Overheard Bradgelinafer quote of the weekend:
"Did you guys read that Vanity Fair article about Jennifer Aniston? Well, I only read part of it, but she said that Brad has a sensitivity bug missing...or something like that."
Sensitivity "chip," girl. At least your conversational dart lodged itself the computer lingo realm, but if you're gonna be the celebrity rag name dropper, get your facts straight, mkay?
Celebrity sighting of the weekend:
George Hamilton looking less tanned than usual at a French sidewalk cafe as he elegantly regaled two older men with a tall tale of some sort or another.
I wanted to interrupt and tell him, "You were so good in Where the Boys Are," but it seemed in bad taste to compliment a 60+ year-old gentleman on a role he did as a teenager.
Music tips of the weekend:
Graceful, melancholic pop. You've heard of Better than Ezra? Consider this Better than Travis.
Singer/songwriter with Freedy Johnstone-esque lyrics and melodies. Sweet and smart.
"Quit +/- Fight"
Fluttering and puttering and dreamy in a non-cloying way.
Muffled guffaw of the weekend:
I went to see 2046 again this weekend, wanting to view it once more on the big-screen before it leaves town. It was worth a second visit, to be sure. Since I didn't have to study the story or subtitles as carefully, I could fully enjoy the visual feast.
I got to savor little moments like a close-up of a girl's feet in Mary-Jane high heels as she traces circles on a linoleum floor while speaking Japanese aloud in an imaginary conversation with her faraway, forbidden boyfriend. And the luscious colors, beautifully sad actors and dozens of emotions that can be conveyed in a wary and/or halting smile. Wong Kar Wai definitely deserves the title of "genius." And Ziyi Zhang is amazing in her role as the beautiful Bai Ling. Definitely a scene-stealer. I'm predicting this will be my #1 film of 2005. If it's not, I can't wait to see which film dethrones it.
After my film expedition, I headed over to my favorite grocery store, Whole Foods, to enjoy some healthy indulgences. While I was checking out, the cashier looked up and me and said, "So you really liked that movie, huh?"
For a second I was wondering how he knew I'd just come from seeing a film. Was there a stray popcorn pendant stuck to my t-shirt? Then I realized the t-shirt in question bore a line drawing illustration of one Napolean Dynamite.
"Oh...yeah!" I stammered. "Did you like that movie?"
"Let's just say I feel asleep twice watching it on DVD," he replied, obviously underwhelmed. "It had a lot of inside humor. I'd say it was a physical comedy."
"So what kind of movies do you like?" I queried, expecting him to launch into a monologue about Kurosawa's noble aesthetic.
"You know 'Deuce Bigelow'?"