outlining some of the more annoying occurrences which usually take place on a weekend night.

Personally, I feel that there were a few topics not covered, and some certain club snafus that cannot be ignored. I acknowledge, in advance, that these particular “Don’ts” have a particularly female-centric slant, so if you can’t relate I’m sorry.

Don’t Wait IN the Bathroom

It’s common knowledge that women travel in packs, particularly when we go to the bathroom. It’s a phenomenon that even we don’t understand, but it happens most often when out at a club or lounge. Unfortunately, common courtesy doesn’t always register with drunk individuals, and some ladies have a habit of remaining IN the bathroom while their friends are waiting in line or occupying a stall. This is one of the most inconvenient arrangements I’ve ever experienced. In an already crowded bathroom, I’m of the belief that more bodies just creates more conflict. So girls, please just go, do what you came to do, and leave again. Fix your hair, pee, do your makeup, hell – do a line off the nasty seat for all I care. But please just leave the bathroom when you’re done. It makes things move faster and more efficiently, and reduces my risk of getting stepped or spilled on.

Don’t Send Drinks

As far as I can tell this doesn’t happen as much as it used to in any situation or setting. However, I’ve seen it happen in a club and it’s just bad form. It’s too loud to even consider approaching the sender to say thank you. And it’s too crowded to even get to him/her. Once again, spillage is a serious risk. And unless you’re Don Draper, you will likely come off as a creep. There’s really no way around it. Don’t send drinks at a club. A quiet pub, a wine bar, even a restaurant. Fine. But not in a club. EVER.

Don’t Wear Expensive or Rare Fabrics

Depending on the venue, you are likely going to get bumped and nudged. Depending on what kind of evening you’re having, and of course what kind of friend’s you’ve got, you are going to get spilled on, have makeup smeared on you, get pen on your hands, and you may possibly even vomited on. So, for the love of god, don’t complain when your silk/sequined/feathered/leather item of clothing gets “ruined.” You should have known better. Save the sassy textiles for the classy venues.

Back Up Off My Back

I am fully aware that it is difficult to approach a member of the opposite sex in a club with the hopes of generating some sort of spark or connection of any kind. I respect that it takes a lot for a guy to dance at all, let alone come over and try to dance with me. I’m also completely comfortable with the fact that nobody formally asks to dance with you anymore. But I don’t understand how guys assume we ladies find it appealing when we suddenly feel your pelvis grinding up against us from behind. It’s the dance-floor equivalent of a catcall. I’m sorry, I haven’t even looked at you in the face, and you’re dancing with, no, ON me? No no little man. Stop right there. If a woman wants to dance with you, she will let you know. Even the shyest of ladies will somehow alert you to her interests. Pay attention to our body language and keep an eye out for eye contact. For those of you dancers who are actually good at what you do, do your thing! Dance away. Show us what you’ve got, and if you seem fun and appealing, we’ll come to you. Otherwise, please keep your junk away from my trunk.

Don’t Get Completely Trashed

I’m all for having a good time, but please please please don’t get so drunk that you need to be taken care of. It’s somewhat acceptable in any other scenario, but in the event that a friend gets beyond drunk in a crowded club, you’re just in for a really long night. As mentioned before, the bathrooms are crowded. God forbid your friend needs to get sick, you’re screwed. And leaving is a whole other issue – and finding the missing coat/purse/shoes/wallet/credit card/cell phone is just the first step. You still need to find a way to coerce your wasted friend OUT of the club. More often than not they will want to stay, completely unaware of what a mess they’ve become. If, however, you DO manage to get them to leave, just getting to the door is a problem in itself. The throngs of dancing club-goers will likely make it hard for you to get outside, let alone you dragging/pushing/carrying a friend out with you. So please, boys and girls, don’t just think of yourselves – think of me and the people like me who have to get you in a cab at the end of the night.

Watch Your Elbows

I get it. It’s crowded at clubs. People are dancing and having a good time, and generally you don’t notice that you’re elbowing me in the back. But I’ve heard horror stories of poked eyes, hair caught in rings, elbows to the ribs/back/stomach and worse. So please, just be aware of your surroundings… Or else you might get a very deliberate elbow throw to the gut.


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