Monday, December 8, 2008
Plastic surgery made me beautiful
I have seen five plastic surgery ads in the last thirty minutes. I don't remember seeing any ads about the procedures a few years ago. Is this something new? I mean, this has got to say something about our country when there are ads showcasing multiple clinics that do the same job. Plastic surgery is a big deal. I guess I never really noticed it before. I always thought it was something only the "elite" were accessable to. Nope. I could hit up one of those clinics and getter breasts and a new chin if I wanted to. Thanks for making that a possibility?
It's great for some, I suppose. But I just wish we valued everyone's natural beauty more. I like plastic surgery for the fact that women and men can come out of a surgery feeling better about themselves--I'm all for people having confidence. But wouldn't it be wonderful if we could wake up every morning with our "small" breasts, "undefined" chin and say I like the way I look. That will never be, no matter how much I hope.
It's great for some, I suppose. But I just wish we valued everyone's natural beauty more. I like plastic surgery for the fact that women and men can come out of a surgery feeling better about themselves--I'm all for people having confidence. But wouldn't it be wonderful if we could wake up every morning with our "small" breasts, "undefined" chin and say I like the way I look. That will never be, no matter how much I hope.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
How it's Made
They will never run out of things to talk about on How it's Made. I just counted thirty things in my apartment that I've never seen on that show. Smartest move television has ever made.
What the kids are watchin'
I was walking through the neighborhood Target, looking at things to get my nieces for Christmas when I noticed the twenty fifth anniversary edition of The Last Unicorn (1982). Since it came out before I was born, some of my peers may not have gotten to experience the cult classic; my older brother and sister gave me that opportunity. I see the movie as almost a token of my childhood--I watched it all the time. So, when I saw the new packaging and digitally remastered, first ever DVD version of the movie on Target shelves, I was overjoyed. But when I watched again, I realized how incredibly dark that movie really is. My God. I asked myself how, at my young age, I wasn't scared of the spooky forest or the decrepit, wart-ridden gypsy woman. And I frankly have no idea how I survived it.
But, I realized also that this "my parents let me watch this?!" revelation wasn't the first I've ever had. The kids in my generation were exposed to some weird stuff. Really, I'm not complaining. These movies are very entertaining. Sure, there are no CGI robots or ogres; and the "passe" animation didn't even use a computer for help... just hands.
It's classic. It's a memory. And I plan on having my kids enjoy the simplistic, non-realistic, slighty frightening movies that I gazed upon when I was their age. I can't wait for the "ughh.. mom what is this crap? It's only 2D"
But, I realized also that this "my parents let me watch this?!" revelation wasn't the first I've ever had. The kids in my generation were exposed to some weird stuff. Really, I'm not complaining. These movies are very entertaining. Sure, there are no CGI robots or ogres; and the "passe" animation didn't even use a computer for help... just hands.
It's classic. It's a memory. And I plan on having my kids enjoy the simplistic, non-realistic, slighty frightening movies that I gazed upon when I was their age. I can't wait for the "ughh.. mom what is this crap? It's only 2D"
Monday, December 1, 2008
And the Cowboys take the field. Up next, the Jonas Brothers?
Wake up at ten. Cook until three. Say a prayer. Give thanks. Feast and then watch some football. This is my family tradition for Thanksgiving Day. But this year, something threw that tradition off.
The half time show, usually bombarded by country singers or American Idol contestants, was polluted with the frolicking new age Brady Bunch: the Jonas Brothers. Ten year old girls swooped to the stage to try their luck and touching the virgin, guitar playing fingers of one of the Jonas boys. My thirteen year old niece sprinted to the remote to turn the volume up full blast. Through the squeals you could slightly hear the catchy beats of the teen bop-ular boy band.
My dad and I glanced at each other, knowing full well what each other were thinking.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Are pre-teen Bonne Bell boy band fanatics really the type to be watching a football game? I could have sworn the target market was slightly more masculine. Not that I wouldn't love to have my nieces enjoy football with the rest of the family on Thanksgiving, but not at the expense of tradition. When I watch grown men chasing after a "pigskin" I'd rather the Jonas clan stay out of it.
Oh Reeves. Please.
"Where'd you learn to act? The Keanu Reeves school of acting?" Reeves is a bad actor, and you may take this blog as simply a reiteration of that. Really, it is. Because guess what? He did it again.
I'd like to say I have some respect for the man since he's been able to rise to the stardom he has, but with every movie he makes I end up punching myself in the eye because, though I can't stop watching, I'd rather be blind. Now, I have a background in theatre, so I'm partially biased, but honestly, my high school chums could not only out-act the man, but get a higher score on a math test. And Ol' Keanu is bringing agony yet again with his newest action/adventure flick: The Day the Earth Stood Still.
The film, about an alien and his robot counterpart, has a trailer that closely resembles a film that he's done three times before. The same gloomy atmosphere, the same bright green fluorescent lighting, and even a female counterpart that looks just like Trinity! And, of course, there's that face. The "what? Oh.. my.. god... I don't get it" face that Keanu has made famous.
I just wish.. I really really wish he would just stop.
Either that or make a movie with Sylvester Stallone. They would be brothers.
Oh that's her name: Emily Blunt
Any nine to nineteen year old female has at least caught a glimpse of the scene The Devil Wears Prada. The movie, a chick flick no doubt, launched an unknown actress to stardom.
Emily Blunt played the role of "Emily" in 2006's The Devil Wears Prada. From that role, she earned nominations for a Golden Globe and two MTV movie awards and won a London Critics Circle Film Award for "British Supporting Actress of the Year" and Women in Film Crystals Award for "Face of the Future".
Blunt also made an appearance in the 2007 film Dan in Real Life (which is what inspired me to write this blog about her) as a red convertible-driving date of Dane Cook. She had no lines, but it brought upon an "oh! It's that girl! The one from ... oh you know" moment.
It's no doubt that Blunt has made a name, or face, for herself, and has made herself quite a catch. The British actress has been dating jazz crooner Michael Buble since 2005.
The starlet's newest role is Sunshine Cleaning: alongside Enchanted's Amy Adams, Blunt plays the role of Adam's unreliable sister who starts a bio-hazard removal/crime clean up service to pay for her son's tuition. The film, which debuted at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival--it was purchased by Overture films and should hit national theaters soon.
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