Today I am thankful for friends who listen to all my stories, whether they’re interesting or not.
Today I’m thankful for health care, no matter how uncomfortable the care may be sometimes.
What do you believe in, then?
Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
Today I am thankful for having one more day for recovery and getting things done before returning to work. Oh boy, am I thankful!!
Now we’re all caught up alphabetically. Now for our regular programming …
Today I am thankful for the opportunity to rest and recover.
Toaster love never looked so grey. I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before now. I probably could have gone longer without seeing it. Just sayin’.
Today I am thankful for homecomings, always welcome after being too long away.
I finally figured out what bugs me about this movie: the sound dubbing, or whatever it is that you call it when the actor goes into the sound studio after the movie has been made to re-say all lines so that they can be heard clearer in the finished product. It’s my opinion that they really screwed up Renée’s bit, making her sound more fake than you would expect. Other than that, I’ve always liked this movie, from the sad-sack musical opening all the way through to the kissing/underwear/snow scene at the end.
I know it’s slow, and JGL is a little emo even for me, but I like the honesty of it. Especially the bit where he’s on a rebound date and the girl points out that he’s playing the victim for no reason. The bouncing around format really works too. I recommend watching Don Jon and then watching this the next day, just for the totally different images of Joe.
For those who have been playing along with the Watching All My Movies game, I found some movies that had not been included in my alphabetized collection, a few of which should have been watched before now. I’ve decided to include them kind of haphazardly, esp. since I wasn’t really in the mood for Black Dynamite last night. Now back to your regular programming …
I didn’t get around to seeing this movie till about 15 years after it came out (read: 15 years during which all my contemporaries were watching it over and over). I keep forgetting just how good it is. I ♥ most John Hughes movies, but only a few make me wish I was back in high school. Gosh, Judd Nelson was pretty back in the day.
Completely charming, beginning to end. Cary Grant does an amazing job of seeming to be in control of everything and knowing everyone’s thoughts, all the while incrementally losing his heart to the title character. David Niven is, as always, the perfect straight man. It doesn’t have to be the holiday season to watch this, it’s always good.
Great movie, beginning to end, but I have always been baffled by the unevenness of the tone – like they couldn’t decide just how campy they wanted the movie to be. In any case, it’s campy enough to keep watching over and over again.
“Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
“This is just so shocking! I must just be so monumentally naive!” “You are.”
Acting? What acting? Perfectly campy, though, with many great characters. I owned this in VHS, and bought a DVD copy because I wanted to keep it around, that’s how much I like this one. Lou Diamond Phillips is the real star.
Someone suggested recently that the humor I saw in this movie stemmed entirely from nostalgia. I disagree. This is pure comedy gold, no matter the decade. How can you doubt lines like, “Man, that’s a shame when folks be throwing away a perfectly good white boy like that”, “I want my $2!”, testicles vs. tentacles, the international language of love, etc. The list goes on and on.
Every time I watch this, I am thankful that I don’t live/work in a submarine. Also, I preferred Michael Biehn in Aliens. And Terminator. Actually, everything he did that didn’t include that mustache.
I’ve always liked this one. Has something to say to lonely people: No man is an island, no matter how hard you try.