Martha Martha Martha

I'm just gonna come right out and say it -- I have a blogcrush on Martha Fischer of "Cinematical". It's nearly impossible to read all of Cinematical given how quickly a new entry is posted. Because of this I always look at the byline immediately. If it's her, I sit up straight and pay attention. It's not just that she clearly loves musicals. Really it's not. Martha, call me!

Hump Day Hottie: Channing Tatum

That's me. Holla.

I never heard of the The Film Experience before but I'm getting mine now. Used to be a model but lately --big screen, big time. Earlier this year I totally read Amanda Bynes wrong in She's the Man (See, my character thought she was a guy. What a dumbass --she's a fugly dude) If David Poland had seen that in a regular movie theater, he wouldn't be confused about my box-office for Step Up. The ladies was screaming, fainting, throwing panties --nah, not that last part, I'm playing. But it was wild. "LL Channing T" Ha.

This pic of me ---> has been making the rounds this week on the blogs. Hot! Hey, if you're abs looked like mine you'd be touching, too.

It's OK, you can stare...former model remember? Don't you think I shoulda been the star of Justin Timberlake's sexyback video. Dude shoulda outsourced that one.

If you're more the NSFW type you can see a lot more of me here and here. I'm not shy.

OK. Later.


Uh, wha--oh oh yeah, OK. I'm supposed to say

"Previously on 'Hump Day Hotties'..."

the guy who runs this blog profiled Hugh Jackman he's ripped. I think I'm a better dancer though. I got mad skills in Step Up. He's wolverine --yeah, cool. Uma Thurman yeah ...MILF. Cheyenne Jackson -Sorry, who? Then last season I guess there was a lot of Jake Gyllenhaal --old news. I'm big now. There's even more of me here (NSFW). Like I said... I'm everywhere right now.

EDITOR'S NOTE: Channing hasn't popped in in awhile ;) but if you don't wanna miss any Film Experience obsessiveness on movie stars and the cinema, please subscribe.





NEW POSTS

Keira Knightley Can Kiss My A**

Hi fans,

Winona Ryder, Hollywood. See what happened was this: Nathaniel couldn't come back fully from his vacation as planned yesterday and kinda sent out this open call / blog invite. He's kinda creepy like that –always hitting up the screen ladies for favors (of one sort or another).

Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I am WAY too famous for open casting calls, fans. Or auditions. I hear my one-time protege Christina Ricci is still doing them but not me. I am a two time Oscar-nominee. Twice. Dos. But I heard Nathaniel was making like Heather Sawyer and encouraging you not to play my reindeer games. I'd ask him what his damage was. But I already know.

So I thought I'd let you all in on a little secret. He's just pissed that I never called him back when I first heard from him. He actually wrote me a love poem. He did! I am not making this up. I'm an Academy Award nominated actress, not some shut-in writer. So anyway, I got it, this fan letter that stank of dippity do--and my fans I would have responded with an 8 X 10 or something. I'm not a bitch. But it was right in the middle of what I'll tell you was a huge tabloid storm at the time.

Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie, Scarlett Johansson? Amateurs! I was on fire that year...total ubiquity. I was slapping Cher, I was on the cover of every freaking magazine, I was f***ing the hottest guy on earth onscreen and off, I was collapsing from "exhaustion" (which saddled Godfather III with Sofia Coppola --yeah, sorry about that one), I almost losing my hearing, I got pregnant with Johnny's baby ---I mean, well, people were saying I did which was a *TOTAL LIE* and that we'd eloped. It was crazy. Good times.


Anyway, the poem went like this:

This Johnny & Winona elopement thing?
It's really got me down.
I don't know...
Maybe if I see the ring.
Why, Winona, Why?

Hey, if it were the tattoo.
I'd do that too.

Whose to say it isn't my child?

If it's the messed up hair
I wouldn't care.
If it's the TV show and fame,
I'd do the same.

I don't know
can't shake this thing.
Why Winona Why?

I am NOT making this up fans. Nathaniel wrote that to crack up his girlfriend at the time (Ha!) --they were both apparently really into Johnny & Me. Well, who wasn't? Of course that time is long gone. Johnny's tattoo now reads "Wino Forever" which totally blows mmmm, blow because we really loved each other.

So that recent diss here at the film experience? I know Nathaniel only did that because he's still licking his petty wounds. Well... 'Lick it up baby, lick it up.' Your poem sucked. I'll forgive you once you go see A Scanner Darkly!

xo,
Noni.

