March
12, 1999. Friday
Poor Berry. Poor, poor, Berry. As you may know, On Wednesday night/Thursday morning, Berry's car was broken into. Th little turds broke her back right window and climbed through so as to not trip the alarm. Clever girl... Anyway, everyone is a suspect. Every person that I see i think is a thief. I like this paranoia. It makes things interesting. Keeps me sharp. On the edge. Where I gotta be. I think that line was in Rushmore, which stole it from the movie Heat. Actually, I think there were a few other lines from Heat. But the first one was used in the rendition they did of Serpico, which also starred Al Pacino. But I digress...
Anyway, Berry had to got get her window fixed last night. She did not return from this chore until 7 last night. So she and her sister Brooke decided to rent a movie, do some laundry, and go to the store. On the way out of the store, she slipped on a patch of ice on "the fucking handicap space" and fell pretty hard. When I saw her after she got back, she looked like she was about to cry as she told the story. I guess at first the pain was so intense that she actually did cry. Anyway, she couldn't belive what a shitty day she was having. On top of that, they bought some Flan while they were at the store. Due to the fall, a package of Flan exploded, covering the contents of the bag with the creamy egg-custer. Just another problem with the DC area- They won't let you take the shopping carts out to your car. Bastards. I guess her (boy?)friend Jason calling yesterday helped a bit. She directed him to her entry in my Frequently Used Nouns page, which they both found to be quite humorous.
I also talked to Jed
night. Always nice ta talk to Jed. I don't know how he does
it. There's no way in hell that I could live that far out in the
woods like he does. I like a nice day in the Virginia countryside as much
as the next person, but the stuff that's serene and isolated and beautiful
during the day is the same stuff that's so fucking creepy when the sun
goes down.
The movies that they
rented were There's Something About Mary and The
Opposite of Sex. Since Berry and I had already see the first
one, we watched The Opposite of Sex first. It starred
an all-grown-up Christina Ricci, who played Wednesday in those Addams Family
movies, as a white-trash sexpot who seduces a gay man who is involved with
her halfbrother who's living with the sister of his dead gay lover who
bought them the house. They rented it on the recommendation of Jen.
After that, they decided not to ever again see a movie based soley on Jen's
recommendation. Berry: "This movie blows." Brook: "This is NOT very
good." Berry recounted how she couldn't even sit through Jen's last
recommendation, City of Angels. Watching movies is one of
those times that I'm glad Berry is so much like a guy sometimes.
Sure, she loves Meryl Streep tear-jerkers and the like, but if a movie
is just plain bad in a saccharine kinda way, Berry will be the first to
call it. I usually like to reserve judgement until the end ofg the film,
but once berry decides she doesn't like something, she makes sure everyone
knows it. It's like the thought forms in her synapses, she recognizes
the thought, and continues it moving on out of her mouth, like it's a natural
process. Speaking of City of Angels, that's a movie that Rodzilla
and Jean Dillon wanted to see when we worked together last July, but one
that I couldn't and wouldn't take them to see. Rodzilla didn't really
understand why at the time. We were sitting at dinner and she was
making a big push toward achieving this goal, but i couldn't give in, especially
in front of so many eyes. First of all, I can't sit through much
Nicolas Cage, who many people think that since winning that Oscar, has
mistaken really bad acting for really good acting. Plus, at the time
Rodzilla and I weren't doing "stuff," although that was kinda on the way,
but I didn't wanna let everybody else in on the plans. Taking her
to see some Meg Ryan tearjerker seemed a sure way of doing that. So I decided
to show a little backbone. Coincidentally, I believe that was about
the last that that happened. I'm pretty much a spineless yes-man
now. Oh well. "yes, mistress," is ok with me.
But back to The Opposite
of Sex, it's hard to really say much about it after the comments of
the Weird Sisters. But I think I found it at least a little entertaining.
Too bad Christina Ricci was pregnant most of the movie, cos she was the
most attractive girl in the joint. The voice-over narrations was pretty
tolerable, except at the end. And there were some moments in the
movie that remined me of horrible theatre productions. Those scenes where
it's just to people talking under a really bright spotlight and everything
else is dark. I really hate the theatre sometimes. Those sappy
scenes where bad actresses regurgitate these horrible line. Drives
me batty, i tell you. Movies work so much better. You can hear and
see the people's expressions. But that's just my opinion. I
don't think that the movie was as bad as Berry thought. As much as
i appreciate her quick analysis of the badness of movies, this is still
the same girl who loathed Shakespeare in Love but wanted to see
Varsity
Blues twice. I haven't seen Shakespeare in Love,
but i suspect it contains no lines lamenting "sex and football..." as the
only things to do. "Ah dohn't wont... yer life!" Oh, Dawson...
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