"An extra playing a pageant judge looked so much like wrestler Jesse Ventura that director Donald Petrie jokingly referred to him by that name during filming. It is not, however, actually Jesse Ventura in the role."
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Miss Congeniality (via imdbtrivia)
Every once in a while I look at the list of tumblrz I’ve created and find one that I completely forgot existed (usually related to the twin towers or Mark McGrath?) because I was probably drunk when I thought it was a good idea. I’m pretty sure this one happened while high at someone’s apartment, reading up on Last Comic Standing winners, and annoyingly reciting trivia out loud to the room. Although I’m not exactly sure how that led me to Miss Congeniality.
(via synecdoche)
Hey, I had the idea to create an IMDb trivia Tumblr once, too! The post I was going to start with was from the X-Men: First Class trivia: “This is the second time that January Jones has been cast in 1962 opposite an actor with a pork based name.”
(via synecdoche)
Whenever Girls comes up, I try to make an assertion based on the one episode I’ve seen and the others I’ve read about, and I always end up doing so incoherently. Here’s what I’m trying to articulate.
Girls reminds me how terrible people can be to each other, and how terrible I can be to others. And that both interests me and makes me want to flee in the other direction. I felt the same way about Adrienne Eisen’s Making Scenes, last month’s pick by Emily Books. There’s an icy flatness to the way Eisen’s narrator describes her cheating and lying and self-destruction that made me almost physically uncomfortable. I was so uneasy while reading the book that I didn’t want to continue. Both Eisen and Girls writer/director Lena Dunham make the decision to lay out their characters’ selfish, petty, narcissistic decisions and motivations without turning it into a morality play, and I think that’s a worthy choice. The violent, unfaithful, and/or iconoclastic male anti-hero has become a staple of contemporary movies and TV shows: Tony Soprano, Don Draper, Walter White. But there’s something both fascinating and repulsive about exposing the manipulative and cruel acts young urban bourgeois people, specifically women, commit against one another. That’s valid, and I’m glad a show that does that exists. But I don’t enjoy consuming it.
The guy I’m seeing has said that he doesn’t like media that hews too close to his own experience—it just feels like a continuation of his daily life, it’s not enough of an escape. I was skeptical when he first said that, but I can see his point. I haven’t been seeing him for very long, and I don’t know if it will work out, because most things don’t. But I want it to work out. I want to believe that it can work out. I don’t want to watch a TV show about people my age hurting each other and be reminded of all the ways I’ve been hurt and have hurt people and all the ways I can still yet hurt and be hurt. Maybe shying away from Girls makes me willfully ignorant, but—just let me pretend for a little longer that people in relationships can be kind.