That, for those who aren't Tarantino fans, is the tag line to my favorite Quentin film, Death Proof. Just a little fun fact. I totally realized that I forgot to tell the Black Swan story!
Andrew, Simon, Daniela, my mom, Tom, and I went to go see Black Swan. The only theater playing it was Camelview 5 in Scottsdale and every rich Jew in Scottsdale seemed to be at this theater, because we waited in line for almost an hour just to get into the theater. My stepfather Tom isn't what you'd call the most patient man in the world, so in line to get the tickets, he must have said, "Forget it, we're not going," at least seven times. The man tires us out sometimes.
We finally get the tickets, and now we're waiting in this sardine can of a line, packed in there as tight as possible. Now don't forget, it's Andrew, Simon, Dani, and I in this line. We start telling these nasty jokes and stories, and all the people in the line are staring at us, completely disgusted by what we're saying. We kind of notice this, so what do we do? We get louder, and dirtier.
Fast forward thirty minutes, we're sitting in our seats, waiting for the previews to start, and all Andrew can talk about is "going to town" on himself, while Simon eggs him on, and Dani just sits silently, waiting to leave I presume. As for myself, I'm laughing at their jokes, but I'm also a little more conscious of the people around me that are looking at us.
The movie started, and it was freaking all of us out the entire time, especially Andrew. He was like, jumping in his seat and kept saying "Dude!" and all that stuff. The movie was extremely haunting and scary. Black Swan is the year's scariest, most beautiful, and haunting film. A+. But the story really starts on the ride home. The entire ride home, my mom and Tom got into a massive fight over forgettable things like bills, greediness, idiocy, etc. I'm not going to describe the entire fight, but when we got home, Tom stormed inside, and my mom and I drove around Anthem in circles for almost 1/2 an hour. We talked about everything that happened, and I tried to give her a new perspective. When we got home, I pretty much sat them both down, and talked to them about it. In the end, we all agreed on the fact that fighting isn't the best answer. That's my story for today.
Last night, I watched the Joaquin Phoenix mockumentary I'm Still Here. This film, being recieved with negative reviews, I thought it wouldn't be good. But I watched it, and realized the genius and irony behind the whole thing. It really was an excellent film. I give it an A-.
Also, I want to take a little time to give a shout out to all the devoted fans, and people who have inspired me to keep writing this blog. Without you guys, I don't know what I'd do.
Simon Gutkin-You inspired and co-founded the blog. You're the reason I'm here.
Willow-You've read every single post I've written. You represent the fan base I've had the chance to accumulate. Thank you.
Mom and Dad-For always reading and never editing/censoring what I say. Without you guys, I'd never have been a writer at all.
Piera and Quetzalli-For being the best advertisers ever, and actually reading.
Aya and Dani-My awesome "business associates" (they're really just interns). Just kidding you guys, you help me more than you'll ever know.
Also, thank you to everyone who's even taken the time out to read this damn thing. Every page-view counts, and I love you all for it.
Thanks for reading :)
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