movie review:descent (w/ rosario dawson)

first though, a random thought: i love dolores o'riorden.. (lead of the disbanded cranberries)
she's great :D killer solo album.
ok, so after MONTHS of anticipating, waiting, eagerly hoping for a release date... i was informed by my protege that this movie has already been out for rent... argh..
so said flick is, as the title of the post informed, descent w/ rosario dawson...(not to be confused w/ the horror of the same name about the cave....)
the plot is simple: girl gets date raped, spirals down and seeks vengeance on said rapist....
the trailer was dark... intense, interesting... provocative...
sadly, the movie is anything but...
the scenes were long and boring, the acting over the top and TOO intense (making the facial features of the actors laughable at times) and there was no clear progression... it was tired and cliche in a way that brought nothing exciting to the viewing...
the protagonist, maya goes from smart college co-ed w/ a future to devastated dead pan junkie/prostitute to making a comeback in school and becoming empowered by thoughts of violence...
i hate revenge flicks for one reason: they continue the circle of violence... they show that the liberating/empowering way to get over trauma is to inflict the same kind of devastation and pain on the perpetrator.... i dunno, it doesn't seem right... furthermore, w/ this particular film, she finds empowerment (can't think of another word, here...) through another man... she does her thing and then relies on the external force of another to finish the job...
i was obscenely disappointed with this flick.. i had high hopes for both dawson and director talia lugacy...
the thing that really bothered me too, was the lack of... substance... we didn't get to see her struggle w/ the aftermath... just a quick plunge into the dark abyss of sex, drugs, and revenge... she didn't even seem angry... and i supposed one could make an argument that this showcases how dead she feels and how she's shut down b/c feeling and dealing is too hard, but i don't think that's where it was meant to go... it lacked... emotion.. it was too sterile and too clean cut and distanced...
bummer... it had some potential...
the movie critic.
random quote:
That ain't no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, homeskillet.
final random thought: ellen page is still superfly...

new obsession....

for the last while i've been nourishing a new obsession...
ever since i saw juno, i'm like... madly inlove w/ ellen page!
she's AMAZING! if you haven't seen juno.. DO IT... NOW!
and today i found out that she's been nominated for an academy!!! woot woot!
ok, so today was also ellen page day in the brain of yours truly.
i bought hard candy (watching it now w/ audio commentary)
i got the juno soundtrack
and a book called the tracey fragments which is now a movie starring EP.
on my list of MUST SEE MOVIES OR I'LL DIE are the tracey fragments and an american crime... i also urge you all to check out the trailer on youtube.. looks like a super dark and intense flick...
ok... i'm out... to indulge...
xoxo
the obsessed madness...
relevant quote:
Jeff Kohlver: Ah, so you and your mom are both wacked?
Hayley Stark: I dunno. That's that whole nature versus nurture question, isn't it? Was I born a cute, vindictive, little bitch or... did society make me that way? I go back and forth on that...

a bit long, but...

Under the harsh white light of that bare restaurant, Liberty looked liked a cadaver. Pale skin, almost transparent, dark circles brought out the intense green of her eyes. She was glass; frail and breakable. Bailey sat across from her, unable to speak; to think clearly.
“I don’t know what to say to you.” He finally managed, his gaze averting her direction.
“Some things are better left unsaid.” She replied quietly; her voice like an injured animal.
“So what now?” he turned his head to look at her; take her in.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” The air was tense. Her heart was pounding. “I can’t just switch back, Bail.” Her voice almost begging.
“That’s not what I’m asking.” His tone had shifted. She looked straight into his eyes and everything was still. In the silence of their dialogue the buzzing of the florescent light served as their intrusive backdrop. The place was empty, deserted.
“I feel like I’ve fallen off the face the earth” she whispered.
“Well, that’s not my fucking problem!” he banged his fists on the table. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” But his voice expressed no remorse. Liberty stared at him, she looked broken; her glass eyes threatening to crack. “Babe, I’m sorry.” He reached for her hand, she pulled away and folded into herself. He looked around in anger, or maybe it was frustration.
“I just don’t know how to be around you anymore!”
“Fuck, Bailey! I don’t know what you want me to say!” the mantra of her monologue.
“Well, you don’t seem to be too concerned about all this!”
“You have no idea what goes on in my head!”
“That’s my point! You never let me in! No matter how hard I try you keep pushing me away! How do you think that makes me feel!?” the bored waitress didn’t bat an eye at the drama. The angry foreign cook peeked in from behind the counter, seeing as no blood was spilled, he disappeared back into the violated health code kitchen.
“This isn’t about you! Don’t fucking turn this around!” she was trying hard not to cry.
“No, this is about me! I’ve been in your life for ten goddamn years! I’ve given you gallons of free will, I’ve never pushed you, I never demanded anything of you! You always set the pace and we always played by your rules! Well, enough!”
“Enough? What does that mean?” She was bordering on anger, even though he spoke the truth. She had dictated the relationship for the past decade, but she was the same, she never asked anything of him; he could leave at any time.
“It means, I’m tired, Liberty. It means I love you, and I don’t know how to help you.”
Try. Please.
“I don’t need your help! I’m not your charity case!”
“Oh, god! Enough with this act! This pride and self pity act!” he was mean again. “Lib, I know that what happened to you was awful, and I’m not denying it or minimizing it, or anything like that, but come on! It’s been months. Are you going to be a victim forever?”
That last line hit her hard. He thought of her as a victim, as weak.
“I’m not weak.” She uttered, barely audible. Trying to convince herself, more so than telling him. Silence cut into her like a dull blade; hung around them like a bomb.
“No, you’re not. You’re the queen warrior.” His tone was sarcastic and cruel. Then his features softened. Again he tried to reach for her, and again, she backed away.
“I didn’t rape you. And I’m tired of feeling like it’s my fault.” His voice was calm now. Calculated. She stared at him, a bewildered look on her face. “I’m trying my best here, and it seems that no matter what I do, I can’t win with you.” He searched her face and tried to connect with her eyes. “I love you, and it tears me up seeing you like this.” He kept zig zagging between tenderness and angered apathy.
“What do you want from me?” her voice was broken, and her heart was shattering into a million pieces.
“I miss you. I miss being able to talk to you.” He paused. “To touch you.” He breathed. His words shook her, destroyed her.
“If you want sex, go and get yourself a whore.” Her voice was flat; she was trying to mask the pain and hurt she felt while uttering those words. She took a deep breath, afraid of the consequences of her statement.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” he came close, almost lunged at her from across the table. “Is that what you think I care about?!” his words were like venom shooting at her. “Fuck you, Liberty!” he said and walked out.