P.S. if any casting directors are reading this give my agent a ring. I can still play any age. I'm like Alison Lohman on steroids. What the hell is she doing playing a teenager in Flicka. I swear to god she's older than me. Plus I am hotter and did I mention I'm a two time Oscar nominee? Yes, twice. Keira Knightley can kiss my aerobicized ass.

P.S. 2 Dave Navarro --call me!

tags: Winona Ryder, movies, cinema, Johnny Depp, celebrities, gossip, film

"Michelle Pfeiffer is the supervolcano"

Yesterday I came across an old blog entry from screenwriter John August. You'd know his work from various collaborations with Tim Burton and from the well-regarded indie Go (1999). The article is called "Michelle Pfeiffer, Supervolcanoes and the Yellowstone Fallacy" so right there, it's already a good read. My only quibble is this sentence:

If you never bump into Michelle Pfeiffer again, your life won’t be significantly worse.

In context that sentence is OK. Lifted out of context it's just totally wrong. At least to me as I've only had the privilege once.

psssst. starting right now I will try not to mention MP for the rest of the month (Think i can do it?)

tags: Michelle Pfeiffer, movies, cinema, screenwriting, celebrities

¡Vota por mí!

To celebrate Sony Pictures Classics "Viva Pedro!" series (now showing on the coasts and coming to larger cities near you) I'm running a poll for who is the greatest muse of word class director Pedro Almodovar.

It's a tough choice, right?

The upcoming Volver reunites Pedro with his most frequent star, Carmen Maura but she's been MIA (as far as Pedro movies go) for almost 20 years. In the meantime Pedro has been playing the field.


A total of twelve women have been featured in three or more of his films (if I missed someone, let me know). You've got your troupe regulars like the unforgettable Rossy De Palma, Chus Lampreave (who I left out of the poll. oops), comedic Loles Leon, Kika herself Veronica Forque not to mention Kiti Manver, Cristina Sanchez Pascual, and Eva Siva.

Then most visibly there are the international stars. They cross movie-making borders --most frequently to French, Argentinian, and American cinema. Carmen Maura was his undisputed queen in the 1980s. Sextastic fantastic Victoria Abril and grande dame Marisa Paredes reigned in the 90s. Penélope Cruz and Cecilia Roth pop in and out of the filmography, doing their best work for the famed auteur.


Pedro has been on a sensational run of acclaimed hits and Oscar nominees in the aughts (what filmmaker can beat this consecutive triple: All About My Mother, Talk To Her, Bad Education?) but if you're a new fan start from the beginning. It's one of the great filmographies. "Viva Pedro!", despite it's glaring omissions (where are Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down! and What Have I Done To Deserve This? for starters? I'd put them in for Live Flesh and Matador), should be great fun.


Don't miss this series if it comes to your city. If you only have time for a couple choose wisely. I'd skipped the recent offerings (you've seen them already) and go for his hilarious breakthrough Women on the Verge... (I hadn't seen it in 16 years and I laughed my ass off) and my personal fav from the whole damn genius filmography, Law of Desire.


Which Almodovarian heroine is the one for you?
(my thanks to Astroboy for the subtitling...)



tags: Pedro Almodovar, movies, Spain, Penelope Cruz, Marisa Paredes, Carmen Maura, Victoria Abril, Oscars, Academy Awards

Please Stop

Nathaniel, I appreciate your support. I do. But you really must stop singing outside my window. It wasn't cool in Brentwood and it's not cool now (plus you're a little pitchy --try stretching out atop a grand piano. It helps) and David is pissed.

Sincerely, M.P.

I Shouldn't Be Here...

I've been at Wrenwood for 11 years now (?) Sometimes. Now I get computer privileges, right. The screen has a cover. You'd be surprised how... But it still hurts my eyes through the protective goggles. I feel that maybe radiation gets through this, too? It's plastic which...oh god, why can't my eyes foc-- I should go.

Maybe you should turn off the computer, too?

I love you very much.
-Carol White

Mrs. Harris Mrs. Beatty!

Hi subjects,

Annette here --Mrs. Warren Beatty, as you know. Or as Nathaniel often affectionately refers to me, The Bening. I had a good time last time I was here so I thought I'd pop in again. Nathaniel is oft double booked, you see. People seem to think he takes a lot of vacations but, really, I'm amazed that any of you commoners can keep up your 60 hour work weeks with your measly 2 weeks worth of vacations. What drudgery. For an internationally acclaimed critically lauded bonafide movie star like myself that'd equate to, what, 6 movies a year (?) –-not all of us are 'blue collar' like Scarlett Johansson. We here she has "help" anyway.

