Latest 'It' Talent Feeling Backlash
Boo hoo.
It's an odd situation. Screenwriters almost never get any recognition, so I should be fundamentally happy for her to begin with. And yet I'm not, for a couple of reasons.
#1. I haven't even seen "Juno" yet and I'm already kind of sick of it. It's wonderful that this little movie has made $125 million, but I'm already tired of the dialogue just from the snippets, clips, commercials, and promos that I've seen, and that's absurd. If I have to hear poor Rainn Wilson say "this is one diddle that can't be undid, home skillet," one more time I think I'm going to snap.
#2. It might be a fantastic screenplay. At least on some level, I'm pretty sure it is. And that's great, for the movie, for her, and for independent film in general. Did she deserve the Oscar? Maybe. Probably, even? Who knows. But the sheer amount of attention she's getting is absurd, and I just want to know if she'd be getting it all, or anything close to it, if A) she didn't look like she does B) she didn't have "former stripper" on her resume, and C) she hadn't changed her name to the ridiculous moniker Diablo Cody.
Maybe I should change my name. Lucifer Laramie, perhaps?
Anyway, I've already got Juno in the Netflix queue. But I'll be perfectly happy if I don't see her name again until the movie's credits roll.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Ratt
I heard Ratt four times today. Ratt. Without intentionally trying.
Four times.
Three in a row, in the car. I am now old enough that when I hear three songs in a row by a band that has been around that long I wonder if somebody in the group died.
Then I got home and found this little nugget on MySpace: The Donnas playing live with Stephen Pearcy (the quality isn't too hot but it still rocks). Okay, so technically maybe that doesn't count as Ratt but I'm still putting it in there.
What's my point? I don't really have one, except to say that I simply enjoy the fact that in 2008 there is still at least a mathematic possibility of hearing a band like Ratt four times in one day without even trying.
Four times.
Three in a row, in the car. I am now old enough that when I hear three songs in a row by a band that has been around that long I wonder if somebody in the group died.
Then I got home and found this little nugget on MySpace: The Donnas playing live with Stephen Pearcy (the quality isn't too hot but it still rocks). Okay, so technically maybe that doesn't count as Ratt but I'm still putting it in there.
What's my point? I don't really have one, except to say that I simply enjoy the fact that in 2008 there is still at least a mathematic possibility of hearing a band like Ratt four times in one day without even trying.
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