julie the psychic...

on wed. julie and i went to see juno (my 2nd time around :D such a good movie! alyson janney, so under-used!)
ANYWAYS....on the way home we're talking about julie's psychic dreams and how she can't remember them...(b/c she's psychic and her memory loss is actually a protective mechanism that allows her to lead a semi normal life...) and how these fragments came to her the night before about the evil and dark forces of satan taking over her and forcing her to kill....and she ended up killing this one chick...NORMA... so julie's going on about norma's gruesome death and everyone's denial of julie's bestial nature, and we both laugh at the absurdity of this, and we ride the bus down... (we took the 35 instead of the regular 27) and as we're heading down garth st. towards downtown, who comes on the bus, NORMA! alive and well... julie had a 'look' in her eyes... a murderous look!!! i had to hold her down, and before i knew it, she pulled out a machete from her bag and headed towards norma!
"JULIE! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" i screamed in terror! not sure what to do.... and somewhat perplexed at everybody's passiveness on the bus....
so what this entire experience has taught me, is that julie has powers and a machete that she carries cavalierly around w/ her in public...
ah... good times...
random quote: just b/c it's a love story it doesn't mean there can't be a decapitation or two...

things i would LOVE to get inked on me.. but would never...

the eiffel tower
a mt. rushmore type deal w/ clarice starling, ellen ripley, sarah connor and sydney bristow
a portrait of scarlet o'hara
the grim reaper
more owls
a portrait of my teddy bear
a portrait of my folks
cherry darling

currently seriously considering the eiffel tower and teddy bear...
thoughts anyone?

signed:
one tattooed chick...(which by the way is the name of my imaginary production company, it's logo is a red windmill)
random quote:
Vanessa Loring: Your parents are probably wondering where you are.
Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?

the new year so far...(aka long post)

friday i worked, and then went w/ rachel and megan to see juno... great flick! hoping to see it again soon!
sat. didn't sleep... at all.. then i forgot that i had ALL my clothes in the wash... and forgot to put them in the dryer... :S but i decided to shower in the meantime, which resulted in NO hot water...
and then i had to head off to the good city...to see my one and only! after missing my bus and sitting in the rain for a while... the bus came... and i settled into my seat w/ my book and awaited the adventure!
it was great! we went for cake (her's was better, i'm totally getting that one next time, after that HUGE sandwich deal) and then we cooked... the yummiest food EVER! (of course it was great, b/c we're jugss) and then we watched dexter and then i headed home... to the hammer....
sunday i spent in bed... all day... i fell asleep at around 2:40 pm... and woke up just after 5... and i thought wow.. how could i sleep for so long! and i figured it was good that i woke up at that time so that i can set my alarm, but of course after sleeping for over 12 hrs. i wasn't tired anymore and decided to watch some movies... but i started talking to my housemate and this is the convo we had:
housemate (hm): well, you look like you were sleeping...
me: ya, i'm gonna try and get some more sleep before my shift.
hm: shift? where?
me: at work...
hm: when? (uber confused)
me: um... 11...(me equally confused)
hm: today? at 11?? where?
me:at the movies..where i work...
after a brief moment full of confusion...
me: you do know it's like... 7:30 am... right?
hm: no, it's pm.
me: WHAT?! is it still sunday?!
hm: yes.
me: are you sure!?
at this point i ran to my tv and saw that it was in fact 7:30pm on sunday....
good times.... ya... i'm special...
and on that note... i'm off to shower and continue my movie marathon..(x-men trilogy, i'm on the 2nd flick :D)
ttyl friends!
random quote: are you a unicorn!?
also, i bought the discontinued, hard to find nightmare on elm st. boxset!!! whoohoo!