tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57651603587449253412024-03-18T21:37:50.926-07:00empathyif you're wondering what goes through the thoughts and conciousness of a seventeen year old girl, look no further than this blog.AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-87422121716951817902009-09-07T16:55:00.001-07:002009-09-07T16:56:24.769-07:00DJ, Play A ____ Song! -September 7RIGHT NOW I am listening to:<br /><br /><strong>arctic monkeys, paolo nutini, fatboy slim, and wir sind helden</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />:DAnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-37315854262275294082009-09-06T10:28:00.000-07:002009-09-06T11:00:48.681-07:00Quentin Tarantino Strikes Again! -September 5<a href="http://latemag.com/images/inglourious_basterds_11.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://latemag.com/images/inglourious_basterds_11.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">Daniel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bruhl</span> as Nazi war hero, Frederick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Zoller</span></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>One word to describe <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Inglourious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Basterds</span></em>: ENIGMATIC</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Inglourious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Basterds</span></em> truly captures the enigmatic thanks to both the script and the extremely impressive acting. Here I insert the name CHRISTOPH WALTZ (<strong>not</strong> the guy in the picture above) x infinity. Christoph (who plays the cruelly polite Hans <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Landa</span>) is a beauty to watch upon the screen. He charms and generates genuine giggles, but under every word he utters, pure violence and fear is waiting. Creating Hans <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Landa</span> to be such a supremely intelligent (almost supernaturally so) villain, playing against Brad Pitt's pure-brute-no-brains Lt. Aldo Raine, ties into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tarantino's</span> other use of the enigmatic in regards to the actual message of the film...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You can watch <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Inglourious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Basterds</span></em> two different ways: you can take everything for surface thrills and replay "America Rocks, Go Jews" in your head throughout the movie. With this strategy, you leave the film entertained and satisfied. Or you can take the more emotionally tumultuous route and read into everything, drowning in Tarantino's ambiguity and frightening sarcasm. It is difficult to watch the film because Tarantino never makes up his mind between the Jews and the Germans. Yes, he mocks Hitler and glorifies Lt. Aldo, but the innocent foot soldiers are whom I am referring to. Many of the German Nazi soldiers are portrayed as compassionate and thoughtful, while many of the Jewish "Basterds" are portrayed as dumb, violence-obsessed robots. It is this strange mix-up that made <em>Inglourious Basterds</em>, to me, an extremely strong film with an extremely radical message. However, you can only see it if you want to. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All ambiguous social critiques aside, <em>Inglourious Basterds</em> is a great film. For all of the nervous Quentin Tarantino disciples out there, this film, if anything, is another gem in his crown of well-made epics. It is nice to be able to find comfort in Tarantino's classic habits, like chapter-by-chapter story separation and the good ol' female protagonist out for revenge...</div><div> </div><div>Signing off, just wanted to say, don't be at all surprised to see Christoph Waltz at the this seasons Academy Awards...</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-61724819786817836922009-08-24T20:46:00.000-07:002009-08-24T20:48:06.493-07:00Opinion?-Aug. 24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaOgoW3QWEJ9N8-0F6btUH4TlHmkm_LENzHbu2l99ARif3JWKhVucY5nyz747gBp4PJ9CnxUfm3B3nV-xrQeu4Imet8j6lhxxty85ghyphenhyphenXRlqBsQjyX-RufrjA246mPiJuU2nC-RcH7Vat/s1600-h/5460_141695283271_514788271_3348046_11546_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaOgoW3QWEJ9N8-0F6btUH4TlHmkm_LENzHbu2l99ARif3JWKhVucY5nyz747gBp4PJ9CnxUfm3B3nV-xrQeu4Imet8j6lhxxty85ghyphenhyphenXRlqBsQjyX-RufrjA246mPiJuU2nC-RcH7Vat/s400/5460_141695283271_514788271_3348046_11546_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373742911850982546" /></a><br /><div>What do you think?: unflattering, or fabulous? I can't decide...</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-32872606225065817682009-08-20T17:18:00.000-07:002009-08-20T17:22:38.293-07:00Avant La Deluge- Aug. 20Hey all you non-existent readers of my blog!<div><br /></div><div>Today, our senior class organized a big "Decoration of the School". We had chalk, car paint, a skateboard to hang precariously from a light post (boys), some signs, it was great! Then we had a hurricane.</div><div><br /></div><div>All of a sudden the chalk had disappeared and everyone was soaking. So it didn't work out so well...</div><div><br /></div><div>The skateboard is still hanging precariously though! </div><div><br /></div><div>haha</div><div><br /></div><div>....</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-83091942735400316602009-08-18T15:38:00.001-07:002009-08-18T15:48:41.613-07:00Senior Portrait Time!