(Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s, like, two weeks worth. And I live alone? And have no life? And need background noise? Aiiee.)
* Mermaids. I love it, I do. I also love Cher. Feel free to unfriend me now.
* Rushmore kicked off my mini Wes Anderson film festival. I still think this is his best, but I really adore The Royal Tenenbaums as well. (I have to say it is a little surreal to finish Tenenbaums and follow it up with a few episodes of “Arrested Development”.) Both of those I own, and I picked up The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou at the library, but I haven’t been able to finish it yet. It’s a beautiful film, but oh, Wes. What’s with the gay bashing? That’s just the first in a list of things that aren’t working for me. He’s in love with form, and I can respect that, but there needs to be life too.
* You know, I always forget that Ben Stiller directed Reality Bites. I watched it after Tenenbaums because Stiller’s such an odd actor for me. When he has the right material I adore him, but he really is in a lot of crap. Reality Bites, thankfully, is definitely not crap.
* Save the Last Dance is directed by the same guy who did Swing Kids. Huh. And, hee! It’s written by the same guy who wrote Step Up. Anyway. It’s a guilty pleasure dance movie. Julia Stiles is really not much of an actress, and yet I always like her. Maybe my standards are lower than I thought.