Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: audience, big picture, Clouseau, humor, jokes, juvenile, Pink Panther, script, Steve Martin, twitter
Just wanted to cut in as my family’s watching “Pink Panther 2″. Personally, I loved the first one. The second one falls a bit short. But the thing I love about the Pink Panther movies that I’ve seen is that they make adults seem so juvenile. Even characters aside from Clouseau.
Also, I’m sure that when they were writing it Steve Martin and friends found their script to be very funny. But that sometimes doesn’t translate to the audience. I’m still wondering about this – with every movie. What didn’t translate? Whenever I write I worry about the big picture. Not whether each scene is excellent, but whether they form a cohesive whole. Before I put in a joke I imagine myself as the audience or reader and see if they would get it. Not just scripts, even mundane things like twitter. Sometimes I fail. But it’s always satisfying when I succeed.
Wow. Shortest post ever. Huzzah.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: aesthetics, Alfred Hitchcock, America, director, Ernest Lehman, fever, film, filmmaking, mule barge, North by Northwest, passion, road trip, story, wanderlust
To be honest, I haven’t been in the mood to blog for a while now, and my fever isn’t helping.
But today I saw a few old photos I had collected and felt a little bit of a spark return. How fortunate.
I’d love to live in that trailer for a year, just driving through America. More than that might drive me to insanity. I don’t have much else to say about this picture, except that it’s given me back that adventurous feeling I had the last half of the school year. The restlessness. Wanderlust, you could say.
Another dream of mine would be to travel on a mule barge. You know, one of these things.
I remember reading books about people traveling by mule-pulled barge. I didn’t like it at first, but it’s grown on me over the years. I don’t think I’ll be able to actually travel on one, though.
Yesterday I watched “North by Northwest”, and I wasn’t so much impressed by the movie as I was by the sheer complexity of the story. I read an interview with Ernest Lehman, the screenwriter, and it seemed that the story was just contrived with Alfred Hitchcock’s desire to film something on Mount Rushmore. It’s brilliant considering that’s where it started from, and how they managed to create something so complex from that. Aside from that, I loved the aesthetics of the shots. The colors were very rich, in their own old movie sort of way.
I’m feeling much better now and I hope I get better soon. We’ve already postponed the meeting to next Sunday. It’s difficult working with people who don’t prioritize the film as much as you do. This movie is my entire summer. For everyone else it’s something they’re helping me out with. They don’t need this movie, and they’re not entirely passionate about the story either. I came to them asking for help, so when I schedule things I have to remember to respect their schedules. It’s hard though, like when things suddenly come up in their schedules and I can’t force them into working on the film instead.
I also think that if you’re going to be a director, you should make movies you are passionate about. Otherwise all the hectic chaos and stress isn’t worth it. Of course, I haven’t actually made anything aside from school projects, so maybe I’ll soon learn that sometimes you’ve got to make a living, and thus you sacrifice passion.
Alrighty, I’m gonna leave you here. Have a nice night. Don’t get sick – it sucks. Also, you reek of sweat. I should probably shower now.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: acting, Charlie's Angels, chinese drama, creepy, dance, entertainer, Farrah Fawcett, fever, fickle, Johnny Depp, jokes, Letterman Show, mediocre, michael jackson, movie, national geographic, Public Enemies
I woke up this morning feeling a lot worse than I did yesterday. My throat was sore and my head hurt – which quickly turned into a fever. How inconvenient, considering our first stop-motion meeting will be this Sunday. I had forgotten how horrible you feel when you have a fever – sore all over, hot and cold, the feeling that you have to puke whenever you move.
I’ve taken my illness as an excuse to do nothing for two days in a row except flip through an old issue of National Geographic Traveler and watch Chinese television. Although, tonight Johnny Depp will be on the Letterman Show so I’m going to try to stay up for that.
Ah, escapist Chinese dramas. I’m watching one that’s kind of a Cinderella-esque story. It’s horrible, but I watch it anyway, waiting for the happy ending.
Having a fever is like a constant countdown for your symptoms to return. I’m waiting for the nasty to return so I can take another Tylenol.
I guess I’m somewhat obligated to say here that Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett passed away today. I don’t know what to think – I’ve never seen Farrah Fawcett’s movies, including “Charlie’s Angels”, but I have been seeing her long struggle against cancer. She lost the fight, but maybe she’s at peace now.
As for Michael Jackson, I’m surrounded by many of his fans – people at my church, a couple of friends at school. My own personal experiences of him were seeing news stories of his creepiness and numerous jokes. That’s what I grew up with, but I know that before my time he was a great entertainer, not to mention probably one of the best dancers ever. How many dance moves today were copied off of him?