-August 18<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Droa75qLVtLglNx352-ACOd-S7t32SK8bUZ3SgPXXJAsxHUlKrQwaz7H3KO5a44SF8kCVUD-jr6B9JaEFyewhnmrfM7WzkhhQPeKB2K_8LaHGB1rQgvc9YKrhV51M6SEtKyZV7JI_xD-/s1600-h/GraduationPortrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Droa75qLVtLglNx352-ACOd-S7t32SK8bUZ3SgPXXJAsxHUlKrQwaz7H3KO5a44SF8kCVUD-jr6B9JaEFyewhnmrfM7WzkhhQPeKB2K_8LaHGB1rQgvc9YKrhV51M6SEtKyZV7JI_xD-/s400/GraduationPortrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371437484024647618" /></a><br />Alright all you 17-soon-to-be-18-year-olds! Slip on your most sophisticated ensemble and HAM IT UP!<div><br /></div><div>haha that's obviously not me (at least I hope it's obvious), but I just wanted everyone younger and older than us lucky "almost-adults" to realize (or remember) some of the weird traditions that come along with glorified high school seniordom.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had my "senior portrait" taken today, along with most of my fellow seniors, around the exteriors of my actually picturesque high school. My school kind of looks like a modern art museum from the outside, so you can guess that our photographers had a field day with inventive posing! My personal fav was the elbow-on-the-wall, hand-on-the-hip pose which warranted an unnecessary "Oooo look at that SASS!" from my photographer... (He was a cool guy all things considered)</div><div><br /></div><div>All I can do is hope that I didn't have a forced smile or any other common blunders of my fellow, paparazzi-ed youth!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I hope you guys felt some fond nostalgia...<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-5758021557879670102009-08-14T21:36:00.000-07:002009-08-14T21:37:52.416-07:00DOLLAR DIPLOMACY BLOG- Aug. 14Check out my awesome, gorgeous, fabulous, lovely, super cool friend's blog Dollar Diplomacy!<div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>(doublednogreen.blogspot.com)</b></div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-23688542848817434212009-08-13T16:04:00.000-07:002009-08-13T16:12:46.361-07:00HELP!!-August 13I AM TOTALLY CONFUSED!<div><br /></div><div>I need help you guys!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, here is an undeniable FACT:</div><div>I want to become a film director.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have heard that the majority of actual film directors did not go to "film school", but majored in other things in college. I want to go to a school where I can study film, but I can also study other liberal arts subjects...</div><div><br /></div><div>Now here is the messy part:</div><div><br /></div><div>I am applying to (among others) NYU and Chapman University in Orange, CA</div><div><br /></div><div>In NYU, I can apply to the College of Arts and Sciences and do Cinema Studies, while taking other classes, but I may not be able to study film <b>production</b>. </div><div>I can also specially apply to the Tisch School of Art, but I would have to make a special portfolio and it is very selective. Plus, I would exclusively be studying film. I don't want to do that, not because I don't adore film, but I need a well-rounded education.</div><div><br /></div><div>At Chapman, the Dodge Film School is my only option...</div><div><br /></div><div>So whaddya think? Liberal arts degree and then film in graduate school, or insane film concentration?</div><div><br /></div><div>HEEEEELLPPPP</div><div><br /></div><div>annacquinlan@aol.com</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-25144973820797113202009-08-13T05:42:00.000-07:002009-08-13T05:56:09.637-07:00YIKES! Bending Metal!-August 13OH NO!<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday I was rear-ended in a parking lot for the first time! Actually, the accident was also my fault, but the guy had a pick-up truck, so only my little aluminum foil Camry LE got bruised... I feel bad because he and his friends were very sweet. :( However, the reason I am posting this is to let you guys know exactly what to do in one of these small accidents (because I forgot completely)!</div><div><br /></div><div>CHECK THAT EVERYONE IS UNINJURED</div><div><br /></div><div>1) If you are still living at home, call your parents first thing! It may be painful, but chances are they will be more worried about your safety and what to do next.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Call the police! If the damage is visible, you will need a police report!</div><div><br /></div><div>3) Exchange information (FULL Name, Address, Phone Number, License Plate #). You will also need their insurance card to write down their provider and policy number. Technically it is illegal in most states to drive without your insurance card! If the damage is the other person's fault primarily, call the insurance provider, give the policy number, and explain the situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) If you haven't already, call a family member!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Most importantly, don't get in an accident! Of course that is not completely under your control, but you can help prevent it!</div><div><br /></div><div>1) ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS look EVERYWHERE when you are backing out.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) DON'T TEXT AND DRIVE. Seriously, it is terrifying how much a simple text message can lower your awareness while driving!</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope I didn't freak you out, I just wanted to remind you guys!</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-81315569735609616752009-08-12T14:27:00.000-07:002009-08-12T14:35:51.150-07:00Hey Gurl, I Like Yo Common App...