Honestly, I never really cared too much for Transformers, but I know it’ll be huge and unavoidable, and most likely entertaining so I suppose I’ll watch it. (Besides, what kind of loser “movie critic” would I be if I didn’t see it?) However, I sorta wish it featured a male equivalent of Megan Fox. Although, they do have Josh Duhamel, Tyrese and Shia Labeouf… I mean I guess that’s cool enough.
Oh my god, saw this trailer and it almost tugged at my tear-chords (almost!) It’s another quarter-life crisis thing, this time from a more girly, mainstream perspective.
I’ll admit, it does look a tad cheesy and I can already predict what’s going to happen (she’ll realize she loves her BGF and she’ll probably get a job) but I will STILL watch this because…
It stars Alexis Bledel and I’ve always been quite fond of her.
And of course, I can kind of relate to it, which is something I tend to like in movies.
If done right, it’ll probably make me cry!
(Update: I saw this movie on a plane. It was terrible. But it put me to sleep, which was good for my 13 hour ride.)
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.
The trailer for Public Enemies is finally here. Coolness! I must say, Johnny Depp looks quite dapper in his suit. Special thanks to JJ for the link!
I saw this trailer on the Yahoo homepage today, and I just had to have it here. The walls of this blog are brimming with anticipation!
I saw Hot Rod last week, and I was actually quite surprised that I laughed. I mean, I didn’t just laugh, I bursted out laughing. I’m not saying it was a good movie, because technically, it isn’t… but there are some hilarious scenes! Below are my two favorites. I’m posting them here, because today was a crappy day… and one of my remedies for times like these are funny videos. These were instant mood-boosters!
Gotta love that Andy Samberg. I like to think he’s the man who revived SNL. Jorma Taccone is awesome too!
I’m happy to report that my imaginary relationship with Christian Bale is “on again”, after that little meltdown incident that left me doubting his sanity a few days ago. He has issued an apology, and it’s not one of those contrived PR statements – no, it’s the real deal, it’s his voice and what I believe to be, his genuine sentiments. Of course, he has to save face you know, after all, the success of Terminator depends largely on his likability as a person and an actor, and unfortunately he’s had some bad press lately. It’s all too ironic.
His relatively low-key life changed after he donned that fateful cape. After years of toiling away from the spotlight, he’s finally received the recognition he deserves. But now it seems he’s a household name for all the wrong reasons.
The public seems to know more about his volatile temperament than his laudable accomplishments. I guess the media has a way of shaping people, of creating whole identities out of isolated incidents. And collectively, consumers can be easily convinced. Sweeping statements about his anger issues are now the focal point of this man’s impressive career, and little regard is given to the sacrifices he’s made to get here.
Here’s a man who keeps it real. He’s no prima donna, there’s no false pretense, he knows he was in the wrong and he’s sorry. Call me naive, but I believe him. And seriously folks, how can one not forgive a man with such a bad-ass accent?
Here’s the official apology/explanation/statement/excuse to hear his great English mannerisms: