Uh, fuck. Now I gotta find the quotes to give you the answers.
I love Apple, I love my iBook laptop, but it doesn't let you switch from one browser to another w/ a keyboard shortcut. Sometimes I miss Windows.
Here we go.
1. Broadcast News. Jeffrey comes out strong with an early lead.
2. Say Anything (which, by the way, is in my Top Five Movies of all time. Like the REAL Top Five. And holy shit we should start a desert island thread immediately.)
3. The Spanish Prisoner. Had to throw some Mamet in there, especially when the line comes from Steve Martin in a rare, WAY too rare serious role.
4. Singles, yes. Well done again, Jeffrey. Who doesn't love Cameron Crowe? And what's wrong with them?
5. Grosse Pointe Blank. In the top 10. Last line of the movie.
6. Coyote you were SO close, but it's Steve Martin in Roxanne. So sorry. (Roxanne, having an infinitely better script than L.A. Story -- Martin wrote them both -- but nothing compared to what he'd do later with Shopgirl and his first novel, The Pleasure of My Company.)
7. Cuckoo. Again, wow.
8. The Legendary Michael Caine in Goldmember. What a great line.
9. Manhattan. Jeffrey scores.
10. Big Night. If you've seen it, you love it. If you haven't seen it, get it soon and everything will be okay.)
In the final analysis, Coyote: Where were you, baby? Cuz you sho wasn't in that game.
Which means, JEFFREY DELIVERS MOVIE TRIVIA SMACKDOWN!!!
Judging by his previous (weak sauce) performance in the first game, I truly didn't see this coming. Also, there was no intent to do a Crowe rom/com thing. I just linked from here to there on imdb and chose at random. Sort of. I mean, they are some of my favorites. Ever.
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I just loved Gross Point Blank! I can't believe I didn't get that one! And I've seen Roxanne soo many times and couldn't get that one either. Boy, do I ever suck at this, huh?
But man, Say Anything seems to be almost every guy's fave movie. I just don't get it. Was it the music? I thought the scene where he was holding up the boom box was kinda lame. Why didn't he just talk to her? Is that it? Guys just don't know how to talk to girls or something? I'm serious, why do so many guys cite that film as one of the top 10?
And I've always wanted to see Spanish Prisoner, but never got in the mood. I have a hard time sitting still for two hours, so I haven't seen all the things I've got on my list. I'll have to get it. And Big Night, too. I remember renting it once, but never finished it. Don't know why - I tend to do that, rent movies and not watch them. I've had There Will Be Blood here for weeks and still haven't sat and watched it. And yet, I'll sit and watch Shaun of the Dead every time I'm surfing the channels. Short attention span, that's me! Must be the drugs.
You're fine, Coyote. Different tastes are what the world revolves around. Well, that and Barack Obama.
BUT I TRIED, DIDN'T I? GODDAMNIT, AT LEAST I DID THAT.
If it weren't for the electronica song I heard about an hour ago with a Jim Morrison sample from "The End" I'd wanna watch Cuckoo right now. You know how fun it was not answering Tina's calls tonight?
BUT I TRIED, DIDN'T I? GODDAMNIT, AT LEAST I DID THAT.
Good suicide note.
Good grief, on the way home from this party tonight I listened to some vintage Replacements, off the "Let It Be" album. Specifically "Unsatisfied" and "Answering Machine".
Listen up, then I'll shut it:
You know, if you're lucky, at the right time you come across music that is not only "great," or interesting, or "incredible," or fun, but a piece of music cuts through all defenses and makes sense of every fear and desire you bring to it. As it does so, it exposes all you've held back, and then makes sense of that, too. Though someone else is doing the talking, the experience is like a confession. Your emotions shoot out to crazy extremes; you feel both ennobled and unworthy, saved and damned. You hear that this is what life is all about, that this is what it is FOR. Yet it is this recognition itself that makes you understand that life can never be this good, this whole. With a clarity life denies for its own good reasons, you see places to which you can never get.
Such a thing happens when it has to. Tonight was one of those countless nights that Paul Westerberg and his incredible, once-in-a-lifetime band brought it home for me.
"How do you say goodnight to an answering machine? How do you say I miss you to an answering machine?"
I tried, Goddamnit. At least I did that.
That's why I don't listen to music anymore.
I think the essence of Say Anything is Lloyd Dobler. He represented so many of us at that age -- unpopular, but casual friends with everybody, hung out with girls because we didn't quite fit in with the jocks, a total spaz when talking in uncomfortable situations, and completely open and honest about everything. I was Lloyd Dobler in high school, as were all the other men who identify with that movie.
