Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.

Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.

Monday, April 18, 2011

What do you wanna know?



I've been sitting at the computer for two hours like an idiot, not really sure what to blog about today.

I've been hopelessly depressed for the past week and I'm trying not to bitch about it. I've already deleted three potential posts that were so dismal, I wanted to jump off a bridge.

So, I'm doing this instead.

After two years of resisting it (because I have a lot to hide) I've decided to ask you to ask me.

Ask me a question. Anything. I will answer.

What do you wanna know?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Random Schmandom

Because I know you all give a shit, I'm going to point out some minor changes I've made to my blog.

I've added a twitter button, in case you want to follow me there. I highly suggest doing so because I'm fucking awesome.

I've changed my music playlist. The music is still pretty much the same: Moz, Lily, Gaga, and FF. I've added Katy Perry's ET because I'm obsessed with it right now, a classic Madonna tune, and my favorite Devil Wears Prada song.

I've also included share buttons at the bottom of every post, in case you think something I've written is so incredibly brilliant it needs to be shared immediately. (Which should be all my posts, let's be real).

Anyway, that's all for now!

I hope you are having a kick ass weekend!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Jezebel: Southern Belle Fashion

Before Gone With the Wind, there was Jezebel.



The 1938 film stars a very young Bette Davis as the stubborn spitfire, Julie, who refuses to obey social conventions.



Although the New Orleans southern belle is very much in love with her fiance, her egotistical antics create a barrier between the couple.



It is eventually a wrong fashion decision that costs her the man she loves.



Her selfishness swallows her up into a sea of despair and scorn.



I'm not going to lie. This is one of the most frustrating films I have ever seen. There were numerous times where I wanted to reach my hand into the television and slap some sense into each character. The lack of communication needed for the plot is painful to endure.

I was also disappointed that the film was released in black and white. A spectacular scarlet dress is the center of the entire film and believe me, the silver screen does not do it justice. (The Wizard of Oz came out a year after Jezebel, so I know color was around during this time period).

Plus, I am not a big fan of the South when it comes to the Civil War. Racism and slavery put a bad taste in my mouth.

But I have to admit, the American South during the 19th century, given all its flaws, was incredibly beautiful.

It must be magical to live in an enchanting world where you can be swallowed up by willow trees and lush green meadows. Chivalry was admirable back then. Ladies were respected. Politeness was key. Elegance was social order.

And the fashion.

Oh, the fashion...

Here is a taste of what Bette Davis has to offer in this film:









Wouldn't it be a dream to be a Southern Belle for a day?

Bette Davis is absolutely divine in this film. I'm not surprised she won the Best Actress Oscar for her performance.



Here is a polyvore I made to honor the main character's spectacular fashion faux paux:


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Femme Fatale

Being the film nerd that I am, I simply had to rent the ultimate film noir classic, Scarlet Street.



The 1945 film revolves around Christopher Cross, a middle-aged man who is overwhelmed by his domineering wife who hates him and his thankless job at the bank.

By accident, he runs into femme fatale, Kitty Marsh.



Chris falls madly in love with Kitty, who may or may not be a prostitute (the film skirts around that issue). After some miscommunication, Kitty begins to think Chris is a famous painter.

After telling her controlling fiance, he devises a plan for Kitty to become Chris's mistress, so they can rob the poor man of a fortune he doesn't even have.



I could not have been more pleased with my selection. Although the film desperately needs to be restored, I found myself liking the antique grittiness of each frame. It contributed to the film's dark plot and overall mystique.



Everything about this film is old-school glamorous. The acting is intense. Kitty's costumes are breathtakingly gorgeous. The plot is action-packed. There is never a dull minute to spare.

But most of all, I found myself becoming incredibly fascinated with the sexy Hollywood siren, Joan Bennett, who plays Kitty.



She is the ultimate film noir bombshell.



The more I researched Joan Bennett, the more interesting she became. I was surprised to learn that Joan's life would make a pretty kick ass movie itself.

Both sides of her family had been in theater since the 18th century. Growing up, Jean was insistent not to follow in her family's footsteps. But after a bitter divorce with a cruel alcoholic, the 18-year-old found herself with a baby to support. She turned to acting as a last resort.

The decision made her a star.



Jean started out in silent films and made the quick transition to sound. Audiences adored the smoldering brunette temptress and critics admired her talent.



It wasn't until she became the muse for famed film noir director, Fritz Lang, that her iconic status blossomed. He not only directed her in Scarlet Street, but also in four other films.



Her career, however, was quickly marred by scandal in 1951.

She was sitting in her convertible with her agent, when her third husband came up and shot her agent. He thought the two were having an affair. Fortunately, her agent didn't die. Her husband served six months in a mental institution after pleading "temporary insanity." Surprisingly, Joan did not divorce her husband. They remained together for 15 more years.

The incident ruined her career forever. She was blacklisted from Hollywood.



The incident also sadly destroyed Joan's image as a Hollywood icon. Not many people know her name today.

Take my advice and rent Scarlet Street. It will show you a glimpse of a film legend who deserves to be more than just a memory.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Sister Weekend



Well I had the most lovely weekend. My only regret is that it could not last forever.

My sister Jenn visited me! We have been best friends for the past 14 years. You may remember I was in her wedding six months or so ago...

Obviously, she is incredibly fabulous.



I felt a little plain in comparison, but don't feel sorry for me. I enjoyed basking in her glow!



We spent the weekend watching movies, drinking wine, pigging out on junk food, and of course, shopping!



Jenn has excellent taste. Here is a painting of a dog she bought her husband. (The dog face in the painting is the splitting image of their puppy Charlie).



I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it was to spend the weekend with Jenn. Even though we live four hours apart, we don't get to see each other that often. Jenn is usually extremely busy with her musicals (she is a professional singer and stage actress) and I am usually without transportation or money.



To say I had an awesome time with her is an understatement. It was the most spectacular weekend in history!

Nothing is more heart-warming than spending time with a close friend who has blossomed (and wilted, occasionally) with you over the years.

When we first became best friends, we were two 13-year-old girls who shared a passion for horror films, tennis, and the Spice Girls.

Today, we still feel like those two little girls from seventh grade, but we know we must have changed. (I hope, haha).

After all, we've been through millions of life-changing adventures together ( nerve-wracking dance recitals, boring summer jobs, ski trips, graduations, breakups, marriage etc.).



It's nice to have someone like that in my life. A friend who I know is never going to disappear on me.

I'm kind of depressed she went back home this afternoon. Because now I'm left alone, to continue on in my boring, dismal life.

So sad...