tuesday, july 27
showgirls rant yes, i know the movie was released -95 and i'm about 4 years too late with this rant, but i just watched it last night and was reminded of just how bad of a movie it is. the first time i saw it i knew it would be bad, but i was so busy sighing and shaking my head in disbelief that i missed just what a complete riot it is. i'm still baffled at the fact that they managed to squeeze that much nudity and "sex" into one movie and have it come out so utterly unsexy and just plain boring. in a way, it's how i felt when i saw the preview for eyes wide shut before the matrix friday night. i'd heard about it, and i know plenty who said they just felt weird watching nicole kidman and tom cruise "make out" because, as one woman said "that's how they really look, you know??" well - i was surprised to find myself agreeing. it was what, a minute or two of just the two of them making out in front of a mirror, and i just couldn't believe how completely unsexy it looked. the lighting, for one, was clinical, and it just looked... boring. ah well. back to showgirls. i found myself getting puzzled about so many things, like...
![]() why did the make up person insist of having elizabeth berkley look like a soft porn star in every single shot? what happened to my wonderful agent cooper, and who is this weirdo with bad hair, bad lines and bad acting skills posing as him? - how could anybody write the line "It must be weird not having anyone cum on you." in (i hope) an attempt to write a funny line, and have it come out funny because it's such a bad line? - how come flashdance had way better dance sequences than this shite, and that was 16 years ago? - why am i bothering taking up all this space yelling about things that are facts? am i making any sense? argh?
as you all know, i often find people attractive in movies, but gina gershon isn't just attractive - she's got some spark. how else explain that in a movie that's so bad and funny, she actually manages to come out with some dignity? simply gorgeous. oh dear. am i drooling? sorry.
i am not a geek no, but really. now, you need to understand that i like geeks (well some, anyway), but am not one myself. sure, i do spend hours in front of computers at a time, and yes, some of my first crushes were on han solo and luke skywalker and no, i'm still not over them, but i simply am not a proper geek. apparently, dylan is trying to change that. yesterday he gave me an account on his computer so that i could try a different news reader for my news groups, and suddenly i found myself typing all sorts of weird commands. it's a deep shock to one's system to try and figure out how to get things to work after four years of cushy web browsers and strict pine usage for e-mail. it feels quite exciting, though - i just need to remember that the trick to escape when things go wrong because you don't know what you're doing in a unix shell account (did i get that right, dylan?) is not to simply disconnect and connect back. i feel like a barbie trying to navigate a space shuttle when all i have is a cute outfit and no brain. off i go mom and i are going to that tiny island this afternoon. why do i keep agreeing to these outdoor's things when i know i'll just end up complaining about bugs and creepy things in the water and "too much sun!!"? *shrug*
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