Who wants to be on set every day of the year?

But what I'm really here to talk about is my co-star Ellen Burstyn and her Emmy nomination for 15 seconds of performance in my cable showcase Mrs. Harris. There are some people that are really mad about her nomination. They say that the Emmy voters should be shamed for this and that it reveals the sham that is awards voting. Hey, you're preaching to the converted. I've yet to win anything and I'm a goddamn genius. I'm the Warren Beatty-weddin', diva prima donna of American cinema. Everyone knows it: you, your mother, your dog, and Hilary Skank!

So let's be real. The only true sham in modern awards voting --be it Oscar, Emmy, or *shudder* Peoples Choice-- is how bad voters tastes truly run. So forget this Burstyn fiasco. What IS the fuss about? Who needs 15 seconds to be award worthy? Give me 10 and I'm there, minions.

Bow Down!

Ms. Bening.

tags: Annette Bening, movies, celebrities, Hilary Swank, Warren Beatty, Ellen Burstyn, emmy awards, Oscars, Academy Awards

Double Booked

OK... What goes around comes around and I've got Guest Blogging duties at ModFab this week. Until my total return I've opened up posting to anyone in Hollywood who is interested. That might sound ballsy and frightening but I have administrative powers. I can always delete posts.

Sorry for the delay... Enjoy a refreshing link.

Lindsay Lohan Endangered species?
Re: Kiki Dunst -glad I'm not the only one who still loves her. Still can't wait to see Marie-Antoinette. These photos are sweet as cake.
Zach Snyder talks about 300 and Watchmen --I keep meaning to write about these movies but never do.
Matthew McConau-gay? Funny and rude stuff.
Re: 9/11 & The Oscars Kris Tapley of "In Contention" thinks it's getting ugly. What say you?
Julianne Moore will be posing nude for charity but that "girl from a trailer park" is too good for the same --hate her.
Re: Christina Ricci Where she be? Good question.
Monster House I wish more people would take my advice and see it.

Whither Nathaniel?

Did you miss me? I'll be back to blogging tomorrow both here (and elsewhere he adds cryptically). Thank you to my guest bloggers!

It's Halloween In August

So... I'm not really sure what The Film Experience audience's stance on horror film is. But I'm a horror fanatic and am curious to see what y'all think about this much maligned (and very often rightfully so) genre. I assume it's the same as any genre - make it well and you like it. Unfortunately horror's about as mixed a bag of rotten apples as there is.

But ya see, I've got horror on the brain after seeing The Descent yesterday (you can read my half-assed review here) and really, mostly, liking it, and then watching again some of High Tension which could've been fantastic if not for an horrific-in-the-worst-way-imaginable ending that succeeds only in spoiling everything great before it.

So I guess my question's this: What's the last movie you saw that scared the living bejesus out of you? I'm often thinking about the recent state of horror, especially with this wave of gore-fests (Saw, Hostel, et al) that've permeated the genre as of late. Or do you just think it's a crappy genre filled with shit and the questionable intentions of sadists?

Now, I've got nothing against a good gore-fest, but the argument's often made about these types of films versus the kinds that try to get you on a more psychological level; things that play by the old-school "less is more" rule like, say, The Others.

The Descent had its moments but, like I say in my review, it did not better the best new horror film I've seen in years, Wolf Creek. WC sat like a shudder down my spine for days. And unlike a Saw film (I've only seen the laughably terrible original), WC shows very little actual violence yet, like the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, is accused of being graphic because they both imply so much the viewer imagines they actually saw the things they did not see.

It doesn't miss my attentions, either, that the three most interesting, to me at least, horror films of the past couple years (WC, High Tension, and The Descent) were all made outside of the US. Maybe we ought to start thinking up some new ideas instead of throwing cash at remakes of, say, the J-horror films? Like the oncoming slit-my-wrists spectacle of Battle Royale being remade?

So what do we prefer? Pus-spewing eyeballs onscreen or possibly-bloody - but maybe not! - twigs outside the tent door? Do we have to choose? Can't we enjoy both? Without, you know, being a homicidal maniac barking up the wrong blog-audience, of course...?

--- JA, My New Plaid Pants

Size Queen: Supporting Actress Style

StinkyLulu here:

As some of you know, StinkyLulu's a little obsessed with the Supporting Actresses. And while Lulu's no size queen, the question of "what's too big" and "what's too little" pops up again and again in deciding what performances should count as "supporting." In Oscar's history, at least three performances have taken the trophy with approximately 10 or fewer minutes of screentime. They are:

the most recent "small wonder"

the micro-Oscar among the boys

and the current title-holder

But.
Leave it to Emmy to take this to a whole 'nother level of absurdity... Witness the emerging controversy about the 2006 Emmy nominations for "Best Supporting Actress in a Movie or Mini-Series"...

O'course, LaBurstyn has not won. ('Twill be interesting to see if the nomination even stands, or whether it instigates further Emmy-rule tweaking.) Anyway, comparing Oscar winners to Emmy nominees is like comparing apples to raisins. Though all of this does seem to underscore the relevance of clocking screentime for the nominess. (Certainly, Una Merkel's 1961 nominated performance clocked in right at or below the 10 minute mark...) But Emmy's recent shenanigans have nonetheless rustled the film obsessive questions that often haunt StinkyLulu on cold dark nights...

• Are there really no small parts? Can a cameo warrant a trophy?
• And, on the flip, how big is too big for a supporting actress nomination?
• Are promotional, nomination-mongering maneuvers a constitutive part of the category?
• Is StinkyLulu a loon for thinking so much about this?
  

What do y'all -- devotees of the FilmExperience -- think?

Thanks, Nathaniel, for sharing the platform. (And happy vaycay.)

John Cazale: Where would he be if he was still alive? Where would we be if he never existed?

The answer to the first question: Probably retired, emerging for an infrequent role in a Coppola movie or a supporting turn on Broadway.

The answer to the second: Streepless and Pacinoless, at the very least.

John Cazale would've been 71 years old today. After a prolific theatre career, he made his first feature film in 1972 at the age of 37. He'd make four more through 1978, when he died of bone cancer. All of his movies were best picture nominees, two of them winners (The Godfathers). Pacino and Cazale were acting partners, and who knows where Al would be now if he hadn't gone with John, arm in arm, from Provincetown to New York in 1968. Nine years later, Cazale's lover Meryl Streep took her career-igniting role in The Deer Hunter just to be close to him as he died.

Cazale was the Great Enabler -- quiet, kind, not so much a chameleon as a phantom. Five classic films, and he had not a moment of volume in any of them. Instead, actors used him as a sounding board and entered the pantheon of greats. Cazale played hapless to Pacino's lethalness in The Godfathers. In Dog Day Afternoon, it was the same passive-and-active dichotomy for the pair (the way he delivers his sad-sack answer to the question "So what country do you wanna go to?" is representative of his onscreen humility). In The Conversation and The Deer Hunter, Cazale's roles (and performances) seem like an afterthought compared to Gene Hackman in the first and Christopher Walken in the second.

His roles were in the background. A lesser actor would've tried to throttle them forward. Because he didn't, we still remember him today.

Another Capote Flick - Infamous!

Hey Film Experience readers - it's MK from over at popbytes! Mr. Nathaniel was so sweet to ask me to be a guest blogger here while he is off on a much needed vacation - it's been a crazy week in the wacky world of gossip so I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner but I thought this new film about Truman Capote opening in October called Infamous (...yes another TC flick!) would be a perfect fit here on FE! The cast is incredible - G. Paltrow, S. Weaver, and I. Rossellini amongst others like hottie Daniel Craig! I must shamefully admit to never having seen the other Capote flick with the always amazing Philip Seymour Hoffman so to mix it up I will watch this new one first and then go back and catch Mr. Hoffman's Oscar-winning portrayal of the infamous writer! Oh I can smell a college comparison/contrast essay brewing somewhere...Anyways I'm out for now and I promise to try and check back here soon! Rock & blog on...xxoo!

PS Make sure to watch the trailer below - the film does look great! I love the tagline at the end There is more to the story than you know...

Infamous Opens October 13, 2006
What starts out as the humorous journey of the openly gay writer Truman Capote as he moves through the elegant circles of Manhattan’s sophisticated cafe society, turns darker as he becomes increasingly consumed by a murder case...

