This blog was supposed to be about movies, but it's turned into a "whatever I want" kind of thing. That's fine, it's not like there's much else to do, right? And this post has something to do with movies, I suppose.
I finally got a part-time job to help with the income. I'm hoping my financial stuff will mellow out over the next few months because of it, but we shall see. It isn't the job I wanted, but it's something to hold me over until that happens. Granted, I may be in this job for the next two to three years, but that's okay. We'll see if I make it that far (with my current track record, I'm not sure if I can do that).
I'm returning to school this Fall. Yes, that's right, I'm going back to school and I don't care how bad this hits me money wise. I will actually get a loan if I need to. I'm doing what I want, and that's that. I'm embracing a side of me that I've kind of kept hidden because I was terrified of ever letting any nerd part of me out. My family has always been a "work because you need the money, not because you love it" mindset and I want to change that. I want to work because I love it, not because I need the money (even if that is an issue).
So this Fall, I will be attending a local community college, taking Film Production classes.
I can't wait.
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Monday, October 17, 2011
Life
I've come to the not-so-startling conclusion that life sucks. And not just for those of us who are unemployed and praying that they can get a paycheck in soon (bills don't pay for themselves). Even those with a job have their own issues. Will this paycheck be enough? Can I support my family?
But enough of their problems. Here's mine (yes, I'm going to be selfish, get over it).
I started working for Walt Disney World earlier this year (February) in one of their Quick Service restaurants. It wasn't the job I wanted, but I had a foot in. The pay was shit, the conditions worse, but I did my duty and went to work every single day that I was scheduled. I showed up an hour early (sometimes more) and was always jumping around like a nut job. Why? Because that was what we were supposed to do. Do you think anyone else did this? No, they hated their jobs.
Fast forward to the end of June. I was working at our ice cream stand (we had a burger place and an ice cream place). Earlier that week (and that day), we were told that we were allowed to try one of the new smoothie flavors. By the managers. Please keep this in mind as you read about this stupidity. End of the shift, we have to throw out the smoothies we didn't sell (I could cry at the amount of money they wasted at this place). While we were pouring it out, I was asked if I wanted to try some -- well sure! I hadn't tried it yet, so whatever. It gets poured into a cup (I dump most of it out) and put off to the side. I try some, it's okay, and I fill the rest up with soda (which we were allowed to have) for the ride home.
Please note that everybody working has taken something at this point in time. Someone had a cup full of ice cream, another had a full cup of smoothie, and another just finished a cookie.
A manager comes up and see my lonely cup. He asks whose it is and I admit it's mine. He asks me if I asked a supervisor and I told him no because we were never told we had to go through one. He informed me of the fact that I had to, I apologize, we threw the cup away, and went on with business. The next day I was written up and put on paid suspension (which I haven't seen the money for). A week later, I was terminated for "not following company policy."
Remember everything else others took? Also note that not even a week before that, I had worked an 11-hour shift with food poisoning. Food poisoning.
Whatever, I cry for a day and I'm over it. Flash forward to the end of July and I'm sitting in an interview for a position at a Veterinary clinic. I would be their kennel tech as well as a media assistant. Score! Perfect job for me! Three days later I'm in a working interview. The same day as that interview, I'm hired. My start date was August 1st.
The job was amazing, if not tiring. I got to be with dogs all day. Take care of them, bathe them -- everything. I could handle the roaches and the vomit and the other stuff that comes out of dogs (one ate a leather boot, poor thing). When I wasn't cleaning things or playing with dogs, I was writing blog entries. I had found my niche in life and I couldn't see myself doing anything else in my life.
Which is probably why I'm in such a rut right now.
I was closing Thursday, September 29th (four days after my birthday) and waiting for the schedule for October. Everyone else in the clinic had gotten theirs except for the kennel team. My lovely coworker and myself made a few grumbles about it, but went on as normal. I didn't think anything was amiss until I went to take the trash out. I was emptying one by the boss' desk when I did see our schedule. There was one problem -- I wasn't on it.
Cue panic. Once we were alone in somewhat of a secluded room, I told my lovely coworker that I had seen the schedule, but my name wasn't there. We both panic (she did tell me that she thought she would be getting fired before me) and try to be normal for the last hour of work. I was told to talk to le boss before I left, so I got everything done before heading to the office, already almost hyperventilating.
Yep, I was let go. I admit my mind blanked as soon as it was confirmed, but I got the words "not enthusiastic or compassionate" from her at least. What the flying fuck? I'm not compassionate or enthusiastic about animals? PUPPIES ZOMG. I don't know how else to be excited about being there.
I left, held back my tears until I went to get my things. Another coworker saw me and asked why I was upset. I told her I was let go and she seemed really shocked and didn't know what to do. She walked me to the door and everybody that saw me just seemed to be surprised that I wouldn't be coming back. I felt the love, but it hurt all the more. What in the world did I do to not make it there? What happened?
I called my coworker to tell her that our fears were confirmed. Again, shock (and anger) about it. I then called my mother (she had to know at some point) and burst out into tears in the middle of the road. I pulled over and cried into my phone for nearly half an hour. She was patient with me and upset that I had been treated like this. Hell, everybody I knew was upset by this.
I tried to be brave and face this. I went to an interview the next day and turned in about twenty applications. However, that weekend, I stayed curled up in bed and for the first time in my life, I really and truly wished I could just curl up and die. I lack the courage, so you have to deal with me longer. Take that.
Depression aside, it took me a good week to get over the fact that I felt as if my personal working ethics were called into question. And since then, I have been looking for a job. The first day, I put in at least 70 applications a day on CareerBuilder/Monster/etc. The second day was just as much. And so on and so forth until I was only able to put in around five a day due to the fact that I had applied to everything else.
So now I sit in my living room, wondering what I'm going to do next. I am one of the many unemployed and yes, I am in a better situation than they are, but not every situation is the same. It's just as difficult for me as it is for them and, if things progress, it'll only get harder.
My only regret is that my adorable, lovable, and fantastic dog won't be able to get 100% of what she needs, even when I am down to living off of one ramen package a day. It isn't fair to her and all I want is a job where I can provide for her.
Is that so much to ask?
But enough of their problems. Here's mine (yes, I'm going to be selfish, get over it).
I started working for Walt Disney World earlier this year (February) in one of their Quick Service restaurants. It wasn't the job I wanted, but I had a foot in. The pay was shit, the conditions worse, but I did my duty and went to work every single day that I was scheduled. I showed up an hour early (sometimes more) and was always jumping around like a nut job. Why? Because that was what we were supposed to do. Do you think anyone else did this? No, they hated their jobs.
Fast forward to the end of June. I was working at our ice cream stand (we had a burger place and an ice cream place). Earlier that week (and that day), we were told that we were allowed to try one of the new smoothie flavors. By the managers. Please keep this in mind as you read about this stupidity. End of the shift, we have to throw out the smoothies we didn't sell (I could cry at the amount of money they wasted at this place). While we were pouring it out, I was asked if I wanted to try some -- well sure! I hadn't tried it yet, so whatever. It gets poured into a cup (I dump most of it out) and put off to the side. I try some, it's okay, and I fill the rest up with soda (which we were allowed to have) for the ride home.
Please note that everybody working has taken something at this point in time. Someone had a cup full of ice cream, another had a full cup of smoothie, and another just finished a cookie.
A manager comes up and see my lonely cup. He asks whose it is and I admit it's mine. He asks me if I asked a supervisor and I told him no because we were never told we had to go through one. He informed me of the fact that I had to, I apologize, we threw the cup away, and went on with business. The next day I was written up and put on paid suspension (which I haven't seen the money for). A week later, I was terminated for "not following company policy."
Remember everything else others took? Also note that not even a week before that, I had worked an 11-hour shift with food poisoning. Food poisoning.
Whatever, I cry for a day and I'm over it. Flash forward to the end of July and I'm sitting in an interview for a position at a Veterinary clinic. I would be their kennel tech as well as a media assistant. Score! Perfect job for me! Three days later I'm in a working interview. The same day as that interview, I'm hired. My start date was August 1st.
The job was amazing, if not tiring. I got to be with dogs all day. Take care of them, bathe them -- everything. I could handle the roaches and the vomit and the other stuff that comes out of dogs (one ate a leather boot, poor thing). When I wasn't cleaning things or playing with dogs, I was writing blog entries. I had found my niche in life and I couldn't see myself doing anything else in my life.
Which is probably why I'm in such a rut right now.
I was closing Thursday, September 29th (four days after my birthday) and waiting for the schedule for October. Everyone else in the clinic had gotten theirs except for the kennel team. My lovely coworker and myself made a few grumbles about it, but went on as normal. I didn't think anything was amiss until I went to take the trash out. I was emptying one by the boss' desk when I did see our schedule. There was one problem -- I wasn't on it.
Cue panic. Once we were alone in somewhat of a secluded room, I told my lovely coworker that I had seen the schedule, but my name wasn't there. We both panic (she did tell me that she thought she would be getting fired before me) and try to be normal for the last hour of work. I was told to talk to le boss before I left, so I got everything done before heading to the office, already almost hyperventilating.
Yep, I was let go. I admit my mind blanked as soon as it was confirmed, but I got the words "not enthusiastic or compassionate" from her at least. What the flying fuck? I'm not compassionate or enthusiastic about animals? PUPPIES ZOMG. I don't know how else to be excited about being there.
I left, held back my tears until I went to get my things. Another coworker saw me and asked why I was upset. I told her I was let go and she seemed really shocked and didn't know what to do. She walked me to the door and everybody that saw me just seemed to be surprised that I wouldn't be coming back. I felt the love, but it hurt all the more. What in the world did I do to not make it there? What happened?
I called my coworker to tell her that our fears were confirmed. Again, shock (and anger) about it. I then called my mother (she had to know at some point) and burst out into tears in the middle of the road. I pulled over and cried into my phone for nearly half an hour. She was patient with me and upset that I had been treated like this. Hell, everybody I knew was upset by this.
I tried to be brave and face this. I went to an interview the next day and turned in about twenty applications. However, that weekend, I stayed curled up in bed and for the first time in my life, I really and truly wished I could just curl up and die. I lack the courage, so you have to deal with me longer. Take that.
Depression aside, it took me a good week to get over the fact that I felt as if my personal working ethics were called into question. And since then, I have been looking for a job. The first day, I put in at least 70 applications a day on CareerBuilder/Monster/etc. The second day was just as much. And so on and so forth until I was only able to put in around five a day due to the fact that I had applied to everything else.
So now I sit in my living room, wondering what I'm going to do next. I am one of the many unemployed and yes, I am in a better situation than they are, but not every situation is the same. It's just as difficult for me as it is for them and, if things progress, it'll only get harder.
My only regret is that my adorable, lovable, and fantastic dog won't be able to get 100% of what she needs, even when I am down to living off of one ramen package a day. It isn't fair to her and all I want is a job where I can provide for her.
Is that so much to ask?
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Theme Parks Can Ruin Fans
Like the nerd I am, I went with eight of my friends to go see the midnight premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. I would go on about that movie and how it relates to the book, but I'm not and for two very good reasons:
1- I haven't read the book since it came out years ago.
2- I had been up at that point for eighteen hours without sleep (and only about four hours of sleep from the previous night) and thus can't remember most of what occurred.
I do, however, remember the people. I donned my own nerdism cloak I made back for the fifth book release. It was a yard of black fabric that I literally clipped to my shirt with a service pin I received in high school. No, it was not the best costume, but it was my flowy-cape and I loved it. If I still worked at Walgreens, I would have used henna to put on my usual Dark Mark. However, I had to forgo that because I was (am) still looking for a job. Ah, the unemployed. There were others like me who just did one piece of clothing signalling their loyalty to the Potter Fandom (or franchise, but we'll get to that). I saw several shirts and jewelry. I think I even saw one person with obviously dyed red hair and nothing else. The wizard-being-muggle look.
Among these fans were also those who made their costume. One person had painted (yes, painted) the front of his clothes to look like Harry's school uniform from the first two movies. The back of his clothes represented when the cloaks were apparently no longer part of the school uniform (thanks, A.C., for fucking up my movie). Either way, his costume was inventive and he wasn't the only one who obviously hand-made his outfit.
Others that walked around truly irked me. They had purchased their outfit and while normally thing would not bother me, they all looked the same. Every single one of them. I watched as seven identical Gryffindor scarfs passed me before making a comment to a friend of mine that it was so hard to spot the die-hard fans anymore. She mentioned the Harry Potter park and I felt like an idiot. I live 20 minutes away from the damned place, of course.
Don't get me wrong, I adore what Universal has done. I love that there's a park where I can go geek out at. I haven't been because I'm not one for crowds and I'm waiting for them to hopefully even out, but I know that's a big wish. I don't think the crowds will ever thin out there. Insert irritation here for them rejecting my application to work there (I truly believe I angered my recruitment agent by knowing more than she did).
My love for the park aside, I dislike it. This sounds so shallow of me and I admit that, but I do not like the fact that just any old passing fan can go in and buy a wand or a uniform or chocolate frogs. One scarf costs $35 -- a ridiculous price now that they're so readily available. And now I see them everywhere. What happened to the days when you'd spot one and be thrilled because oh my god! There's another fan! Or you would go to a movie/book premier (not like there will be any more) and spot a bunch of people who hand-made their outfits because there wasn't anywhere cheap to buy them? Or the people who bought wands from various online stores?
My wand sits in my china cabinet, next to all of my Stitch things. My tacky cape and tie is hung in the closet next to my other costumes. I miss when I could turn and spot a rabid fan because of what they had. It felt intimate, like a community that you had to work at to be part of. Now? Hell, now I feel as if I'm in the middle of "the next best fad" that people expect to phase out in a few years.
Who knows, maybe it will phase out. And when the "fad" phases out, I can go back to spotting the real fans. Those who made their scarves and their cloaks. Maybe we'll have a sign to recognize each other by (Star Trek has their "Live Long and Prosper" hand sign and Star Wars has their "May the Force be With You" slogan). We, the die-hard fans, should have one. And I don't mean by running around pretending we're British -- that just makes us look like idiots.
Some day, in the future when I'm 50-years-old, maybe I'll pass by a teenager and we'll flash our little "Potter sign" at each other. I can only hope.
1- I haven't read the book since it came out years ago.
2- I had been up at that point for eighteen hours without sleep (and only about four hours of sleep from the previous night) and thus can't remember most of what occurred.
I do, however, remember the people. I donned my own nerdism cloak I made back for the fifth book release. It was a yard of black fabric that I literally clipped to my shirt with a service pin I received in high school. No, it was not the best costume, but it was my flowy-cape and I loved it. If I still worked at Walgreens, I would have used henna to put on my usual Dark Mark. However, I had to forgo that because I was (am) still looking for a job. Ah, the unemployed. There were others like me who just did one piece of clothing signalling their loyalty to the Potter Fandom (or franchise, but we'll get to that). I saw several shirts and jewelry. I think I even saw one person with obviously dyed red hair and nothing else. The wizard-being-muggle look.
Among these fans were also those who made their costume. One person had painted (yes, painted) the front of his clothes to look like Harry's school uniform from the first two movies. The back of his clothes represented when the cloaks were apparently no longer part of the school uniform (thanks, A.C., for fucking up my movie). Either way, his costume was inventive and he wasn't the only one who obviously hand-made his outfit.
Others that walked around truly irked me. They had purchased their outfit and while normally thing would not bother me, they all looked the same. Every single one of them. I watched as seven identical Gryffindor scarfs passed me before making a comment to a friend of mine that it was so hard to spot the die-hard fans anymore. She mentioned the Harry Potter park and I felt like an idiot. I live 20 minutes away from the damned place, of course.
Don't get me wrong, I adore what Universal has done. I love that there's a park where I can go geek out at. I haven't been because I'm not one for crowds and I'm waiting for them to hopefully even out, but I know that's a big wish. I don't think the crowds will ever thin out there. Insert irritation here for them rejecting my application to work there (I truly believe I angered my recruitment agent by knowing more than she did).
My love for the park aside, I dislike it. This sounds so shallow of me and I admit that, but I do not like the fact that just any old passing fan can go in and buy a wand or a uniform or chocolate frogs. One scarf costs $35 -- a ridiculous price now that they're so readily available. And now I see them everywhere. What happened to the days when you'd spot one and be thrilled because oh my god! There's another fan! Or you would go to a movie/book premier (not like there will be any more) and spot a bunch of people who hand-made their outfits because there wasn't anywhere cheap to buy them? Or the people who bought wands from various online stores?
My wand sits in my china cabinet, next to all of my Stitch things. My tacky cape and tie is hung in the closet next to my other costumes. I miss when I could turn and spot a rabid fan because of what they had. It felt intimate, like a community that you had to work at to be part of. Now? Hell, now I feel as if I'm in the middle of "the next best fad" that people expect to phase out in a few years.
Who knows, maybe it will phase out. And when the "fad" phases out, I can go back to spotting the real fans. Those who made their scarves and their cloaks. Maybe we'll have a sign to recognize each other by (Star Trek has their "Live Long and Prosper" hand sign and Star Wars has their "May the Force be With You" slogan). We, the die-hard fans, should have one. And I don't mean by running around pretending we're British -- that just makes us look like idiots.
Some day, in the future when I'm 50-years-old, maybe I'll pass by a teenager and we'll flash our little "Potter sign" at each other. I can only hope.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Life Attacks; Children of Men
I missed last week (shame on me) and I pretty much missed this week (double shame on me). So now I'm going to woe into my corner and punish myself.
Kidding, not really. I just haven't had the time lately to sit down with the movie I intended to see. Instead, I watched Children of Men and hit a small snag in my weeks. I'm going to up that one to this week and do a small rantage on it really quick. Mostly because I couldn't simply enjoy this movie as a movie.
First off, I don't look at actor lists until I'm at least half an hour into a movie. I like to try and get surprised as far as who shows up. For some reason, I was expecting Gerard Butler (don't ask, I saw one trailer years ago and have had him in my head since) instead of Clive Owen. I was a tad disappointed at myself for that one, but the world moves on. I, of course, spent the rest of the movie trying to figure out whether or not Butler would have done any better of a job before realizing that he would have just been some epic eye-candy for people. He is probably the only actor I will watch for eye-candy (and I admit it).
Moving on. I did not like the character of Kee at all. I felt she delivered her lines flatly and she didn't have the right emotion for 90% of the movie. Every time she spoke, I cringed and then wanted to know who was holding up giant poster boards with her lines on them. It just didn't seem real to me. For a movie this big (or they hoped to be big), hiring new-ish actors are a hit or miss. Clare-Hope Ashitey had only been in one film before Children of Men and maybe she needed a bit more experience before playing such a role.
There is also a book this movie is based off of and I'm adding it to my list to read. Mostly because there are just so many differences. Who carries the child, how things happen; I can't wait to see the differences.
And is it just me or does Alfonso Cuaron mess up every book adaptation he does? Because he did a horrible job with Prisoner of Azkaban.
Kidding, not really. I just haven't had the time lately to sit down with the movie I intended to see. Instead, I watched Children of Men and hit a small snag in my weeks. I'm going to up that one to this week and do a small rantage on it really quick. Mostly because I couldn't simply enjoy this movie as a movie.
First off, I don't look at actor lists until I'm at least half an hour into a movie. I like to try and get surprised as far as who shows up. For some reason, I was expecting Gerard Butler (don't ask, I saw one trailer years ago and have had him in my head since) instead of Clive Owen. I was a tad disappointed at myself for that one, but the world moves on. I, of course, spent the rest of the movie trying to figure out whether or not Butler would have done any better of a job before realizing that he would have just been some epic eye-candy for people. He is probably the only actor I will watch for eye-candy (and I admit it).
Moving on. I did not like the character of Kee at all. I felt she delivered her lines flatly and she didn't have the right emotion for 90% of the movie. Every time she spoke, I cringed and then wanted to know who was holding up giant poster boards with her lines on them. It just didn't seem real to me. For a movie this big (or they hoped to be big), hiring new-ish actors are a hit or miss. Clare-Hope Ashitey had only been in one film before Children of Men and maybe she needed a bit more experience before playing such a role.
There is also a book this movie is based off of and I'm adding it to my list to read. Mostly because there are just so many differences. Who carries the child, how things happen; I can't wait to see the differences.
And is it just me or does Alfonso Cuaron mess up every book adaptation he does? Because he did a horrible job with Prisoner of Azkaban.
Friday, June 17, 2011
June Week 2: Pear Harbor
Pear Harbor had both the good and bad fortune of coming out before 9/11. Good because they didn't have to spend millions of dollars fixing things that would "hurt the American people more" (or some other load of BS that happened to movies like Spiderman and Die Hard when those came out close to the date). Bad because after 9/11, nobody wanted to see a movie about America getting her ass handed to her even if we end up kicking ass in the end.
As I watched the movie (again -- I do like it), I read through trivia and goofs and other nerdy nonsense. Despite the fact that critics didn't care for it, Michael Bay got a lot of letters telling him that he got the mood of before and after the attack. Honestly, I think that's what he was aiming for. Sometimes, a movie isn't all about being a blockbuster (though ever director wishes).
For people who just like action, the first part of the movie is difficult to get through. It's filled with the romantic aspect, forming relationships, and the general care-free lifestyle of people at the time. Once you get to the second half, you hit the war and the fighting and the "manly-ness" of it. Me? I enjoyed both. Give me explosions behind a kiss any day!
There are plenty of inaccuracies throughout the film, but it is not a documentary. Consider the ending when the Doolittle raid occurs. From what I read (and correct me if I'm wrong; I wasn't alive during this time, obviously), nobody died in the air. It all occurred on the ground and with things like malnutrition. Do you really want to watch that in a movie? Or would you rather see the Japanese fighting back and the Americans escaping while kicking some ass? Give me the ass-kicking, please.
That's all my opinion for now. Still trying to decide what to watch for next week.
As I watched the movie (again -- I do like it), I read through trivia and goofs and other nerdy nonsense. Despite the fact that critics didn't care for it, Michael Bay got a lot of letters telling him that he got the mood of before and after the attack. Honestly, I think that's what he was aiming for. Sometimes, a movie isn't all about being a blockbuster (though ever director wishes).
For people who just like action, the first part of the movie is difficult to get through. It's filled with the romantic aspect, forming relationships, and the general care-free lifestyle of people at the time. Once you get to the second half, you hit the war and the fighting and the "manly-ness" of it. Me? I enjoyed both. Give me explosions behind a kiss any day!
There are plenty of inaccuracies throughout the film, but it is not a documentary. Consider the ending when the Doolittle raid occurs. From what I read (and correct me if I'm wrong; I wasn't alive during this time, obviously), nobody died in the air. It all occurred on the ground and with things like malnutrition. Do you really want to watch that in a movie? Or would you rather see the Japanese fighting back and the Americans escaping while kicking some ass? Give me the ass-kicking, please.
That's all my opinion for now. Still trying to decide what to watch for next week.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Request Films
I should have put this up earlier, but better late than never.
Comment here to request future films to watch. Please make sure to let me know which week category they could possibly fall under.
Week 1 - Standard Movies (aka what doesn't belong anywhere else)
Week 2 - Remakes (includes not only film remakes, but historical events remade into film)
Week 3 - Foreign (anything not made in the U.S./created for U.S. audiences; aka foreign to me)
Week 4 - Book adaptations (self explanatory; I will only do Twilight [for my own, personal reasons] if begged)
Thanks, guys!
Comment here to request future films to watch. Please make sure to let me know which week category they could possibly fall under.
Week 1 - Standard Movies (aka what doesn't belong anywhere else)
Week 2 - Remakes (includes not only film remakes, but historical events remade into film)
Week 3 - Foreign (anything not made in the U.S./created for U.S. audiences; aka foreign to me)
Week 4 - Book adaptations (self explanatory; I will only do Twilight [for my own, personal reasons] if begged)
Thanks, guys!
June Week 1
Since I just started this and I had planned on doing my posting on Friday/Saturday, I figured that I might as well just blab on about the latest movie I watched (since that would, generally, be what I most remembered). I don't remember watching anything on television movie-wise since a few days ago, so Netflix it was.
And no, before anyone asks, I am not embarrassed about my movie choices. I watched The Suite Life Movie (staring Cole and Dylan Sprouse).
