Like…seriously.I’m a big fan of movies, and I know a lot of people say that, but so few mean it. Hi, in case you didn’t know, movies existed before 1996. Kthanks. I’d guesstimate that I see about 50 new movies a year. I don’t know how that places on any sort of yardstick, but I think it’s a lot. (Sidenote: my estimation skills blow the big one, fyi) Anyway, for all the movies I see and all the actors I watch, I don’t really have a “favorite actor.” I think Meryl can be an absolute genius, I tend to enjoy Drew Barrymore, and I kind of have a thing for Kathy Bates — I don’t know, she just really does it for me. So, this evening I opened my netflix envelope and popped in “Little Children.” I loved it, by the by. And not just for the copious amounts of Patrick Wilson’s ass, although, believe me, it helped. But I’m sitting here, amidst the disaster zone that is my dorm room, thinking, “Goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever been dissapointed with a Kate Winslet performance. Ewan McGregor either, for that matter, but I’ll think about him later.” And it dawned on me I LOVE KATE WINSLET. I just wanted to share that with the world, you now? If you dig Kate, like movies, or liked Patrick Wilson’s ass I would definitely pick up “Little Children.”

Film: Slumdog Millionaire
Actor: Mickey Rourke
Actress: Kate Winslet
Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger
Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz
Director: Slumdog Millionaire
Special Effects: Iron Man

We’ll check back later to see how I did.

Update! I’m thrilled to report that I was wrong about Best Actor. But honestly, who would have seen that one coming?! Sean Penn absolutey deserved his award, and his speech was beautiful right up until the end there. Also, how the hell did I forget about Benjamin Button? The other films didn’t stand a chance. Anyway, 5/7 isn’t horrible.

I’ve never been Ellen Degeneres’ biggest fan. She’s funny(ish) and yeah, she dances, and I’m sure you feel cool, watching a lesbian’s talk show, but she just doesn’t do it for me. Well, she got about eleventy times cooler last Wednesday night, when accepting her People’s Choice Award for Best Talk Show Host, she thanked her wife Portia … you know what? Just watch for yourself after the jump. Read the rest of this entry…

We have already spoken about hate, however it’s time to revisit the subject because it’s January, and you know what that means: AMERICAN IDOL. The bane of my fucking existence. It’s baffling to me, but I hate it with such intensity and passion and I will root until the die I day for it and its competitors failure. I want for these people to fail. I’m sure there’s a special skybox in hell with my name on it, but I can’t sit here and pretend like I haven’t daydreamed about Simon Cowell (and his furry bitchtits) declaring super-bankruptcy and only finding work hawking Snuggies on BBC. I know it will never happen. Sad face.

I can’t place my hate in any one aspect of the show. Is it Simon Cowell’s faux-”Tell-it-like-it-is” attitude? His just-bubbling-underneath homophobia? Randy’s use of the word, “dawg?” Paula’s –fuck that, Paula is the only likeable thing on that show. I guess I can’t wrap my head around 35 million people tuning in each week to watch karaoke. It makes no sense to me. A show that should have lasted no longer that one season, has somehow ingrained itself so deeply into the pop culture minutia that people everywhere -moms, bloggers, office workers- are expected to know and be able to converse about who’s going to Hollywood, etc etc. It all seems so . . .  forced and cliche.  But maybe that kind of familiarity is precisely the reason the show is such a success. Which is really quite sad.

I’ve enjoyed Neil Patrick Harris, forever, but when he came out of the closet, I think I downright fell in love. Here he is on last night’s SNL. This was hilarious to me, and I only have a passing knowledge of Broadway, so hopefully everyone can ejoy.

Ok, I hate a lot of things. I hate a lot of things and people for no reason. Kelly Clarkson, CSI, Dancing with the Stars, Plain White T’s. There isn’t really a rhyme or reason. Generally, I tend to buck the trend, but I can’t even say that because I effing love Grey’s. But Twilight. Oh, hells no. I haven’t read the (entire) book, I don’t intend to, don’t even want to see the movie (and I love movies). I just have this inexplicable, raging, passionate hate for Twilight. And I’m not going to lie to you, if you’ve read Twilight, chances are I’m making fun of you behind your back. I mean, there’s already a fairly good chance that I’m making fun of you behind your back as it is, but by reading Twilight, you’ve upped the chances of that happening ninefold. Really.

I mean, I get it. I know people (and by people I mean sixteen year-old semi emo’s and lonely cat ladies all around the world) get geeked when it comes to vampires. But really? From what painful pages I have read, I can’t belive that this shit is becoming a ‘national sensation.’ Further evidence that this nation is barreling towards the bottom.

Ugh. Anyway, here’s a fun collection of links.

Ha, Ha, The Twilight Movie Sucks [Gawker]
Twilight **1/2 [Roger Ebert]
‘Twilight’ Sucks . . . And Not In a Good Way [PSA]
Twilight Sucks [deviantART]