Written and Directed by: Douglas McGrath

Cast: Toby Jones, Sandra Bullock, Daniel Craig, Peter Bogdonovich, Jeff Daniels, Hope Davis, Gwyneth Paltrow, Isabella Rossellini, Juliet Stevenson and Sigourney Weaver

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Today in Horrifying Headlines

I'll leave this one up to the readers. Which of the following headlines causes your stomach to drop clean to the floor the quickest:

"Brett Ratner Helming Brazil Remake"

or

"Hallstrom to direct A Christmas Carol"

Lucky for all of us, only one of these headlines is factually true. Brett Ratner is not actually directing a remake of Terry Gilliam's weirdo classic Brazil. This is the good news. The bad news is that the most reviled man on the internet will be remaking The Boys from Brazil. Who wants to scour South America for escaped Nazis with the director of Rush Hour? With Chris Tucker as Dr. Mengele! Look for the boys at Aint It Cool News to drive Ratner to a hissy blog post about how they're all haters by the end of the year.

As for the true headline, yes, Lasse Hallstrom will take time away from his busy schedule of being totally unworthy of Lena Olin to direct yet another version of everyone's favorite go-to sitcom holiday episode. The big idea to shake up the ever-so-stale plot of Ebeneezer Scrooge learning that money can't buy happiness? Make Scrooge younger! Ah, Hollywood. Ten bucks says it's because Kevin Spacey didn't want to put on old man makeup.

LOGO's Top 50

LOGO has compiled a list of The 50 Greatest LGBT Films of All-Time, as chosen by their audience. I have to say that I've probably seen... 5% of them? I don't really rush out to see much gay cinema since... well, a really good percentage is just crap, I'm sorry to say. But I'm a bad Gay anyway, I never seem to make it to the Pride festivites anymore. Do I have to send back the toaster?

Here's the top 10:

1. Brokeback Mountain
2. Latter Days
3. Beautiful Thing
4. Trick
5. Bound
6. Angels In America
7. The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
8. Desert Hearts
9. Tipping The Velvet
10. Big Eden

(the list continues here)

I've made known my feelings for Brokeback in the past at my own site, so I'll just say - right on, with that one.

I know that Latter Days is a popular film (obviously, coming in at #2), but personally I hated it. It defines most of the things that keep me away from going to see gay films - I thought the actors were terrible, the dialogue downright painful, and while I'm always one to appreciate some man-flesh being on display, there's just something that skeeves me out about the way a lot of gay films throw everyone into tank tops and boxer briefs at every given opportunity.

Beautiful Thing and Trick I both liked when I was 20 or so but I haven't seen either of them since then. Angels In America should've placed higher. I shamefully admit I haven't seen Bound yet. Priscilla was fun, but again, it's been years. And that's it for what I've seen of the top 10.

And the fact that Heavenly Creatures placed at all the way down at #45 is just too horrific to even begin to contemplate. That film... well, I can't quite shift Brokeback out of #1 without my wiring short-circuiting, but it's an easy #2.

-- JA, My New Plaid Pants

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At Least It Ain't Renee

So Zooey Deschanel is, according to Dark Horizons, going to be playing Janis Joplin in Penelope Spheeris' biopic of the singer, The Gospel According To Janis.

We can consider the Zellweger-bullet dodged then? Or is there another seperate biopic being made? Is Janis the Alexander the Great of 2006/07?

I'm not even a fan of Joplin, but the rumor of Zellweger playing her gave me an instant case of acid reflux. Nothing against Ms. Z, she can be fine when she wants to be, but her apple-cheeked girl-next-door "Who, me?" routine wouldn't have exactly cut it playing a woman as connected to a bottle of Jack Daniels as she was to a microphone.

Zooey... I like Zooey. She's yet to give me enough of a reason to love her (though All The Real Girls came damned close), but the possibility floats there, in the ether, waiting for her to snatch it up. This probably wouldn't be the project to make that happen but it might give her the opportunity to maybe find that role. Think the gal you played in Elf, only you're the star, Zooey!

What do y'all think? Yay or nay? Poor Courtney's too old. Speaking of Miss Love, how long has Lovelace been sitting there on IMDb as "announced"? Is that thing happening or what?
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Movie Remembrances

I saw Eight Legged Freaks in the theater.

I know. I know.

My boyfriend has yet to forgive me this transgression. They play the movie on TV sometimes and if I happen to zoom past it while channel-surfing and he notices, I get this glare. This "You owe me two hours of my life" glare.

But how was I supposed to resist a movie called Eight Legged Freaks? I certainly don't have that sort of will-power. There's something buried deep within the very core of my being that makes it imperative that I walk zombie-like into any movie called Eight Legged Freaks. It was beyond my control.