-August 12Hey dudes and dudettes!<div><br /></div><div>I am wrapping up the details of my common application online. I still have yet to fill out the supplements, but all in good time... The only reason that I am this far into the process is because I have been spending time at my school for a College Essay Writing Workshop. I needed some form of motivation to get off my a** and write my personal statement (long essay)! I am actually very satisfied with my statement, fortunately! </div><div><br /></div><div>If you haven't started the Common App yet, there is not need to worry. If you are applying to a school regular decision, the application and supplement aren't due until January 1st or even later. Even if you are applying Early Decision, you are swimming in time (most schools give the deadline around the middle of November). However, it is a good idea to get started! Just google "common app" and register! Easy pea-sy, lemon squeeze-y!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, if you will excuse me, I must attend to the 30,ooo other things that must be accomplished before next Friday!</div><div><br /></div><div>BIG LOVE,</div><div>Anna</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-10336991151180967852009-08-11T18:27:00.000-07:002009-08-11T19:54:39.068-07:00Oh Brian Wilson!-August 11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmgJUdoP_64I43UC6PlMM6KqZbFHtq9mY5_ZV1xTfo4e2FGJEgaQp0JIrj3xTTyCLRzG5i7iGmWXyT82mDCp6aHLkmVDnOAGBlVNpcZThwiBvFPgU77TxYn_Y0sU28dUDpYXRr8fE_Aql/s1600-h/beach-boys-pet_sounds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmgJUdoP_64I43UC6PlMM6KqZbFHtq9mY5_ZV1xTfo4e2FGJEgaQp0JIrj3xTTyCLRzG5i7iGmWXyT82mDCp6aHLkmVDnOAGBlVNpcZThwiBvFPgU77TxYn_Y0sU28dUDpYXRr8fE_Aql/s400/beach-boys-pet_sounds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882986953319762" /></a><br /><div>THE BEACH BOYS ARE SEVERELY UNDERRATED!</div><div><br /></div><div>*whew* sorry I just HAD to get that out.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys has been out for almost half a decade, and yes it is Rolling Stone's #1 Best Album of All Time, but I didn't know this!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course we all know the classics "Wouldn't It Be Nice", "God Only Knows", and "Sloop John B", but I can honestly admit that myself and my peers have passed off these musical marvels as pop-y, oldies hits. I was so ignorant.</div><div><br /></div><div>These songs are beautiful! Not only those greats, but also "That's Not Me", "Here Today", and "I Know There's An Answer" (among the rest). I'm sure many of you out there are saying "Oh Anna, everyone know that Brian Wilson (lead songwriter, singer, and composer of The Beach Boys) is a genius!" But to everyone else, do yourself a tremendous favor and take another listen!</div><div><br /></div><div>If you're still not convinced, go on Youtube and look up the videos of Brian Wilson conducting the making of some of the album's most complicated tunes, like "Wouldn't It Be Nice." The videos should be under "Behind the Mic", I believe... Anyways, it's totally exciting to go behind the scenes of his complex compositions!</div><div><br /></div><div>So slap the record on the turntable, get the CD, or even buy the album on iTunes! Whatever age, surfer kid or grandma, you will thank The Beach Boys for their sweet, sweet melodies. And meaningful lyrics!</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. MAJOR kudos to my brother David for buying the album and making me reconnect with The Beach Boys! Love you!</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-59297842206950937842009-08-11T18:00:00.000-07:002009-08-11T18:25:14.786-07:00Zooey and Joseph, Summer and Tom-August 11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZdek1isoUzeVT8HW3IV5sHHSBEzSGjaAcDxCqGRHdvaHyETB9y9Qn8Ihd8h1t5-mG4DC3dMSbPOqkVViNS5HyG1L2FL6b0jUPhcf7WvbZIPCGi2u47AZeK7A-qRxRbMNQcfPiznf8ZGs/s1600-h/3065.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZdek1isoUzeVT8HW3IV5sHHSBEzSGjaAcDxCqGRHdvaHyETB9y9Qn8Ihd8h1t5-mG4DC3dMSbPOqkVViNS5HyG1L2FL6b0jUPhcf7WvbZIPCGi2u47AZeK7A-qRxRbMNQcfPiznf8ZGs/s400/3065.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882231326896402" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Hello!!<div><br /></div><div>I am jumping back on the saddle of blogging, without fear of being ignored or unsuccessful. If people read, they read, if they don't, they don't. I hope to blog about movies, music, and the ever-important process of applying and getting into American universities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anywhoo, I am here to talk about (500) Days of Summer!</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me start by saying that I have been waiting to see this movie forever. It isn't everyday that a film trailer grabs my attention to the point of heart-pounding excitement. As soon as two of my all-time FAVORITE actors (Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel) lit up the screen, I was hooked. After the insanely cute- "I love the Smiths! 'To die by your side is such a wonderful way to die'"- my breath had left my body. I was re-watching those few moments endlessly. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, as unlikely as it is that a film trailer grabs my attention, it is even less likely for a film to live up to its promises. </div><div>That was the unfortunate case here.</div><div><br /></div><div>The two things to adore about the film are the clothes and the music. I would give my soul to the devil and sell my body to the black market for Summer Finn (Zooey)'s wardrobe. The soundtrack is a total must-have.