For me, he’s always existed, and it’s unsettling for something so prominent in popular culture to disappear – like that. What’s weird is that even though we enjoyed making fun of him while he was alive, people suddenly mourned so hard at his death. We are such fickle beings.
Next week – “Public Enemies” comes out. From what I’ve heard, it might be one of those movies where the movie itself is only okay, but Johnny Depp’s individual performance is still excellent as always. I hope not, because I am genuinely intrigued by the story, but we’ll see. It always feels like a waste when a great story is told with a mediocre movie.
It’s almost time for that Cinderella-esque drama. Off I go.
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: Alfred Hitchcock, Arizona Dream, childish, college, dances, death, dream, dreams, fans, financial problems, friends, fun, James Dean, Jerry, Johnny Depp, limits, Miya, money, movies, old, premiere, Public Enemies, raven, reality, road trip, routine, sleep, teenage, theme parks, travel
Okay, enough with the “Alice in Wonderland” thing for right now.
Yesterday, in addition to getting a startling number of views, was the “Public Enemies” premiere. Which I had been planning to go to, but last minute Miya said she couldn’t go. There was no way my dad would let me go alone, so home I stayed. I experienced the premiere through twitter, how revolutionary and exciting. Eventually I ran around my backyard like someone who is mentally ill. My sisters found me and weren’t very comforting. Somehow this led to a game of “cops and robbers”. More like, people trying to be stealthy as they run around the house. It was fun though. Definitely took my mind off the premiere.
Why am I freaking out so much? I guess it’s left over residue from my extreme obsession, during which I also managed to miss every event, even if invited. But on top of that I don’t want to keep passing up these opportunities to see Johnny Depp (and even more than that Jerry, his cool bodyguard) until KABLAMMM they’re both gone and I’m one of those mothers who point at old movies and tell their children, “Oh look! It’s Johnny Depp! He was such a great actor!”
To which their children nod but don’t really believe. How sad.
Or, when Miya and I fulfill our lifelong dream regarding the road trip and a certain “Arizona Dream”. But that would be sad as well, befriending Johnny Depp at the end of his life to bury him in a field of corn in Arizona so he can say “This has been…my Arizona dream.” Oh well. I’m sure the opportunity will come. In any case, I really appreciate that Johnny returned to talk to both sides of the line – he really appreciates his fans.
Anyway, running around like a maniac last night was a lot of fun. That is what life should be, but of course it isn’t. Is it just a phase or am I really someone who wouldn’t be happy with a 9-5 job? Who is happy with a routine? Then again, sometimes I worry about ending up struggling for a living, because I’ve experienced – as we all are right now – financial hardship, and it is like a shackle around your foot. How am I supposed to take summer college programs when they all cost thousands of dollars? How can I experience life, when sadly, money really does make the world go round. I can take joy in small pleasures, but there are some things – like traveling and learning, that cost money.
Perhaps the worst time to not have money is when you’re a teenager. It’s the perfect time to go out and experience a bajillion things. I’ve got college looming ahead like a fatteh cliff. Everything is so optimistic and ideal, ideas pouring out of my brain. And yet I’m limited because my parents are low on money.
In addition to that, there are dances and movies and theme parks to go to with my friends, activities that don’t rank high on my priority list but they are my friends, and I do want to spend time with them.
Teenage years are the time of your life when dreams struggle against reality. Goodness, that was deep.
My sisters are pressuring me to play Clue. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye.
EDIT: Last night I had this Hitchcockian dream, which started out as a fatteh food fest. Anyway, James Dean was in it, and he was being a loner weirdo, but actually he turned out to be a creepy evil man. He called this girl and freaked her out with weird questions, and then she screamed. That scream was ungodly. Then he said something again, and she screamed again and again, but at the wrong times. That’s when I started to realize something was going wrong, and I kind of faded back to reality, when I realized it was some fatteh raven outside going “Caw caw caw caw!” Four times exactly each, and he went on like that for ten minutes. Apparently Shannon heard it in her sleep too, because she slammed her window shut. Twas weird.
Gah…have to go play Clue.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, pictures, Tim Burton, Tweedledee and Tweedledum
Whoa. I’m a little overwhelmed by the number of views yesterday. Cater to the masses we shall. At least for now, laced with our normal broadcast in between.
Yesterday I gave you guys the released pictures of the main characters. Today, being somewhat less lethargic, I’ll put up some more art. These pictures give a fuller look at Wonderland. Imagine being there yourself, with towering walls and topiaries.