Bonus Fun Fact: It was originally called Arach Attack but they changed it due to the possibility people would confuse it with "Iraq Attack" and, subsequently, the war in the Middle East. Those people, the people who would confuse those two things? I don't want to know those people. Those are the people eating Freedom Fries.

Anyway, it wasn't just called Eight Legged Freaks, it was about ginormous mutant killer spiders. I mean, this was tailor-made for me, right? I grew up watching ginormous mutant killer spiders attack people every Saturday afternoon at my grandmother's. (I mean on television, not actually at my grandmother's house; I didn't grow up in some alternate Hell dimension or anything... unless you consider Upstate New York to be Hell, and some certainly do...)

But movies like Giant Spider Invasion and Kingdom of the Spiders were always playing on the Saturday afternoon local-channel showcases and I watched a lot of that claptrap as a kid. Grr, Argh, the spider is really freakishly big and eats the locals, they build some ridiculous bomb or all die, the end. Good stuff!

As a sidenote I might mention that the spiders are actually normal-spider-sized in Kingdom of the Spiders, but that movie stars William Shatner and therefore everything just seems big. The Shat has that biggifying power.

So... we went and saw Eight Legged Freaks. On opening night. In Times Square.

Mmmhmm.

Opening night for any movie at any theater in Times Square, as anyone (not me!) should be able to figure out, is... an experience. Especially any movie with a horror-ish bent. I made it through a few years of braving such waters - I would make it a habit to see almost any horror movie on opening night; such is my insanity - but have since... mellowed... on this count.

Well, mellowed is one way to put it. The nice way. A more apt description might be "been beaten senseless by the obnoxiousness of every living soul in a two-mile radius until I had to throw my bloodied hands towards the Heavens and cry out for sweet relief."

But when Eight Legged Freaks came out I was still in the midst of my opening-night devotion, so there we were, in the midst of the hysteria, watching what unfortunately turned out to be a big pile of steaming crap. Yes, David Arquette should always clue one in to that level of crappiness (Scream excluded). I did not read the signs, so blinded by the title was I (could I be falling for the same ruse again with the oncoming Snakes on a Plane juggernaut?).

Indeed, there was something about the Eight Legged Freaks theater-going experience that crystallized itself into the very essence of what was wrong with going to opening-night horror-ish movies in Times Square that pretty much set the ball rolling on the end of such self-abusing excursions.

That something? The balls-out insane lady sitting beside us.

I almost wish that the DVD of Eight Legged Freaks could be accompanied by a commentary track by this woman so this experience could be replicated for everyone to... experience. I would own that DVD.

Because this woman... wow. Think "Cat Lady from The Simpsons" crazy. If this woman been covered in cats, cats would have certainly been flung at the screen. As it was, she merely screamed and thrashed in her seat the entire running time. She was filled with helpful comments for the characters which she helpfully shouted at any given moment, such as "OH MY GOD IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU LOOK STUPID!". Or "HOLY JESUS OH MY GOD RUN GIRL IT GONNA KILL YOU!".

Okay, so we've all had this experience. There's one in every town, waiting in line for The Dukes of Hazzard or Jackass Number Two (sorry, Johnny).

But something about this woman... she came to represent all the nutjobs out there for me - the ones throwing their Skittles at the movie screen, playing Tetris on their cell phones, telling their best friend five rows in front of them what they're doing after the movie and where they should meet and no you better not invite that bitch I'm gonna kick her ass.

This Eight Legged Freaks woman has become, for me, Crazy Movie Lady Incarnate.

So I applaud her. This crazy, crazy woman. She made me see the err of my ways. She led me to the path of righteousness, where horror-ish movies are usually still in the theater the week following their release, on a weeknight or even a matinee, and David Arquette is only Coco's Pa, no more, no less.

--- JA, My New Plaid Pants
(Happy Vacation, Nathaniel!)

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Taking a Breather

I'm on vacation starting right now In my absence enjoy The Film Experience as imagined by a quintet of blog buddies: Joe Reid of Low Resolution, MK of popbytes, Stinky Lulu of, well, Stinky Lulu, JJ of As Little As Possible and JA of My New Plaid Pants. There may be a cameo from a very special someone else as well but I aint promising. I'll be back on August 15th but these fine folks should keep you occupied until then since they're all fabu blogging wonders. Ciao.