Doesn't it feel like Xmas? [no]

Now that we've gotten all that turkey business out of the way bring on XXXmas!!!!

a pair of chloe shades and a belly diamond ring??? you shouldn't have!
In the beginning all the shop clerks are giving dirty looks towards B and friends because they're dressed up as Santa sluts? Or is there a deeper social commentary on the subtle racial tensions/discriminations they endure even as superstars, ignorant shop owners who still assume they are potential shoplifters.

And So The Lion Fell in Love With The Lamb

I haven't posted in a while and one would think that say attending the protest ralley would move me to blog but no. That is NOT the kind of person I am and this is NOT that kind of blog. I come to proclaim the through mediocraty and ineptness of Twilight. To be fair, it does have its flashes of charm, which are my favorite types of film! Its like rummaging through the sales bin at a thrift store for far too long; your nose stuffed up from all the dust, slightly hungry and tired, and starting to question why you are there at all when suddenly you find a beautiful timeless cardigan or T Shirt that say I'm Glad My Mommy Didn't Have An Abortion. Suddenly the trip has been redeemed, its all been worth it.

For me that moment is the infamous vampire sparkle sequence, or should I say SEQUINce. After Bella discovers Edward is a vampire largely through her google search skills, he decides he wants to show her the REAL Edward... in the sunlight! So on his back she goes and he takes off at rapid speeds in some seriously low budget effects and editing to some mountainish top where the clouds have parted. For you see, in the world of Twilight, vampires do not perish at the sight of sunlight but sparkle brilliantly like diamonds. Somehow Edward's shirt comes completely unbuttoned when he steps into the light, revealing his true vampire glory, chest hair and all, looking like a cross of James Dean and Ziggy Stardust, glittering wildly as Bella declares his beauty and we the audience can't help but agree.

I wish the movie had more moments like that. A big problem is the vampire clan itself. They're really boring and seriel monogamists. Each one is paired off. For fun they like to play baseball during thunderstorms [zzzzzzzzzzzzzz] The villianous vampires are natually more intersting and a lot of fun but don't get nearly enough screen time. They're also a more progressive and unconventional lot traveling in a group of three with a West Indian Rasafarian vamp as the unofficial leader.

I'd like to focus now on Robert Pattinson's performance as the byronic Edward Cullins. I kept wanting this

[David Bowie as Thomas Jerome Newtom from The Man Who Fell To Earth]
as opposed to

[Toby Stephens as Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre]
His performance here is a miss, a somewhat amiable one which is a shame because he showed such promise as the tragic Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter And The Goblet of Fire where I had perhaps an inappropriate thought or two when he came onscreen.

The only other supremely homo moment that sticks out in my mind is when they do a brief sepia toned flashback to the making of Edward as a vampire which involves some queer and unexplained character psychology of the benevelont Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He is a doctor who already a vampire can't control his urges around Edward and it is only after making beautiful lithe Eddie an eternal creature of the night that he decides to turn his wife into one as well.

The Video Starbucks DOES NOT WANT you to see!

You don't need to understand Spanish to enjoy the clip

From Almodovar's What Have I Done To Deserve This?

The Need for Tweed

Last night I sat around with a group of 'mos and we all wistfully recalled the softcore erotic thrillers we were forced to sit through while we came of age. Holding our breath for the tastefully brief shots of male buttocks and ravenously feasting upon the sight with our starving eyes, those were the stale salad days of our youth. For me this took place in my BFF's grimy living room around 1am, digesting pizza and coke while trying to hide a raging erection. The best bet was to be already lying prostate on the floor otherwise you had to feign sleepiness and hug a couch cushion. Here are a few clips from various films of the all time great high sultan of slutiness, goddess of softcore erotic thrillers, Canada's finest export, Mrs. Shannon Tweed!

They can't take away our right to Party!

Right??? Just watch it'll be on the ballot in two years and pass. Whatever, who wants to get married ANYWAYS right? ??? right??? :(

Laughlin

Last weekend I engaged in the political process by campaigning for Obama in Laughlin, Nevada. Since it is now November my feverish obsession with the race has consumed me entirely. Not that I'm particulary worried about the outcome but My. Eye. Is. On. The. Prize. I canvassed with my new BFF (hi Bobo, hi!) which means we went door to door reminding people to vote and asking them how they felt about the upcoming elections, offering the most convincing, persuasive and polite reasons why they should vote for Obama (yes, I do plan on getting as much social mileage out of the situation as possible). We ran the gamut of responses from doors shut hastily in our faces to enthusiastic endorsements for OUR candidate.
To see people telling you that they plan on voting for Obama, our most common response by the way, who come from completely different backgrounds and experiences than you, ones that might not be the most conducive to voting for such an exciting and new candidate really can be quite moving if you let it be. I would say my favorite Laughlin citizen I had the pleasure of talking with would be Daisy who was an enthusiastic Obama supporter but didn't know her voting location which we were able to provide, also gaining points were her cat, bad leg and general Eddie Beale vibe. A close second was a sweet and tender thug who wasn't on our list of potential persuasion voters but answered the door shirtless and tattooed, whispering us good luck sincerely . Even recalling the memory has my knees buckling and head going slightly dizzy. DEFINITELY the worst was GAIL who we never actually spoke to but we did get an ear full from her irate husband who screamed and threatened to call the cops on us. Right before him was this uppity older woman who was reading a trashy romance novel and we clearly interrupted her session as she was seriously crotchety.
Well now that I've skimmed the surface of what went down (the stay at the Tropicana Express deserves a post of its own) the only thing left to do is filter the experience through the pop culture medium. The only way I know how to relate to or communicate with others. The easiest shorthand for expression/emotion in my HUMBLE opinion. This fits surprisingly well.