It’s not actually Friday, but that’s okay. I’ve just returned from a brief hiatus – a mental vacation if you will – so I’ve missed a few fashion weeks. But that’s the beauty of having your own blog, you can make and break your own silly ill-defined rules. Today’s actually Monday, and I hate Mondays! Monday mornings that is. Let’s just pretend it’s Friday.

What better way to kick off (or end) the week than with some Megan Fox fashion shots. I’m not really a huge fan of Megan on the red carpet, because I think she’s one of those people who look greatest when they’re not overly dressed and dolled up. Actually scratch that. I just did some google searches, and she’s an alien who looks amazing ALL the time. But, in keeping with my uber-creative title, here are some relatively recent pics of Fox in what I believe suits her best: Denim.

These are some very nice jeans, I love the hue, it’s pretty much the perfect blue. The tucked-in teal top nicely accentuates the studded belt. I would buy this right now, if it guaranteed I could look as great. Oh yeah, can’t forget about those cool aviator shades!

See, no make up and she still looks amazing! It’s kind of unreal. I like the overall simplicity of the individual pieces – a tank top, an open cardigan, strapped wedge sandals, and of course, I’m a big fan of these loose-fit cropped jeans. I prefer them much more than the horrendous Katie Holmes Boyfriend Jeans, which I am just not feeling.

I admit, it’s not the best photo and perhaps not the best look. But it was for the Kid’s Choice Awards, so it was quite appropriate. The cropped leather jacket is a very nice touch. Actually, the whole outfit works for me.

A classic example of how something that would look so casual on anybody else looks outstanding on Megan. An unassuming tye-dye top, a perfect-fitting “I’m just hittin’ the mall” jeans, her footwear of choice and the chic, non-oversized, atypical of the typical hollywood starlet shades. It’s just another day in the life of the world’s most beautiful woman. (According to various magazine and Internet sources and some of my male friends).

It’s kind of strange how things work sometimes.

If you read this site regularly (anyone?) you’ll notice that I haven’t been doing many updates these days. I’m not sure exactly what to attribute this to. It could be due to lack of interest, or lack of interesting occurrences in Hollywood. Or an existential crisis.

I usually do quick internet searches for notable stories or movie releases worth mentioning, but lately, I’ve come away empty-handed. I just don’t seem to care anymore. There’s nothing interesting to talk about, nothing important to relay, nothing that sufficiently addresses the underlying uncertainty of “what exactly am I doing this for?”

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to my own life, my own aspirations, trying to figure out the patterns that have prevented me from attaining true happiness – the kind that can weather temporary setbacks, that keeps you afloat amidst oceans of negativity. Having recently reached that quarter-century milestone, I feel a sense of inadequacy, a sense that my ideal and real self are poles apart.

I’m nowhere near the person I had always set out to be, or imagined I would become at 25. I don’t have a best-selling book, and the self-help guru within has yet to emerge. What’s worse, all the goals that once gave way to a secure sense of identity have unraveled like a loosely fastened knot, detaching a boat from its dock. And here I am, stranded without a paddle in a sea of confusion, hit with the realization that dreams are sometimes just illusions, and degrees don’t always come with guarantees.

In short, I am having a Quarter-Life Crisis. It’s kind of like the mid-life crisis, but for us young folk. Apparently it’s a phenomenon – as in, there are tons of others in my age-bracket going through the same thing. It’s even on Wikipedia, which means it’s true. John Mayer sings about it too.

So what exactly does all this have to do with my movie blog?

Well, I was starting to wonder if merely watching and writing about movies was a waste of time, time that could be better allocated towards self-discovery perhaps. But suddenly, by a random hybrid of chance and fate, I came across a movie that happened to address the very issues I’ve been facing.

It’s called How to Be starring Robert Pattinson (who’s no doubt a household name, having starred in two Harry Potters and all). Rob’s character, Art, is a socially maladjusted 20-something who’s determined to overcome his depressive existence by seeking the guidance of a self-help author, whom he invites to live with him in his parents’ home. Comedic developments are sure to ensue on this road to self-actualization.

But it’s more than just a comedy. It’s one of those instances of art imitating reality, and not an overly-stylized MTV reality of airheads and jocks and a backdrop of sprawling mansions, but a reality of actual relevance – a reference to a life its audience actually knows, though one they may not fully understand. This is a movie that speaks to the subset of our generation who still don’t have it all figured out, who harbor fears about the future and who still wonder “What is this really all about?”

Of course, I haven’t seen the movie yet, so I can’t say whether it satisfactorily addresses these issues. Maybe I’ll decide that it’s a weak attempt at exploring the concerns of the undecided young adult, or that I actually can’t relate to it at all. Maybe I’ll hate the movie.  But final verdicts aside, discovering the film at that exact time was the impetus I needed – to continue writing about and watching movies, to see that it isn’t a complete waste of time, and to realize that there is a certain normalcy in being undefined. For now, at least.

This is pure awesomeness, courtesy of my new pals at Latino Review. The photo was snapped at ShoWest (yes, it’s a photo hence the discoloration and brightness) where RDJ took the stage and introduced a few clips from the movie. No word on whether this will be the official poster, but it tickled my anticipation for sure. Featuring Jude Law and Rachel McAdams, the movie opens on Christmas Day – hooray!

There’s another reason why people choose to just download movies instead of going to watch it in the theaters: they want to avoid THAT guy. The guy who can single-handedly alienate and annoy the entire audience and ruin the movie-going experience for everyone involved. Don’t be that guy.You know, the guy who:

• Loudly voices his opinion after each trailer

• High-fives his buddies before the movie starts

• Expresses extreme displeasure at the sight of another dude’s jewels  to make it known that he is NOT gay (Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Watchmen)

• Hollers obscenities and makes stupid noises when a hot girl appears on screen (again, maybe to make it clear that he’s NOT gay?)

• Keeps his cell phone on and then, when someone calls, actually proceeds to answer and have a conversation

• Laughs extra loud to show that he got the joke

• Or, even worse, laughs obnoxiously loud at something that just isn’t funny

• Observes and comments on every girl walking up the aisle

• Tosses popcorn indiscriminately into the audience

• Kicks the back of your seat, repeatedly

• Puts his feet up on your adjacent chair

• Conversates with his pals, as if no one else is there

• Randomly and frequently yells “Booyah!” at inopportune moments. Variations include “Snap!” or “Brrrap!” (man, what does that even mean?!!)

Chances are, you’ve encountered this guy too.  Sometimes he travels in clones, such as the time when I was watching “First Sunday” and a group of suburban kids thought it’d be cool to drink beer and loudly get drunk, pissing everyone off in the process. Fortunately, at least one of the friends was a level-headed lad and urged the losers to quiet down, which led to some ruckus, which forced them to leave the theater.

This brings me to my most important point: don’t be THAT guy who sits by letting the friend act like a jerk. If the guilty party is part of your circle, do us all a big favor, pull an Uncle Phil and toss his ass to the curb! WORD!