As far as Disney Channel Original Movies go, this one was not that bad. It was based off of a television series they had (The Suite Life of Zach and Cody followed by The Suite Life on Deck), so the characters were already well known and pretty much lovable. I watch this show, but only because one of my roommates constantly has the television set on the Disney Channel (and we all, at one point in time, worked at Disney; yes, we're nerds). Still, it is enough that I know pretty much every kind of relationship issue that has gone on throughout the series.
This movie focuses on their last spring break before graduation. Cody and Bailey (love interest) had made plans to do a while bunch of science-nerd stuff while on shore. Cody instead decides to take an internship opportunity (we'll ignore the fact that these are rarely, if ever, a week-long thing) at a marine biology center in order to get a scholarship to Yale (where his sweetheart wants to go). Bailey takes it wrong, doesn't hear the whole story, and thus they're again in a fight in the first ten minutes of the movie.
For some reason that was never explained (plot device!), Zach goes along with Cody to the center. He sees a cute girl and goes off to chase her while his brother remains clueless. Zach manages, again, to ruin everything by breaking a sea wall and destroying plenty of things. The most important thing is his brother's scholarship.
At this point in time, the movie is all believable. Why? Because I do live with identical twins (which Zach and Cody are, for those who haven't seen the show) and this is pretty much how they act when they're angry at each other. They ignore, they fight, and then spread blame about. (Girls, if you're reading this, I love you! But it's so true, even if your fights don't last as long.)
After that, Zach finds a way to get Cody back into some form of Yale scholarship and they go into a new research center called Project Gemini where a man is studying twins. They eat a weird fruit and suddenly can feel everything the other feels. Then they eat more and they feel every emotion the other feels. Then they uncover a secret plot that'll take their souls and mash them into one person.
Yeah, I'm not a science person, so I'll go with that.
Bailey eventually finds a letter Cody wrote explaining everything so she goes to try and apologize. They don't find him at the center and oh no! They're in danger, let's go save them! But really, their friends don't do anything -- the twins pretty much save themselves by fighting. AKA, they reject the soul-mashing. That breaks the computers and everything falls apart and it's (oh-so-shockingly) revealed that the biology center doctor and the creepy Gemini doctor are twins and both jealous of each other. Yeah. Didn't see that coming. Especially when they show a creepy guy basically stalking the twins before they get to the Gemini area.
The bad graphics and typical happy ending aside, it isn't a bad movie. I wouldn't buy it, but I might watch it if nothing else were on television. I'm sure no one watching this blog right now has seen it, but movies are movies!
Now just to decide what to do for "foreign week." And I don't just mean "in a different language" for this -- I mean just considered (for myself as an American) a foreign country film. I'm thinking Dear Frankie, but I'm not sure. Lay it on me!
And no, before anyone asks, I am not embarrassed about my movie choices. I watched The Suite Life Movie (staring Cole and Dylan Sprouse).
As far as Disney Channel Original Movies go, this one was not that bad. It was based off of a television series they had (The Suite Life of Zach and Cody followed by The Suite Life on Deck), so the characters were already well known and pretty much lovable. I watch this show, but only because one of my roommates constantly has the television set on the Disney Channel (and we all, at one point in time, worked at Disney; yes, we're nerds). Still, it is enough that I know pretty much every kind of relationship issue that has gone on throughout the series.
This movie focuses on their last spring break before graduation. Cody and Bailey (love interest) had made plans to do a while bunch of science-nerd stuff while on shore. Cody instead decides to take an internship opportunity (we'll ignore the fact that these are rarely, if ever, a week-long thing) at a marine biology center in order to get a scholarship to Yale (where his sweetheart wants to go). Bailey takes it wrong, doesn't hear the whole story, and thus they're again in a fight in the first ten minutes of the movie.
For some reason that was never explained (plot device!), Zach goes along with Cody to the center. He sees a cute girl and goes off to chase her while his brother remains clueless. Zach manages, again, to ruin everything by breaking a sea wall and destroying plenty of things. The most important thing is his brother's scholarship.
At this point in time, the movie is all believable. Why? Because I do live with identical twins (which Zach and Cody are, for those who haven't seen the show) and this is pretty much how they act when they're angry at each other. They ignore, they fight, and then spread blame about. (Girls, if you're reading this, I love you! But it's so true, even if your fights don't last as long.)
