I love this blog because I have the freedom to bore my readers with lengthly reviews about movies that came out 6-11 years ago as I see them for the first time. I mean, wasn't my recent review of Good Will Hunting a hoot? Well kids, I've got another one for you. Just saw Amelie last night. Picture it. 2001. This film just came out. You. Saw it. You. Liked it alright. But, I adored it. I want to make sweet, simple love to it. And moreso to Audrey Tatou. But mostly to the film itself. And the story. I really needed to be reminded that life can be about simple pleasures, surprises and is often about risk-taking and vulnerability. My favorite part is Amelie's daydreaming about her love while she's baking a cake and then she breaks down when she realizes the dream isn't real. And also, Audrey Tatou's face in the montage in the beginning when she's underneath that guy having sex . . . and she looks like she's gotta laugh so hard.
"Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations. 1 - he didn't get the photo. 2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who too him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy."
Obviously a few of her character's nuances reminded me of me . . . especially the mysterious, wild imagination part of her. And maybe also a little bit of her naivety. I found the film well-written, well-played and the underlying message quite inspiring. And, the subtitles always keep me on my toes. I had to pause the movie at least six times, mostly to rub my itchy eyes . . . and pour myself more wine . . . and order a pizza . . . and check my Facebook news feed. But really though, the film had my entire attention. Also, I practiced saying 'Merci' like Amelie over and over. I think I got it. So, when I get to France someday, I'll be officially 'ready'.
My eye is so swollen you could fry an egg on it. No? I'm so confused about proverbs.
Sometimes I want to send some of my best comedic material to Cole Escola for his comments. And then I want to publish a book of all my musings with his notes in red. It would probably make a million dollars in the first day. #farfetchity
I'm in really good spirits today. That's what fresh rejection does for my soul: invigorates it.
I'm also so hungry I'd consider chewing a half-alive buffalo carcass. Good morning, vegetarians.
Last night I had dreams about:
1) Mice
2) Facebook updates
3) My stomach bloating to the size of a large bowling ball
So, things are pretty much the same in my life.
Restaurant Week is here again. I really want to try American cuisine this time around. I've been having too much Italian lately. That's what she said! Ohhh!
I've been waiting all week for a paycheck so I can buy a new book. Check back next week to see what I'm "currently reading". Hopefully it won't take me three years to finish it like that horrid Second City book. Just kidding, I enjoyed that book. For ten straight years.
Too much exaggeration this morning. But that's all mornings for me. And afternoons. I take evenings off.
40 minutes until lunch.
Want to feel 'surreal' for approximately seven hours? Go see a good friend get married. Spooky.
I don't like sports. There, I said it.
I've decided to 'grow up' in 2012. Check back in 2012 when I finally reveal: "My Career Choice"!
With that, I take my leave. #oppositeofmaternity
I can't believe my writing has been reduced to hash tags. What a cold, sad world it is. UNT
