Sunday, August 30, 2009

A Time to Kill.



The other day Kathy and I had a conversation wherein we discussed how, in A Few Good Men, "You can't handle the truth!" is the more infamous line but how obviously the best line is actually "You're goddamn right I did!!!"After talking for awhile about how ridiculous and scary Jack Nicholson is when he delivers this line, I questioned, "Doesn't he say something else angry-sounding after this line?" Kathy replied that she thought I was getting mixed up with Samuel L. Jackson in A Time to Kill when he says "And I hope they burn in hell!!!!!!" after saying "Yes they deserved to die!" and I of course knew she was completely right. And, since A Few Good Men is well known and recognized for being an amazing film, I knew I had to get on here and talk about A Time to Kill instead since I feel that it is, well, not well known and recognized for being an amazing film, when it IS.

I remember seeing this movie in the theaters in Scranton with my family and being absolutely terrified during the opening rape scene (still am), but loving the rest of it, and I continue to love it more as time goes on. The most important factor of course is the Southern-ness of this film, to completely exaggerated and amazing degrees, such as the intensity to which Matthew McConaughey and everyone else are constantly sweating. There is so much sweat in this movie. SO MUCH. Especially that scene when Matthew McConaughey and Ashley Judd are on the kitchen floor in their house, you know the one, and they're all in white tank tops, sweatin' the hell out of that joint. Then there is Samuel L. Jackson, being real angry and righteous (and sweaty), and any role which has Samuel L. Jackson not being real angry and righteous is misguided. There is Kevin Spacey being a big Southern racist jerkface, and Kiefer Sutherland being a big Southern racist hick. There is the inexperienced-lawyer-with-big-ideals-rising-up-to-beat-them-all storyline, with help from the old-wisened-lawyer-mentor and all. There is the triumphant ending of the races coming together and doing the right thing and having their children all play together, God bless America! There is Sandra Bullock, getting kidnapped by the KKK!

Seriously! This movie is amazing. Seriously.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Cranberries.

Oh, my life
is changing every day
in every possible way

When I was in the fifth grade I declared - and I'm sure I actually declared it somewhere in some embarrassing diary - that Dreams by the Cranberries was my favorite song of all time. Sometimes, when I hear it randomly now, I believe it still is.

I bought some of their newish albums as the years went on, but all I ever really want to hear are the first two: Everyone Else is Doing it, So Why Can't We? and No Need to Argue. The former isn't terribly remarkable except for the fact that it includes Dreams and Linger, both of which are extremely remarkable. No Need to Argue I love as a whole album and I used to listen to it like whoa back in the day. Seriously, like whoa. The first doo-doo-doo's that start off the album in Ode to my Family still give me chills. Every song on that album is good. There is something about Dolores O'Riordan's pretty, light-yet-angry Irish voice which is entirely magical, and unlike anything else I listen to. It transports me to another place, somewhere misty and romantic and Irish-y. When I hear that triumphantly-1990s swish of the first chords of Dreams in particular I always feel like I am inside of a My So-Called Life episode. Which means that I feel full of all the ridiculous, cheesy, dramatic, hopeful feelings of being a teenager, of being Not a Grown Up. And perhaps this is why it should always hold that daunting title that I captured in my fifth grade diary, my favorite song of all time.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Nutella.


Why are you SO GOOD?! HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE??!!!? Also, 50 hazelnuts per jar? Really? That's a lot of hazelnuts! YOU ARE SO GOOD.


ps. Once upon a time I lived in a castle in a tiny town in the Netherlands and ate Nutella on bread - with chocolate sprinkles on top!! - for breakfast every day. This is so ridiculous and seems so far away now that sometimes when I think about it I can't believe it actually happened.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Bends.

I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish
something would happen

I have faithfully bought almost every Radiohead album over the last decade or so, but the truth is I haven't connected to one fully since OK Computer and The Bends, but the reason I keep buying them is because I like OK Computer and The Bends so, so, so much. Of the two, I know OK Computer is considered to be the better album and perhaps their career triumph, but I loved The Bends first. I keep wanting to say it was the first album I really loved, but that's just not true. Then I want to say it was the first album I really loved when I was really angsty - I bought it and listened to it non-stop in high school - but that's not really true, either. Perhaps I could say it was the first album I really loved when I was beginning to become the person I am now, but that would assume I knew who the person I am now is. Maybe I could truthfully say that really loving this album influenced my musical life thereafter. Yeah, I'll settle on that.

Yet like so many albums which have changed my life and which I still love with my whole heart, I couldn't remember the last time I listened to it. This changed last week when I was driving home one day and listening to KNRK during the 90's at Noon and they featured some songs from it, and I remembered. I remembered, holy crap I love this album. This album is, like, amazing. And since then, the actual song The Bends has been playing over and over somewhere in the back of my head, but I finally got out the actual album and realized how amazing the whole thing really is. Songs I had momentarily forgotten: High & Dry and Fake Plastic Trees (these should always be considered together); (nice dream); Just; Black Star and, although my CD is way too scratched to play through it, Street Spirit (fade out). And, okay, just the whole album. Mr. Thom Yorke, I feel like I don't understand you in the slightest & like I could never be your friend, yet you reside somewhere in some unknown part of me where we know each other very well, and unless I lose who I am completely you always will. I don't understand how this works, but it's the way it is.

This entry, by the way, is dedicated to Lou.