After that, Zach finds a way to get Cody back into some form of Yale scholarship and they go into a new research center called Project Gemini where a man is studying twins. They eat a weird fruit and suddenly can feel everything the other feels. Then they eat more and they feel every emotion the other feels. Then they uncover a secret plot that'll take their souls and mash them into one person.
Yeah, I'm not a science person, so I'll go with that.
Bailey eventually finds a letter Cody wrote explaining everything so she goes to try and apologize. They don't find him at the center and oh no! They're in danger, let's go save them! But really, their friends don't do anything -- the twins pretty much save themselves by fighting. AKA, they reject the soul-mashing. That breaks the computers and everything falls apart and it's (oh-so-shockingly) revealed that the biology center doctor and the creepy Gemini doctor are twins and both jealous of each other. Yeah. Didn't see that coming. Especially when they show a creepy guy basically stalking the twins before they get to the Gemini area.
The bad graphics and typical happy ending aside, it isn't a bad movie. I wouldn't buy it, but I might watch it if nothing else were on television. I'm sure no one watching this blog right now has seen it, but movies are movies!
Now just to decide what to do for "foreign week." And I don't just mean "in a different language" for this -- I mean just considered (for myself as an American) a foreign country film. I'm thinking Dear Frankie, but I'm not sure. Lay it on me!
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
First Post
I had an idea after reading The Film Club by David Gilmour to start a film club. Not sure how long this will last, or if it will even get off the ground, but I know that there will be at leas some fun times.
Honestly, I first wanted to start a "book a week" type blog, but I don't read that fast since my spare time is extremely short. So I'll talk about the book I'm reading when I've got spare time, but I'll mainly focus of watching, and sharing, films.
I'm a 23-year-old English major (with horrible spelling) who graduated in 2009. I live in a small, two-bedroom condo with my two roommates and our ten animals. Don't worry, six of those are birds. My four-year-old daughter Kali is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi with more health issues than I care to admit. My roommates each own a cat; Cadmus is a five-year-old runt Maincoon, and Morgan is a year-old large Tuxedo. Chin rounds out our list of animals as a chew-obsessed teddy bear hamster. I'm sure I'll talk about at least one of them at some point.
I currently hold two jobs in my quest for financial stability. I've been at a smoothie stand in my local mall since October 2009. It's where I get most of my reading done. Three days of the week I drive the 30-60 minutes to Walt Disney World, put on my costume, and pretend the child screaming in front of me does not bother me. There are very few nights when I come home, wondering why I enjoy working there so much.
My goal is not to become "popular" (though I won't say no). I just want to talk with fellow people who enjoy being nerdy. I rarely go out and see a movie opening weekend (two jobs does not mean I can afford a $14 movie ticket), but I do make several exceptions.
Can't wait to be nerdy.~
Honestly, I first wanted to start a "book a week" type blog, but I don't read that fast since my spare time is extremely short. So I'll talk about the book I'm reading when I've got spare time, but I'll mainly focus of watching, and sharing, films.
I'm a 23-year-old English major (with horrible spelling) who graduated in 2009. I live in a small, two-bedroom condo with my two roommates and our ten animals. Don't worry, six of those are birds. My four-year-old daughter Kali is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi with more health issues than I care to admit. My roommates each own a cat; Cadmus is a five-year-old runt Maincoon, and Morgan is a year-old large Tuxedo. Chin rounds out our list of animals as a chew-obsessed teddy bear hamster. I'm sure I'll talk about at least one of them at some point.
I currently hold two jobs in my quest for financial stability. I've been at a smoothie stand in my local mall since October 2009. It's where I get most of my reading done. Three days of the week I drive the 30-60 minutes to Walt Disney World, put on my costume, and pretend the child screaming in front of me does not bother me. There are very few nights when I come home, wondering why I enjoy working there so much.
My goal is not to become "popular" (though I won't say no). I just want to talk with fellow people who enjoy being nerdy. I rarely go out and see a movie opening weekend (two jobs does not mean I can afford a $14 movie ticket), but I do make several exceptions.
Can't wait to be nerdy.~
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