I rented Pitch Perfect from Amazon Saturday night, and not only was I pleasantly surprised, I totally fell in love. This movie is wonderful! The characters, the story, the music, and good lord but Elizabeth Banks and John Michael Higgins are hilarious. “Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.” One of my favorite running gags is Lily, the girl who speaks so softly that I’ve watched the movie three times so far and I still haven’t figured out all of her lines, but here’s a taste of some that I have caught: “I ate my twin in the womb,” “I did a turn in County,” and “Anyone want to see a dead body?” And I love the sexy confidence of the only slightly absurd Fat Amy. “You call yourself Fat Amy?” “Yeah, so twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back.” Not to mention the marvelous cameo by Christopher Mintz-Plasse in the two audition scenes.
I’m right this second watching it for the fourth time in 48 hours, and I’m still catching new things (Quidditch Club!). I’ve downloaded the soundtrack and several of the original source songs from iTunes. I totally need to get this dvd.
I am so in love with this movie! Go! See it! Love it!
Mock all you like, but I was a huge Roxette fan in the ’90s–I had all their cds, and their Joyride concert is still the best concert I’ve ever been to. So of course when I got the email from Goldstar informing me they were coming to L.A. and that I could see them for a mere $20, I didn’t hesitate and bought two tickets immediately. Woo!
I saw them last night at the Gibson Amphitheater at Universal City (alone, sadly, but with a full amphitheater of other excited fans), and yes, they were still awesome! Scarily older of course, but awesome! (Well, Marie was older for sure–I swear Per must have a scary Dorian-Gray-esque portrait hiding somewhere! Damn men.) Marie couldn’t hit the high notes quite as easily as she used to, but unlike other aging singers, she planned accordingly, changing some of the faster songs to lower notes and saving her reaches for the slower ballads. They played all the old favorites, plus a few I didn’t recognize. It was a great time with a high energy audience, and while sometimes Marie looked like she was in physical pain up there on stage (seriously, I’m thinking her back had to be killing her or something), she and the others all looked like they were having the time of their lives.
Such a good time, and now I totally have to go looking for more recent cds that I don’t have yet. Yay Roxette!
Today is the 14th anniversary of the premier episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the show that changed my life. To commemorate the occasion, I’m watching “Welcome to the Hellmouth” and “The Harvest”–not always an easy task. David’s acting is atrocious, Angel is a wussy vamp who lets Buffy get the drop on him the first time they meet, Darla is whiny, childish, and subservient not just to the Master, but to Luke as well. These are not the vamps we come to know and love, that’s for sure. The rest of the group are remarkably consistent to the characters we grew to love, though, so kudos to them for grasping their alter egos so quickly and easily. The music and special effects, OTOH…. Well, they certainly improved by leaps and bounds by season two!
Anyways, in memory of the first time TV Buffy was unleashed on the world, here’s a promo from that very first episode:
I went googling to find out when the next Harper Connelly book is coming out, only to learn that Charlaine Harris has no plans for any further Harper stories–sadness!
To be honest, I don’t know why I like those books–they’re kinda dark (in a dreary, colorless sense), there isn’t much humor, and the relationship between the two main characters squicks me. And yet, love them to pieces and want more!more!more!
In related news, CBS is developing a new series based on the books, but adaptations are so iffy, they can go either way. I suspect the new show, whenever (if ever) it airs, will just annoy me.