</div><div><br /></div><div>The movie itself? Annie Hall. I'm not saying that lightly, this movie WAS Annie Hall! The men's pants, the club singing, the depressing last days, right down to the actual plot line! I didn't realize it at the time, but after my Woody Allen-fanatic brother pointed it out, it was all I could see! The only difference is that Tom (Joseph) isn't the witty crackpot. I really adore Joseph Gordon-Levitt, but his character doesn't really grab you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Overall, it IS worth seeing. It's enjoyable and sweet, and has an unexpected message about romance. It is definitely different from any "romantic comedies" out there. My only mistake was expecting it to be the "Jesus" to my "blind man". It wasn't THAT good. :D</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-24054954127712852412009-04-25T20:07:00.000-07:002009-04-25T20:49:55.530-07:00April 25- We're All in the Gutter, But Some of Us Are Looking at the Stars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/941/941171/the-soloist-20081230083121268_640w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 426px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/941/941171/the-soloist-20081230083121268_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I went to see The Soloist with me lovely father, hoping for something intriguing and hopeful...</div><div><br /></div><div>This film was so much more. I will just start by saying that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">this is what a film should be</span></span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Joe Wright, the director of The Soloist, has long been an inspiration of mine, and he always seems to capture emotion stunningly. I have watched his flawless adaptation of Pride and Prejudice over 30 time (seriously), and I never get bored with it. I still gasp and giggle in the heated moments between Elizabeth and Darcy, and I cry EVERY TIME when Mr. Bennett, played by Don Sutherland, gets emotional in the next to last scene. Atonement also took my breath away, especially the beautiful, lengthy pan of shores of France during war time. After seeing those two films and appreciating them so hugely, I should have known that The Soloist could only be better.</div><div><br /></div><div>For a very quick synopsis: The Soloist is the true story of the LA Times reporter, Steve Lopez (Robert Downey Jr.), and a homeless musical genius, Nathaniel Anthony Ayers Jr. (Jamie Foxx). Lopez, gritty and irritable, is always hunting for a story, and bumping into Ayers gives him a new scent. After discovering that Ayers is a Juilliard drop-out, the tale is too intriguing to let go. However predictable and simple this story line seems, it is layered with intense complication. In true Wright style, we see that no tale of human interaction can be the least bit simple. </div><div><br /></div><div>From then on, the path of the film takes twists and turns and never stops surprising. Many scenes are genuinely frightening. Wright, and his character of Lopez, have no fear of entering the world of the mentally ill, homeless, and addicted. Or, if they do, they battle it fiercely. But for as many moments that terrify, inhabiting the mind of Ayers, there are just as many moments that are filled with immense beauty. More than once I had to stop eating my popcorn mid-bite and stare, my breath stopped. I even cried more than once, and I NEVER cry in movies. One incredibly beautiful scene takes place in the Disney Music Hall where Ayers listens to an orchestra perform the music of his favorite composer, Ludwig Van Beethoven. For a good three minutes, all that is displayed on screen in accompaniment with the music is a beautiful light show, reminiscent of Fantasia, or 2001: A Space Odyssey. It is so emotional and spot-on, it retreats inside the human sub conscience. Afterwards, Ayers says, "I can feel him. He's in the room.", to which Lopez replies, "Who?". Ayers replies, "Beethoven." Usually I would roll my eyes at a moment like this, but for some reason it all feels so surprisingly real.</div><div><br /></div><div>To me, what marks a great actor is the ability to retreat so willingly and deeply into a character that the audience forgets who you are in "real life" for two hours. Marion Cotillard accomplished this in La Vie En Rose, and Jamie Foxx accomplished this in The Soloist. Foxx lets go of all inhibitions, all glamour and celebrity pretense, and launches himself into the body and mind of Ayers. It is truly a performance to commend. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Soloist feels full and round in a way that few movies do today. Lopez doesn't solve all the problems he would like to, but in other ways, he solves all the ones he can. The film feels realistic, but Wright does not forget his duty to transport and carry the audience, giving refuge sometimes, and sometimes holding it back. I am very VERY critical of films, and I rarely walk away feeling particularly enriched, but once in awhile, a film comes along like The Soloist. And on a last note: keep a look-out for Joe Wright. He is may just be the best director of a generation.