Showing posts with label Sad Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sad Stuff. Show all posts

Thursday, July 24, 2008

the dead and the angry

I've been sick and busy, so I couldn't write on two very important things that happened on Tuesday...

1. RIP Estelle Getty
You will be missed, hell, I already miss you! You were my favorite Golden Girl.




















2. Christian Bale, otherwise known as my fantasy boyfriend, was arrested in the UK for "assault." I'm sure you all heard about this, and it's old news, but it turns out he pushed his mom out of his way after yelling at her, and then his mom and sis turned him into the cops on the day of his biggest movie premiere. Couldn't they have waited a few days before complaining about getting yelled at? To be frank, they sound like bitch #1 and bitch #2 to me. If I got in trouble with the law every time I shoved and/or yelled at people, I would never taste fresh air again. I know Bale's a big dude, but come on, he's your son/brother, and he's stressed, let it go! I'm sure all the other women in the world disagree with me, and maybe it's because I'm the most violent woman in the world, but I think that his mom sucks. And so does his sister. Jimmy, don't get any ideas about this one.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Bro, seriously sad: Heath Ledger

I, like the rest of the western world, cannot believe that Heath Ledger is dead! C'est si terrible.



A (sort of) retrospective:

10 Things I Hate About You: awesomeness.

The Patriot: not Braveheart, but bearable.

Brokeback Mountain was even too sad a movie for me, and I am a lover of things sad (ballads, Hallmark movies). But it was about gay love, so I was about it.

Heath Ledger was so goddamn good in Brokeback; I couldn't understand a single word that came out of his mouth! I had to rewind that last line 50 times! He was cheated out of the Oscar on that one. And isn't it ironic that Ennis was the one who outlives Jack... something to chew on.

He's supposed to be in a Terry Gilliam movie, too. TG has some luck there with the movies recently. What about that The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, his dream production, that turned into Lost in La Mancha, a boring documentary about a failed movie?

Anyway, I'm sorry you're dead, Heath. I'm sure you're in a better place. Maybe you're luxuriating on Brokeback Mountain! Who knows? I'll drink one for you later.