Apparently this is a “sequel” to the famous story of Alice in Wonderland. 17-year-old Alice finds that she will soon be proposed to at a fancy Victorian gathering, so she runs off and ends up following the White Rabbit back to Wonderland, a place she doesn’t remember.
Look at how tiny Alice is. I’d be really creeped out to be there, but at the same time, it looks interesting. Like that bad computer game my dad has where you search on an island for…I don’t know what, but I just wander about aimlessly until I frustrated. Of course, I’d be a lot more enthusiastic about exploring Wonderland.
In the second picture is Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and in the last one you can see the White Rabbit looking kind of rabid.
More news as it comes. 
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alan Rickman, Alice in Wonderland, Ben Stiller, Christopher Lee, Crispin Glover, Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Little Britain, Mad Hatter, Matt Lucas, Mia Wasikowska, Michael Sheen, Noah Taylor, pictures, premiere, Public Enemies, Red Queen, Stephen Fry, Tim Burton, Timothy Spall, Tropic Thunder, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, White Queen
Everyone’s clamoring to find information on Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland”. Hence the sudden burst of views on my stats – a confidence booster, until I see that they’re all searches for the Mad Hatter. Fine! You want him? You got him.
Speaking of “him”, today’s the “Public Enemies” premiere. Sadly, my plans to go fell through when Miya told me that she might not be able to make it. I’m not about to brave crowds of eager fans and fangirls, Johnny Depp or not. Because I am a lethargic fatteh. I will still mope over the loss of possibly winning 1 of 10 free tickets and seeing Johnny Depp in person.
Because of all the views, I thought I might as well cater to the masses. So here is the rest of the art that I’ve found. First up is Alice, played by 19-year-old Mia Wasikowska. She’s apparently the only character not touched-up too much when transferred to the 3D animation. I’d imagine to make her normalness stand out.
Next is the Red Queen, played by Helena Bonham Carter. Her head was enlarged three times for this role. Huzzah? Very elaborate outfit though.
And of course, there’s the White Queen, played by Anne Hathaway. At first I was skeptical, but she’s growing on me. “Tropic Thunder” : Ben Stiller, as “Alice in Wonderland” : Anne Hathaway? Maybe.
Finally, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, both played by Matt Lucas of “Little Britain”. Here are two fattehs to add to the Fatteh Hall of Fame.
Right next to Momma.
If you’re being a cynical poop and thinking that you’ve seen all this before, so you have. Here’s something you may not have seen, but then again…maybe you have.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2009-06-21-alice-in-wonderland_N.htm
Click on the links in the article – they’ll take you to a somewhat interactive introduction to Wonderland.
Some other actors who have returned to work with Tim Burton are Alan Rickman as the Caterpillar, Timothy Spall as the Bloodhound, Christopher Lee as the Jabberwock, and Noah Taylor as the March Hare. Crispin Glover will play the Knave of Hearts, Stephen Fry the Cheshire Cat, and Michael Sheen the White Rabbit. Alan Rickman as the Caterpillar – it seems so perfect once it’s brought up. Anyway, I can’t wait for “Alice in Wonderland”, but first there’s “Public Enemies”, which opens July 1st. Except maybe not in my complacent city, where it may open July 3rd. Sadly.
I hate to just reiterate what others have said, but it’s really the only information that’s out there right now.
Find everything I was too lazy to write here: http://www.timburtoncollective.com/tbcnews.html
I’ll try to keep up with more news, since that seems to be what people are coming here for right now.
I keep having to refrain from saying things like, “Johnny Depp has worked with Tim Burton over six times now,” and “Helena Bonham Carter has two children with Tim Burton”, and “They share an adjoined house”. I think that movies are separate from all of that, and if they work well together, they should keep working together even if people think it’s nepotism, and favoritism and all those great medium-sized words.
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more “Alice” news as it comes.
Filed under: Happiness is a Warm Gun, Uncategorized | Tags: Annenburg Space for Photography, art, books, city, civilization, Desiderata, fun, greatness, happiness, Jack Sparrow, LA Film Festival, Max Ehrmann, monopoly, nature, office, people, photographs, poetry, pointless, quotes, Westwood
I missed my happiness post this week, and maybe last week too? I can’t remember, but no matter!
1. Reading poetry out loud. Maybe it’s the elitist in me, but I love that I know the “correct” way to read poetry – which is nothing really, just following the punctuation rather than line division. It really helps when you’re trying to figure out the meaning of the poem. Whatever, it’s really beautiful either way. Try it, with this poem that is tattooed on one of the Jack Sparrow’s back in Davy Jones’ Locker.
It’s long, so savor the happiness.
Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann in the 1920’s.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
2. People. Sometimes I’m holed up by myself, wallowing in misery, and the idea of being around other people is as attractive as eating a slug wrapped in the skin of a raccoon. The thing is, people always do something that makes me lift my head up again. I’d like to add something that I told Miya today, when she was feeling down. First she said “I feel like nothing I do will ever amount to anything.” I said, “I think that even if someone doesn’t do anything great they’ve been a part of so who is great’s life and thus they have contributed to greatness.” There are quotes about going out and doing things, quotes about keeping your head high and not caring about what others think, quotes about being yourself. But where are the quotes for when you feel like life is useless, a feeling that I know a lot of people get. That summarized eighth grade for me. Oh, wow. I had forgotten about eighth grade until this moment.
3. Books. I have more time to enjoy them now. Books hold so much. Everything they say is true, you could experience the world through a book – but it’s always better to live it for yourself. Still, they have the power to inspire you to go out and live what you see.
4. Photographs. I went to the Annenburg Space for Photography Saturday and I realized that in some ways photography is more beautiful than film. In other ways film is more beautiful than poetry – of course, and film may be more of my medium than photography is. The same goes with prose and poetry, photography and painting. But the silence of photography, and the stillness of it – it’s somewhat breathtaking. Portraits are my favorite – someone’s face, whether you know who they are or not, staring back at you for eternity. And you wonder what was happening in that moment, and what was going through their minds. What made them cry, or smile, or react in that way? Portraits make people vulnerable.
5. Days “out on the town” with your friends. Saturday was jam-packed with things to do, and it was just exciting to hang out with friends in the city. It’s not exciting in Cerritos, but Westwood during the LA Film Fest was a lot of fun. Even not during the Film Fest.
6. Shorts. I live in them now.
7. Nature. I never appreciated nature before, it was always something manmade that held my attention. But nature is so much more beautiful than anything we could create, perhaps with the exception of the office buildings where the Annenburg Space for Photography and my internship coordinator’s office is. That place was breathtaking – a grassy picnic area surrounded by three glass towers hundreds of feet tall. I’d love to work there, perhaps. Anyway, nature is just really complex and recently I’ve been imagining what our world looked like before we came and did whatever we did to it. Whenever I see a glimpse of nature surrounded by civilization, like that puddle (literally) of wetland I found at Huntington Beach yesterday, I clone it all over in my head and see what it used to be.
That’s all for this week. I’ve got to go play Monopoly with my sisters now.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bowling team, directors, Ernest, filmmaking, Future Filmmakers Showcase, game, greeting cards, inspiration, issues, Jack Kerouac, LA Film Festival, Mann's Theater, old ladies, On the Road, premiere, prose, Public Enemies, short films, stop-motion, summer, The Pink Ladies, travel shows, writing
Mine family went to the beach yesterday, and my sisters and I spent the time on the car playing a ridiculous game. It started out with me making strange noises but evolved into a very entertaining game. I prefer it as a one-man pastime, though.
How to play: Say “Abu”, repeating with the addition of a “bu” after each turn. See how long you can go without laughing. Basically it goes like this, “Abu. Abubu. Abububu. Abubuhahahahhahahahahhahaha.”
Shannon suggested rounds, where we go around with each person adding the next “bu”.
I think it’s been invented before. Who knows? It’s fun nonetheless.
Remember how we’ve been planning to stake out the “Public Enemies” premiere for months? Huzzah for failure? I did walk past it when I went to the High School Program 1 screening on Saturday of the LA Film Festival. Mann’s Theater is pretty nice.
Speaking of, the High School shorts were entertaining. They did group a bunch of activist documentaries toward the end, which was when my butt started to hurt.
Summer? It’s okay. I’m studying and working on Ernest greeting cards. The main thing is the stop-motion though. I’d really like to submit it to the LA Film Festival’s Future Filmmakers Showcase next year. It’s hard, though. I don’t know whether I’m oversimplifying the process or overcomplicating it. Still, all the issues real directors deal with – finances, schedule conflicts – it’s happening to me too, on a smaller scale. I can’t help thinking that if I can’t handle this maybe I’ll go crazy if I have to deal with it when millions of dollars are at stake.
Travel show hosts have a great life. They get to go on trips – paid for by their companies – and eat bugs in South Asian markets. I’d like a stint as a travel show host.
I’m working to stay in touch with my prose-writing self, so I’m writing something based off of that thing we talked about at lunch – The Pink Ladies. Old ladies are always wonderful characters, possibly my favorite. All I’m taking from it is the name and premise, though. I couldn’t remember our specific names so I made some up. The plot will be revealed in time.