</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-23642396632450112192009-04-05T12:45:00.000-07:002009-04-05T13:23:18.098-07:00April 5- Wait! I Thought It Was A Comedy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60pwRewJS9N4jNjU3RuSik2mExAHS1nMr78ih8dyrVw67CmuFJCAcjm4T09xd6K99uOlfkhjKJtRFwTic9oTgDdrBxr61f4fbpH8JG5FVwj08weXrScFD6D4MEGztsTwjdCQxGsjymzZs/s1600-h/adventureland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60pwRewJS9N4jNjU3RuSik2mExAHS1nMr78ih8dyrVw67CmuFJCAcjm4T09xd6K99uOlfkhjKJtRFwTic9oTgDdrBxr61f4fbpH8JG5FVwj08weXrScFD6D4MEGztsTwjdCQxGsjymzZs/s400/adventureland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321296116405213922" /></a><br /><div>You may have heard this very phrase, and other similar ones, come from the mouths of many theatergoers stepping out of the movie "Adventureland", from the makers of the cult classic, "Superbad". Probably the biggest mistake made by advertisers promoting this film, besides the misleading commercials, was to tag it with "Superbad". I must admit that personally, when I saw "Superbad" (starring Michael Cera and Jonah Hill), I thought it was vulgar and pretty "unfunny". However, I must also say that to this day, after watching the movie over 20 times, it is one of my favorites. I cannot give the same hope of future redeem-ability to "Adventureland". This new film is far too dark and layered with the sexual frustration, weed and alcohol abuse, and the tunes of Lou Reed to come anywhere near the type of comedy "Superbad" was. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seeing as the day before viewing "Adventureland" was my 17th birthday, I wanted to buy my first R movie ticket as a legal 17 year old for a movie I looked forward to seeing. I wouldn't say that I didn't enjoy the movie, that I didn't laugh, or that I wasted 10 bucks, but it definitely wasn't the movie I bargained for. </div><div><br /></div><div>The film is set in 1987 and centers on James Brennan (Jesse Eisenberg), "James" to some, "Brennan" to others. We'll call him James. James has just graduated from college and is about to got backpacking across Europe with his rich best friend, planning to spend the next year of his life attending graduate school at Columbia. Sounds awesome, right? But not for long. James' mom drops the bomb that his father has been transferred to a lower-paying job and instead of Europe and Columbia, James can find a crap job and attempt to pay for grad school himself. Crap. James lands on a job at Adventureland, a summer-long run theme park that locates itself somewhere in the dreary wasteland of Upstate New York (or is it Jersey?) James falls in love with Em (Kristen Stewart), and from then on any vivaciousness in the environment is sucked out by Stewart's darkness... </div><div><br /></div><div>Aventureland is populated with some great characters, like Joel (Martin Starr) who not only plays the sweet Jewish nerd, but also brings nostalgia for Starr's character of Bill on the prematurely cancelled "Freaks and Geeks". There's also the park managers, played by Bill Hader and Kristin Wiig , who share hilarious chemistry. But these characters are not developed very well. The main plot line becomes so over-focussed that it's just...boring. </div><div><br /></div><div>James is pining over Em, who is sleeping with Adventureland's badass (Ryan Reynolds), who, incidentally, is a married man. Also, Em's mother has recently died of cancer and her stepmother is evil. Basically, she is really messed up. Even thought Kirsten Stewart does not spur one single laugh throughout the course of the film, and even though Jesse Eisenberg holds no charm, but only pity from the audience, somehow we are supposed to be rooting for their relationship. Not here. The chemistry was dead, the situation over-strained, the conclusion depressing, and the entire project unfruitful.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, if you're into depressing movies about virginal failures attempting to get laid while in love with pits of despair, complete with retro costumes and a Lou Reed soundtrack, then be my guest! "Adventureland" is just for you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-76626412338327045092009-04-05T12:22:00.000-07:002009-04-05T12:44:07.791-07:00April 5-17 and Feelin' Fine!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgyRsEmDEACYAVaPsEb50kiZWHIZcxKHr49Ump982EkrtaRz2J6WNHUiP93Vvu2SF7wP55FCZReclr0hYbNo6GRYTi_OPB3WhPv2Jl-Zkqeum4YQmxytxw7Mb1RwK8DsH8DSWr1df_QBs/s1600-h/the_ting_tings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgyRsEmDEACYAVaPsEb50kiZWHIZcxKHr49Ump982EkrtaRz2J6WNHUiP93Vvu2SF7wP55FCZReclr0hYbNo6GRYTi_OPB3WhPv2Jl-Zkqeum4YQmxytxw7Mb1RwK8DsH8DSWr1df_QBs/s400/the_ting_tings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321295372004718482" /></a><br />buenos dias mi amigos!<div><br /></div><div>Well, on April 2, 2009 I officially turned the ripe old age of 17. Somehow the shift from 16 to 17 feels more major than I thought it would... It feels like when you're 16 you can still be Little Ms. Princess, but by 17 you're Little Miss College Applications. My mom seemed to have a harder time than usual, but that's expected. I went through a lot of changes while 16. I traveled alone for the first time, making the epic cross-country plane flight to visit my cousin in Los Angeles. I found that I actually enjoy flying alone a lot. I've had to deal with some important issues, mainly in the lives of my friends. I have one friend who is very dear to me who is experiencing just about the roughest adolescence possible. I'm there for her whenever she needs me. Mostly, I simply feel like I'm comfortable in my skin. I feel wise and I feel confident that I can take on almost any situation. I guess I feel kind of invincible, but I wouldn't say that's a bad thing. I would say that I am pragmatic but I still allow myself to have an overgrown imagination. I have never allowed myself to narrow my hopes of the future, and I hope I never will.