Mike Cameron: I don't know you very well, you know, but I wanted to ask you - how'd you get Diane Court to go out with you?
Lloyd Dobler: I called her up.
Mike Cameron: But how come it worked? I mean, like, what are you?
Lloyd Dobler: I'm Lloyd Dobler.
Mike Cameron: This is great. This gives me hope. Thanks.
See? It's just about being your own, atypical, messed up self and being okay with that and knowing who you are.
Most guys say Lloyd Dobler is a personal hero. The rest will tell you Lloyd Dobler represents the impossible ideal, women adored him and measured all men against him for the next 20 years, and he ruined life for the rest of the high school boys.
So yeah, maybe it's a guy thing. But it's definitely not a generational thing. We're all about the same age.
Thanks, I think I get it now. I guess I always thought of Field of Dreams as the ultimate guy film. Though that one affected me as strongly as any guy. Fookin' daddy issues and shit.
Field of Dreams didn't do much for me, but my dad and I never got along much or knew each other really.
Lloyd Dobler is the male who lives without a facade. Who among us can do that? Who's brave enough to be your true self around other people? That's why he's a hero.
And The Godfather is the ultimate guy movie. 8)
You don't listen to music anymore? What does that mean?
Yeah, who's brave enough to be who they are? I am, and it really, really rubs people the wrong way because they get pissed that I don't give enough of a shit about their precious preconceptions of who I am to pretend to be that person, and they don't really want the truth, they want pretty lies to make them feel better. Sorry, not my problem to worry about someone else's precious sensibilities, especially when they don't care about mine. If you can't stand sarcasm, don't talk to me. I yam what I yam, baby. I'm too old to try to be likable anymore. It's jarring to a lot of people, but the ones that get to know me realize I'm just a weak old softie who cares too much about the people I care about and not enough about people I don't.
As for music, I used to always have it on - I wanted be a singer when I was a kid, but although I have perfect pitch, I didn't really have a unique voice, so I gave that up. I've always had music going, though, and followed the bands all the way up until Alice in Chains broke up. Man, I used to know all the bands, who was in them and what bands they used to play for. I still always have a song in my head, (Mozart's been going on for weeks, now).
I really don't know what happened, but after 9/11, I started going online to try to find out what went wrong, and got into politics. That's how I found the blogs, too. Then Air America happened and I turned off the music radio and turned into talk radio.
I think it's like, all the bands I used to listen to, all the songs that meant something to me, aren't important anymore. Music was a soundtrack to my life, so every time I listen to certain songs, it brings me back to those times. But I don't want to go back. I'm not one for reminiscing about my life; I don't like strong emotions, I don't like dwelling on things, it doesn't help one bit, and frankly, what's done is done, in my book. I love history, but not mine, I guess. When my siblings call, they want to talk about our childhood, and I feel like they're living in the past - they see me as that kid I used to be and I hate it. They don't give a shit what I'm doing now, they never, ever asked about my kids, I'm not sure they even know their names, and it's goddam boring! Music now is like those phone calls - living in the past. I'm just not interested in rehashing it anymore. I guess I grew out of the need to do it. New music for me is the next generation of kids creating a soundtrack to their lives, and frankly, I'm not interested. I don't like people, I don't care much what they're going through. That's why I can't watch any of those stupid reality shows; it's a bunch of people talk talk talking about their feelings, yawn! Who gives a shit? There are a few that interest me, like you guys, and a couple others online. It’s the same in meat puppet land, I've always had one or two good friends and zero circle of acquaintances. I don't have the energy or patience to maintain connections to more than that. I am totally interested in the macro, though - how societies move and interact and relate to themselves, but individuals, not so much.
Every once in a while someone will put up a YouTube of a song I used to like, and I'll listen and smile, but I don't seek it out anymore - I don't hate music, I have the classical station on in the car, because I don't like the silence while I'm driving, but at home, I like having the silence, listening to the birds, all that boring crap. It’s kinda funny, when I’m reading blogs and shit, it’s very very rare that I’ll follow a link someone puts up or click on a YouTube. If there’s no description of what’s at the link or on the video, forget it.
Heh, TMI, huh? Well, you asked!
Huh, I was in a state this morning, wasn't I? Funny how a little vanilla rum and pineapple juice mellows the harsh somewhat. Yay, it's Friday!
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