A million questions

Last night was almost perfect.

Those moments are like that. It’s just us–me and Zed, so often I sometime forget he wasn’t always there. (Don’t worry we always have our puppy in mind, Archer won’t let us forget he is the MOST IMPORTANT DOG IN THE WORLD.)

We needed a quiet night away. Not in, no hermit-ness, outside, around people, maybe see a movie. We don’t frequently agree about which movies are worth theatre price tags when compared to literally any other format. We loved “They Came Together” at home on Xbox for maybe $7.

So what warrants twice that for two plus popcorn and soda?

“Snowpiercer.”

‘Cause we classy y’all.

No, not really. We both love sci-fi and fantasy, then you throw in some of my favorite Korean famous people and I can’t help myself. My butt is in the theatre almost through telekinesis.

And you know what? It paid off.

The movie was brilliant. Tightly woven, tightly acted, beautifully shot, and infused with the kind of energy films get when the entire creative team seems like they’ve been waiting their entire professional careers for something so wonderful to throw all their talents into. And then, it’s gorgeous.

The symbolism, layers, meanings, and everything come together in a very French way. The style always maintains a certain Korean-ness in my opinion and the acting held together by Tilda Swinton’s brilliant weirdness is so America. The film felt international from the moment it began and in a dystopian world with few survivors and few languages, it was just what it needed to set the mood.

Oh, and the steam punk was a lovely touch.

So that’s us then. Me and Zed. Not nearly old enough to be regulars to Wednesday movies and members at the local independent theatre, but doing that because Wednesday nights fit our schedule for an “only us” date. And the membership is cheaper than paying all the time.

We’re old. Only we’re not.

Are we?

I did find a gray hair not too long ago.

Fuck.

After the movie, we walked out into the slowly darkening night. (Yes, we went to a movie that early in summer.) We talked about the merits of the film, and how together we’re like one hipster; separate we’re a crazy cat lady and an ogre. Then it was home. And time for another walk this one with a dog. We walked in a light desert rain. The kind of rain so soft and slow it feels more like the perfect breeze to a steamy day than a rain storm at all. The sky kept darkening as we wound our way around downtown.

Eventually, we made our way home. Just in time for the down pour to really begin. Archer hid under the bed at the first sign of thunder. Zed turned on a kung fu film. I snuggled up with the man than the dog before finally settling into an easy sleep.

Is it really that easy? Happiness is just another day with a little bit of work.

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I’ll have some bling with that


Are you gearing up for Sofia Coppola’s Bling Ring this weekend? I sure am. And a pretty awesome starting point is this Vanity Fair piece by Nancy Jo Sales.

This is the perfect movie to resurrect strawberry champagne cake. Even though I’ll have to wait a couple weeks for the film to arrive in SLC. (Boo! I’m still waiting for “Much Ado!” It’s been a whole week.)

After reading Monkey See’s piece about just how many films are men-centric today. (And by today, she really just means today, right now, this Friday.) Then there’s Indiewire’s  article on how the critics handle a woman-directed film. That is again upsetting and recalls the way Katheryn Bigelow is treated by Hollywood and its critics. (As if marrying James Cameron is the most important thing she has done. It not like Point Break ever happened. Just kidding. That’s a kind of terrible joke. She’s made at least two powerful and important films that I have seen Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty. She is a master at telling stories that matter. And you know, Johnny Utah. God, I love that movie.)

I’m feeling all girl power-y and angry, and holy freak it’s been way too long since I binged on Buffy. 

Plus I’m wearing flares today.

Guys and gals, the 90s are happening now. At least in my house, bring on the grunge! And the sour patch kids! And probably some Pepsi! And ramen! I’m pretty sure that’s how I made it through elementary school

The motivation is getting to me. I need to do something. We need to do something. So if you can support women and films. Go see “Frances Ha,” watch “Girls” and “The Mindy Project,” take your friends to “Before Midnight” just so you can see a cast with men and women.

In the meantime, I’m taking this inspiration and revisiting an old project all about women. Following Jane Espenson’s advice to snare the power of the hour and write uninterrupted for 60 minutes.

Let’s see how this goes.

Sequel-ing Pitch Perfect

The Bellas of “Pitch Perfect” via Alice Tynan.

Look, I’m just going to call it now Pitch Perfect 2 is going to happen.

No, there has not been an official announcement, but I’m stalking Elizabeth Banks waiting for the word.

Evidence A: Yesterday MTV announced the cast from Pitch Perfect will reunite for an aca-awesome performance at the MTV Music Awards. Of course, they’re pretending Anna Kendrick won’t be there. My psychic senses are tingling though. The talented artist is going to make a special guest appearance for a rendition of “Cups.”

Remember that song on the radio all the time? Yeah, it’s from the movie about competitive a capella singing.

Evidence B: The success of Pitch Perfect has led to Fox reintroducing their a capella competition show The Sing Off. Remember Pentatonix? Yeah, they got their start in season one. The beat boxer, by the way, is a bad ass cello player.

Evidence C: Don’t forget iTunes released a second Pitch Perfect album this week, too.

So yeah that sequel, it’s a comin’!

And I’ll be drinking wine and watching the orignal again soon enough. There is nothing more girly and fun than a flick like this. I think Pitch Perfect is better defined, not by its music, but by other women-centric teen films like 10 Things I Hate About YouMean Girls and Clueless.

God, I hope the success of Pitch marks the rebirth of amazing films about women kicking ass.

The premise for the film sounds stupid. Really? College kids competing in a capella. Isn’t that like the most boring version of music around? I did not believe Chef Andrew I would like this film. I don’t even like musicals. I have never been a fan of movies like ChicagoMoulin Rogue  or The Sound Of Music. The sing-a-long songs of Broadway turned Hollywood generally annoys me.

Nonetheless one night I decided to heed my long-time friends advice. We cracked open a couple bottles of wine; and I fell in love with Pitch Perfect.

I’m telling you now, this movie is going to have a sequel. So watch the original already.

Writing Something New

I’ve had a story in my head for a long time about a family drama that unfolds transforming the characters across parallel time lines.

It’s a screen play.

I know it. I even know what the film looks like, the characters are unnamed but distinct. I know exactly the kind of story it is. It’s a drama, the kind of drama that makes people cry. The kind of scenes that are so tense the least funny line is hysterical because sometimes everyone needs to laugh. The kind of movie that is dark and depressing because it tells us some of the terrible truths about ourselves, about the kind of people we are, and let other people be because sometimes it’s easier to just let go than to try and change our environment.

It’s a story I’ve wanted to tell for so long, I can’t remember not thinking about it.

So I’m finally starting the screen play. And I’m terrified. I do not think of myself as a creative writer. I’m a journalist, I craft words from information obtained through interviews and research. I do not create a world and characters than present them with challenges.

I don’t know how.

But if there was ever a time for me to write something just because I want to, it may as well be now. I’ve joined a writing group, and everyone seems very supportive and creative. Hopefully other eyes and ears will help me see and hear how to make a story out of an idea. One that’s been haunting me for a decade.

P.S. You can expect to see excerpts and work shopped bits in the Sunday Shorts series on the site.