</div><div><br /></div><div>But to lighten up on the gravity, let me just say that I had the best birthday of all time! </div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, my marvelous friends threw me a surprise party at school. They ambushed me in my high school's parking lot and took me for breakfast, which that in itself I found incredibly sweet. Then they took me down to the locker hall and the lights were off and a bunch of my buddies yelled "SURPRISE!" It made me feel so warm and fuzzy. That evening I took two of my friends out for $15 sushi and to see The Ting Tings at Workplay in Downtown Birmingham (AL). </div><div><br /></div><div>I gotta admit. As far as birthdays go, in my book, it doesn't get much better than that!</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-89168890610369070602008-11-15T20:15:00.001-08:002008-11-15T20:38:00.210-08:00November 15-Ode to the Muses<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">muse: a person or persona which inspires, whether in style, manner, spirit, etc.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">a list of my most prominent muses, followed by why they inspire me. all have affected me as an actress, as an artist, and as a person</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Johnny Depp (everything)</span> <br /><br /> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Audrey Hepburn (too hard to choose one thing)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"> Marlon Brando (A Streetcar Named Desire)</span> <br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffccff;"> Clemence Poesy (her captivating beauty)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"> Julian Casablancas (so unflinchingly cool)</span> <br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffff33;">Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge)</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffcccc;"> Emile Hirsch (Into the Wild)</span> <br /><br /> <span style="color:#99ffff;">Keira Knightley (Pride & Prejudice</span>)<br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"> Kat Dennings (Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist)</span><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /> <span style="color:#ff9966;">Leonardo DiCaprio (Romeo + Juliet)</span> <br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> Lauren Bacall (The Maltese Falcon)</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Kirsten Dunst (The Virgin Suicides)</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffff66;">Natalie Portman (V for Vendetta)</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ccccff;">Marion Cotillard (La Vie En Rose)</span>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-80417709938436772742008-10-01T18:55:00.000-07:002008-10-01T18:56:38.600-07:00October 1-I WONI WON THE SIDEWALK FILM FESTIVAL TEEN FILMMAKING CHALLENGE!<br />i won Final Cut Pro. yaaaaay!!!AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-34057935322537678782008-09-27T13:00:00.000-07:002008-09-27T13:13:57.492-07:00September 27- SEE FILM RUN<a href="http://blog.al.com/sidewalk_impact/2007/10/Sidewalk-015.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.al.com/sidewalk_impact/2007/10/Sidewalk-015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Come on down!!<br />It's the 10th annual Sidewalk Film Festival in Birmingham, AL! 10 years of independents! This is a truly unique and special event and it's very close to my heart. I'm an aspiring filmmaker living in Birmingham, and I'm so lucky to have such a fantastically fun festival just minutes away.<br /><br />Plus, this is my third year to have a film shown in the festival! (If you're in the area, it'll play on Sunday at 3pm at the McWane Center as part of the Teen Filmmaking Competition)<br /><br />Last night was opening night, and the gloriously fun "Adventures of Power" played at the breathtaking Alabama Theater. Seriously, if you're ever in Birmingham, check out the Alabama Theater downtown. It was built by Paramount in 1927 and is literally a movie "palace". Plus, awesome bands play there all the time.<br />Anyways! As I was saying- "Adventures of Power" is a heartwarming indie directed by and starring Ari Gold (who came for a Q&A after!) along with Adrian Grenier and Jane Lynch. Totally cute!<br /><br />42 feature indies are playing this weekend, many accompanied by their stars and filmmakers. Birmingham is such a cool scene and this is such a cool weekend. It is an amazing thing, so join us if you're in the area, or come by next year if you're not!<br /><br />P.S. I'll fill you guys in if I win my competition!AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-81849987407684843592008-08-12T14:52:00.000-07:002008-08-12T14:54:50.375-07:00August 12-Emile n' Jack, Genetic Mystery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKf5-i27JcxpehxnTco0stLeU0gYWcGIeAR7C4cKhOuofyzCNoy4h8KfPeNoRYalrZWtsXjpnQ2NOSMaIHRCaDpjA0fZEzmEdNJSmyyUVrK9l2UTa1x_FWpJv8bYGSfyRfZbIDqUNSuvy/s1600-h/emilenjack.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233752692267125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKf5-i27JcxpehxnTco0stLeU0gYWcGIeAR7C4cKhOuofyzCNoy4h8KfPeNoRYalrZWtsXjpnQ2NOSMaIHRCaDpjA0fZEzmEdNJSmyyUVrK9l2UTa1x_FWpJv8bYGSfyRfZbIDqUNSuvy/s400/emilenjack.JPG" width="431" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Don't Jack Black and Emile Hirsch (my lover) look a heck of a lot alike???