I’m a little bit scared of finishing On the Road. So many people have shared how it was the book that changed their lives, that if I read it it just becomes a book that I’ve read. So far it hasn’t captivated me yet.
Whell then. I’m off to waste the day away in various activities that will add up to something in the end. Good god I need post inspiration. Any particular topics you want me to talk about?
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Hola, it is summer! Hola hola hola. Tomorrow I’m going to the LA Film Festival avec mine journalism internship. Excited? Actually, not that much, despite the fact that I asked for us to go. To be honest, I asked because “Public Enemies” is premiering there – but the $100 ticket price soon dampened my dreams.
I’d like to direct you all to Ernest and La Poo Poo’s blogs, where updates have been posted for you.
Every morning, I wake up and feel like something’s off. Something is off – I should be at school. It’s going to take me a bit of time to get used to this freedom. Usually I’m take no time in adjusting, and it’s at the middle of summer that I start missing school. Oh vell.
Next week I plan to go stake out the “Public Enemies” premiere with some friends. For now I’ll be content with finally doing some reading I never had time for during the school year. I went to Costco and bought three books, two of which are going to be returned tomorrow. The one remaining book is Public Enemies“, I’m almost ashamed to admit. Okay, Johnny Depp did inevitably factor into my reasoning, but I really am interested in reading about gangsters in the 30’s.
I should have known Sundays at Tiffany’s was going to be one big cheesy romance. The title indicates something that runs throughout the book – good writing exchanged for a quick and clever joke that is really just a cliche with a twist. Basically, every character says something clever every time they speak. The book, I’m sorry to say, reads like a mediocre fanfiction. At times I thought I was reading Twilight. The tenses kept switching back and forth. I could forgive the writer if the girl had actually died, but no. It turns out it was her mother, and so the girl’s mysterious vomiting is laid aside. Did I forget to mention there’s an epilogue? A bad sign. Harry Potter 7 had an epilogue, and that book may have been the worst out of the series. Well yes, in this book they have children too.
I’m willing to like a cheesy book if it’s somewhat well-written, even if it’s escapist and romantic. But this book was just a huge disappointment. The premise lures you in. Don’t be lured in.
Okay, book review’s over.
I’m doing my summer cleaning right now. Gah, it is a big fat hassle. I spent today cleaning to the tune of all my old CD’s. Embarassing Disney/nonDisney stuff, to say the least. Whatever, it’s a part of me I guess.
On the last day of school, we walked over to Towne Center and had lunch. Now I know what it feels like to be a hobo, because I only had three bucks on me so I had two things from the dollar menu at McDonald’s. Anyway, we saw a lot of old elementary school buddies, and not so buddies. I’ll just say that I’m grateful for being at my high school rather than the normal one. No matter how weird some of us get, we’re all guaranteed to be somewhat intelligent and sensible.
Then we walked to Sushi’s house and sat with her. Oh, wow. She’s in India right now. She was leaving midnight that day, but we just…walked into her house. And borrowed her wizard costume, huzzah! I hope Jonathan fits into it. Then Angela decided to go home because it was way too hot, so she left and we followed.
Oh yesh, Sushi’s keyboard makes the perfect noises for our soundtrack.
At Angela’s house, we ate her food, as usual. And played Taboo. I’ve decided – we will play at my birthday. Huzzah. Except that everyone kept using me as an example.
Amanda: Katherine is weird, right? So you would tell her to see a…
The answer is shrink, and yes, I got that one. Afterwards we went upstairs and Sunyoung had to go home. Amanda fell asleep for half an hour, Angela watched 90210 on her computer and played facebook games. I read H&M magazine. Did you know you can hire your own paparazzi for a day? Um…it’s the worst part of being a celebrity. But okay, if it floats your boat.
Finally Angela had to return her DVD’s to Ralph’s moviecube box, so off we went to borrow some more. Stupid box wouldn’t work. That’s the second time it hasn’t worked for me. We asked the cashier but she said, “We’re not associated with the box, but if you have any question you can call this number.” Beaurocratic much. I gave her much subtle attitude. Hahaha passive aggressive. No matter, we drove to Wal-Mart, with the much better Redbox, and rented “Tropic Thunder”. Of course we were sad that Redbox did not have “Pineapple Express”, which MovieCube did.
“Tropic Thunder”, as you may have heard, is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen. Ben Stiller, you have redeemed your entire career with one movie.
Thinking of holding a meeting next week with everyone involved in the stopmotion. “Thinking…of putting in French doors actually.” Oh Jack Sparrow, why is your voice so strange in that deleted scene/blooper?
That is all. Goodnight and goodluck, everyone.
