i'm minorly obsessed with owls, grey, astrology, milk, left-handedness, oscar-bait, songs that end with long orchestral bits, avoiding all cancers, soap operas, flying, slang, thursdays, wet hair, philadelphia, "festa del cinema" instead of "festival del cinema", and always roman wild.
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#1—High Noon
#3—The Real Son
#2—10 Things I Hate About You
I am in the mood to watch Moonstruck but, unfortunately, it has expired from Hulu, and I am left to watch the excerpts. I guess this portion would give everyone the absolute wrong idea about the movie—that is nothing but Nicholas Cage saying stupid shit and Cher dressed up like a widow. And while that is a core part of the movie, it is also so much more! It is ridiculous, yes, full of stereotypical Italian family bullshit and a lot of random metaphors, but with humor, and poking fun at the Italian family stereotypical bullshit and metaphors. And opera.
(via kzhang)
#4—Swimming Pool
I loved this movie? It was inspiring? I can see arguing with Andrew over it. But yeah, ending was a mindfuck.
Also, I appropriated this format/concept from oldfilmsflicker and didn’t even realize it til now. Apologies!
“Ugh, you know when you have something that seems perfect at 3 a.m., like it’s the linguistic version of the lining of your heart, and it makes you smile so much that it’s as if you could print it out on a huge sheet of paper and use it as a cape and it would let you fly… and then the next morning you’re like, Wait, what? Did I actually write this crap?”
- Sara McPherson Re: her pending manifesto post.
:)
Why on earth did I ever stop reading Susannah Breslin?
(via bunkercomplex)
Because Rebecca Romijn and Jerry O’Connell have already taken the award for worst baby names of the year. No, let’s make that ever.