</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-87946789772966809582008-08-08T11:38:00.002-07:002008-08-08T11:44:57.140-07:00August 8-Marry Me, Emile! <3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bRatWenjzVfSESFOF1BdjneroYukbv90Qeihvf-s0a79HLJrZunZIP7dAeS-w7d2ASyfYIcbI6LDmGQ3EJISUOqz3r8x4hNBmSQw9XCpX3iR3XMqIFw1-kc_sZCPBuIZkQ7FJerCwcbB/s1600-h/emile-hirsch02%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232218399382745762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bRatWenjzVfSESFOF1BdjneroYukbv90Qeihvf-s0a79HLJrZunZIP7dAeS-w7d2ASyfYIcbI6LDmGQ3EJISUOqz3r8x4hNBmSQw9XCpX3iR3XMqIFw1-kc_sZCPBuIZkQ7FJerCwcbB/s400/emile-hirsch02%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I watched <em>Into the Wild</em> last night (HIGHLY recommended, by the way), and have fallen deeply, head-over-heels in love with this man, Emile Hirsch ^</div><div> </div><div>!!!</div><div> </div><div>Who cares if he's 7 years older than me?! Who cares if he is shorter than me?! Who cares if I've just shared a moment with a man sculpted by the gods (Robert Pattinson, see below entry)?! Emile Hirsch is the ONLY man for me. What a dreamboat...</div><div> </div><div>Take note: this is sixteen year-old-Hollywood-heartthrob-crushdom right here people! </div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-72685387270546732652008-08-06T07:56:00.000-07:002008-08-08T11:37:48.530-07:00August 6-OMG OMG Premiere Time<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231419484129758770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKHTiZrFcBUG06JQL_mlw_C1msQMV-ZUI1FBcBLDdrDH4_fvKpHa9biM_5xqqsDCQquDkVN1B2sLIj4n5v-_7kWHnSg5l7eo5XwVWJ-CSSHefpuOm2pXAw0KQZ2g7LLC1eV3Q8v5KPqyg/s400/LA+beach+232.jpg" border="0" /> I went to the film premiere of <em>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</em> in L.A.! I also got free tickets randomly, haha. The woman in the center is everyone's sex symbol, Miss Scarlett Johansson. She is the next Marilyn Monroe if you ask me! (without the sleeping pills)<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420678234188178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx9IQXHhNMPp0JYtwen7KmMa9A229K0_H_9H-0PzJk0I0X6s6qOq9t4IIGUrgXahjHEpI6JNuw56n7EEI3lTZzBzO3uPFQGqaOMD60CammKGbwfLSlmtePFg-qVM83m4SKJF2ek1RO6Yl/s400/LA+beach+221.jpg" border="0" />I also saw Woody Allen and Javier Bardem. It was a dream come true!!!<br /><br />But possibly the most exciting part was at the end, when I accidentally shared eye contact with Robert Pattinson, who played Cedric Diggory in <em>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</em> and plays Edward in the upcoming <em>Twilight </em>film. He was polite enough to share a picture with me!:<br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231425418041384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="351" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0xK7aSbQxFi0t3IxXnaoqGWS_CR6ty55F_nxcZHbqFnQM0boMM3uBDnDgo92UtLUlMH4lSf3NToWVG4CsIOGdCehV0fGPcqwpSB3_TxJSDBdu6hcvFiepIcEDX6GOSmbX8mRxwgMrKKv/s320/me+and+edward+(robert).bmp" width="348" border="0" /><br /><p></p>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-80332766717713626452008-07-11T08:39:00.000-07:002008-07-11T09:13:53.598-07:00July 11-The Heartbreaker<a href="http://moviepatron.com/blogimg/nov07/walle_lg.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://moviepatron.com/blogimg/nov07/walle_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Say hello to W.A.L.L-E.</div><div>The absolute cutest, do-gooder, sentimental, and empathizable robot in real or fictional existence (besides, perhaps, his romantic flame E.V.E). </div><div>The film, W.A.L.L-E, though billed as a children's flick, is really for everyone and anybody. Much of the film is probably better understood by an older audience. I loved seeing this movie (twice now), but the hardest part of it was keeping a hold on my tear ducts. From beginning to adorable end, the audience wants to melt into "awww"'s as they watch W.A.L.L-E stumble around, in love with the modern, pristine robot E.V.E. Probably the best decision the filmmakers made was to have the robots basically speechless, communicating with jerky eye movements and, in W.A.L.L-E's case, squeaky wheels and un-oiled hinges as he dances and attempts to hold hands with E.V.E. It is simply incredible how touching this little box of metal is.</div><div> </div><div>Before seeing the film, however, I dwelled on animation today. As time rolls on and entertainment must cater to children of this modern generation, Pixar and Disney have forged an alliance. Myself and all of my peers (and of course those before us) grew up on a healthy diet of <em>The Lion King, Aladdin, The Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Snow White, </em>and so on and so forth. All of the unequivocal Disney, hand-drawn classics. These films carried such deep and unexplainable emotion that they could never be duplicated.</div><div>Then came <em>The Incredibles, Monsters Inc., </em>and<em> Finding Nemo, </em>Pixar's innovative new brainchildren. Pleasing to the eye, but didn't quite pull at the heartstrings the same way. Granted the films were well-made and emotional, they didn't have the Disney charm and child-like fantasy from before. Never had <em>Sleeping Beauty</em> tackled an overweight ex-superhero trying desperately squeeze into a spandex outfit. More and more sexual innuendos and adult jokes seeped into the character's mouths. Real-life problems were tackled rather than how to leave the ball before midnight.</div><div> </div><div>And then W.A.L.L-E came along. A beautiful product with the heart and charm of Disney and wit and design of Pixar. With some light political and economical messages thrown in. </div><div> </div><div>Go see it with the entire family. And get ready to "awwww"!