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cinesnaxxx:

She’s All That (1999)

Directed by Robert Iscove

So full disclosure: I downloaded Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace with every intention of reviewing it, because, hello: Liam Neeson, Ewan McGregor and Princess Amadala’s amazing haute couture costumes. But that movie was taking too long to download, so I was like, why not just see what’s on Netflix, and I saw Freddie Prinze Jr’s pretty face, and had to go for it. I didn’t mean to watch the whole damn thing but this is a great movie. Seriously. I was also monumentally hungover because it was the day after Halloween - so this was definitely a comfort movie choice.

This is one of my favourite movies of the 90s, and it has it all: Gabrielle Union, guest appearances from Usher and Lil Kim, Matthew Lillard as the quintessential 90s movies’ weird guy, Fairuza Balk, sweet tunes, Pygmalion-style makeovers, and a Culkin brother.

You know when you go back and watch movies you loved years ago, and you discover something new about them to appreciate? I really appreciated the underlying theme of the artist/weirdo struggling to express themselves. Lainey Boggs is a prolific painter, trying to live up to her mother’s legacy - but she wasn’t in touch with her individual style - that girl needed to go deep. Thankfully, FPJ helped with that. Then, she opened up his eyes to the hilarious and liberating world of performance art, when he took the stage to perform a hackey-sack inspired monologue. Creativity is an important sub-theme of this movie, and how it can be an empowering form of expression for a conventionally attractive confused young person running for prom queen.

But basically it is just a teen rom com and made me feel good throughout the course of my hangover. Also, LOL at Lainey’s Dad who can’t seem to get an answer right on Jeopardy. He’s so much better than the sad dad in Pretty in Pink.

Snaxxx: I had one of those frozen pizzas, Dr. Oetker’s thin crust veggie, it was just what I needed. I was hangover snacking hard too: Kettle Chips cracked salt and pepper and dark chocolate covered cranberries. I was really fucking satisfied with myself. I was also lying in bed for part of this, just so you know where I was at.

Overall rating: I am rejecting the notion of a guilty pleasure, I think that’s kind of elitist and plays into the whole high culture vs low culture/ironic dichotomy. So I love this movie, 8 boxes of wine out of 10. You get 90s babes, makeovers, and Usher. No complaints. Highly recommended for your next hangover (as are those Kettle chips, damn)

And so I leave you with this musical gem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N-qO3sPMjc

(sara)

this is gonna be a really matthew lillard centric week and i wouldn’t have it any other way

harry dean ‘sad dad’ stanton forever

expirednovelty:

cinesnaxxx:

The Slumber Party Massacre (1982)
Dir. Amy Holden Jones

Shout outs to Rita Mae Brown for writing a sleazy slasher film with subtle feminist undertones. Also shout outs to Amy Holden Jones for directing Beethoven, which I may or may not watch later tonight. Because Thursday.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate that the killer is quite possibly the clandestine love child of Jimmy Fallon and Fred Armisen:

You see it. She sees it.

One of the best parts of this film is when Coach Jana returns home to find a repairwoman installing a peephole in her front door AKA kind of the narrative premise of every porn ever. Based mostly on the euphemistic dialogue and sexy eye contact, I am 95% sure I’m not reading too far into this:


Bobette the Builder (dream woman) gives a once-over so good it’s incapable of being screencapped. I see you, ladies. Peephole indeed. There’s also mention of a cat, but I’m not even gonna go there.

Snack Accoutrements: I enjoyed a soy protein burrito with a side of tortilla chips and guacamole. The burrito was lackluster due to a radically conservative amount of burrito sauce (unclear on what the burrito sauce is, also) and possible cheese deficit. I think the burrito place is rationing my condiments. Specifically my condiments. I also had a can of Diet Coke which I am now using as an ashtray because apparently I’ve given up.

Overall Rating: 7/10 boxes of wine. Preferably red, so as to really endow my girl power spirit, i.e. to shout at the screen in drunken excitement, which should then be followed by an inexplicable feeling of sadness and general malaise. The Slumber Party Massacre could use a bit more camp, but what couldn’t? I did enjoy the film’s li’l feminist wink ending: symbolic castrations abound and Valerie totally appropriates a big ol’ phallus in her “doing” of Jimmy/Fred Jr.. Also, I FEEL THIS:

Thank you, Rita. You understand me. You understand my life.

(Sarah-Tai)

Sarah-Tai and I are starting a snacks and film review blog. First entry is top notch, STB. Our rating system is based on boxes of wine, because, duh.

my snacks are gonna get real sad real quick

theofmoviestills:

~~~~~CINEMATIC PARALLELZ~~~~~

Vertigo | Alfred Hitchcock | 1958

Cinnabon

what a great segue to me and sara's new tumblr, cinesnaxxx.

just trying to give our lives some meaning, y’all.

Carl Beam, Two Kinds of Power (1992)

Carl Beam, Two Kinds of Power (1992)

whitelung:

yes. x a million.

whitelung:

yes. x a million.

holy-scraps:

John Berger, Ways of Seeing, Episode 1 (1972)

howtobeafuckinglady:

i love joe budden don’t judge me

original nail inspiration

original nail inspiration

theofmoviestills:

Blue Is the Warmest Color | Abdellatif Kechiche | 2013

i can’t

theofmoviestills:

Blue Is the Warmest Color | Abdellatif Kechiche | 2013

i can’t

communicants:

chamanka:

shihlun: Agnes Varda and a Pink Frankenstein.

This seems right.

yup

communicants:

chamanka:

shihlun: Agnes Varda and a Pink Frankenstein.

This seems right.

yup