</div>AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-53219898546276416082008-07-08T06:16:00.000-07:002008-07-08T08:37:29.631-07:00July 8-Goodbye Heath, Hello Oscar<a href="http://www.ratdiary.com/wp-content/themes/impact/img/Heath-Ledger-DarkKnight-Joker.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ratdiary.com/wp-content/themes/impact/img/Heath-Ledger-DarkKnight-Joker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I know, I know. Doesn't this image alone send shivers down your spine?<br />I remember when I first heard of this Australian heartthrob's untimely death. I was falling asleep in the back of my mom's car on the way home from school, and as soon as I heard, I didn't believe it. One second Heath Ledger is a new father, Academy Award Nominee, and budding star, and the next he's-dead?<br />But the Academy isn't done with Heath just yet. Or at least, I don't believe they should be.<br />On July 18, 2008, <em>The Dark Knight</em> will grace screens across the world as the next chapter in the star-studded Batman series. Ledger stars against Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne as the Joker, one of the most notorious comic book villains of them all. But there's something different about Ledger's portrayal. Something a thousand times more creepy than his predecessors...<br />Is it the makeup? Rendering this handsome hunk virtually unrecognizable under the front of a blind prostitute who can't get her face paint off? Or is it the fact that we are watching a spirit that has left this Earth, no doubt as the aftermath of preparing for this extremely challenging role?<br />Or is it just the fact that he's damn good?<br />I believe that we have a lot to expect from Ledger's final role, and I, and I'm sure many others, will be shocked to not find his name in the ballots once again.AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-46771154118727909292008-06-19T12:00:00.000-07:002008-12-09T08:35:16.604-08:00June 19-Shine On<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3ArLEX3whZVRamWp3eTUg4-WT7R_DZtPkApfvW9gCTmoTndLWWkNdMzRt4qL6hcKAzQ5tarVClgLG0RvIU2fKHNcHh-JbVfd_F8jZiqkQcSN5clSqf4KiNq6yoPn0C40JdpGXA2u-6Cm/s1600-h/TheShining1980.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669557567855826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3ArLEX3whZVRamWp3eTUg4-WT7R_DZtPkApfvW9gCTmoTndLWWkNdMzRt4qL6hcKAzQ5tarVClgLG0RvIU2fKHNcHh-JbVfd_F8jZiqkQcSN5clSqf4KiNq6yoPn0C40JdpGXA2u-6Cm/s400/TheShining1980.jpg" border="0" /></a> алло!<br />I just saw this film last night and fell completely, head over heels in love with it.<br />Directed by the master of eerie, Stanley Kubrick (A Clockwork Orange, 2001: A Space Odyssey), and based on the novel by Steven King, this film haunts and horrifies and leaves an indelible impression. The story is about Jack Torrance (played by the playfully demonic Jack Nicholson), a writer who takes a job as the winter caretaker of a huge, beautiful, and spooky hotel in the mountains of Colorado. With him, he brings his wife Wendy (played by the wispy, vulnerable Shelley Duvall) and his son, Danny (Danny Lloyd). In the first 30 minutes of the film, we are introduced to some cringe-worthy topics. The hotel's history, including the previous caretaker's murder of his wife and daughters, Jack's previous abuse of his son, Danny's imaginary friend "Tony", and a foresighted cook played by Scatman Kruthers.<br />This information haunts our subconscious as we watch the family dissolve into the horrors of the Overlook Hotel. We watch Jack give into his dark side, Danny surrender to the orders of his inner demon, Tony, and Wendy shrivel in fear. All without too much actual action or scene-change.<br />The fear derived from the film is all from the craft work of Kubrick. The music drives the film incredibly, with an Oscar-worthy score by Béla Bartók. The crashing percussion and urgent violins can make your heart race during some of the calmest scenes. The cinematography is exquisite, capturing the spooky vastness of the story's main set, the Overlook Hotel, with a sense of appreciation mixed with looming disaster. Even if you don't fully enjoy the film, the behind-the-scenes are worth watching. They include intimate moments with Jack Nicholson, a playful interview with the talented young star, Danny Lloyd, Kubrick vs. Duvall squabbles, and the joyous tears of Scatman Kruthers.<br />I have loved each and every one of Stanley Kubrick's masterpieces, but this is definitely my favorite. So wait until dark, gather your loved ones, and enjoy your week at Colorado's scenic Overlook Hotel...AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-78071103042599115662008-06-14T22:35:00.000-07:002008-06-14T22:36:20.973-07:00June 15-Personal Entry #2"claire de lune" makes me cryAnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765160358744925341.post-14234319071263749382008-06-10T09:41:00.000-07:002008-06-10T09:49:18.948-07:00June 10-PercipitationRain is so lovely.<br />The beautiful thunder rumbles comfortingly outside the window.<br />The babysitter said it was God bowling, but I never needed shelter from its strong explosion.<br />I love thunder and always have.<br />Then the rain starts, like hot tears that have been welling up in the clouds' eyes for days. The thunder has been chiding and offending the bruised clouds and finally they let go.<br />And it is lovely.<br />A good cry can drain out even the harshest emotions. So can a good rain.<br />Curl up on your bed, cover your head with sheets.<br />Be lulled by the unearthly percussion and the relieved sheets of fallen water.<br />Rain refreshes.<br />Rain, rain come back again, Go away another day.AnnaCatherineQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11489045271735980085noreply@blogger.com0