Movies That Everyone Watched And No One Writes About #1: Made of Honor
January 5th 2009 04:22
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Misa Han
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Recent Posts JunoJanuary 3rd 2009 08:11
Perhaps everyone got sick of the abortion debate that no longer mattered because Obama already won the US election by winning the primary. Perhaps everyone was hungry for a new story in the twenty-first cinematic landscape where an original script was as rare as an outed young Liberal on a university campus. From Bridget Jones Diary to The Jane Austen Book Club, Sweeny Todd to The Dark Knight, the past ten years of Hollywood has been remaking rather than making, ripping and flipping stories from sources ranging from novels to musicals. Or perhaps everyone got sick of being constantly paid by blockbuster movies, although in what no one is sure, such was the difference between the budget and the revenue. Whatever the reason, people loved Juno, a film with a budget of 6.5 million dollars. 
We all thought Cinderella sabotaged daughter-stepmother relationship beyond recovery - but Juno and Juno's stepmother have the most positive relationship since the Gilmore Girls, but then the Gilmore Girls was a scam made to feel everyone feel bad about their family relationship. The film had everything for everyone. For the teenagers or recent teenage graduates like myself Juno was a refreshing change from the two archetypes of Rorys (smart, Yale-bound and object of every parents' and grandparents' dream) and Reginas (pretty, popular and object of every boys' dream) in Hollywood movies that (apparently) deal with high school and young adulthood. For the parents, Allison Janney thawed the mistrust and miscomunication between parents and children. A decade ago parents were cold hearted, ignorant creatures whose inability to understand caused deaths and suicides (American Beauty, Dead Poets Society). In Juno parents are understanding, accepting and communicative; not only that they shield children against others' condemnation. For pro lifers the film provided a role model. Do not kill, look at Juno, she manages to be pregnant and cool at the same time, follow her footsteps. For pro choicers it emphasised the importance of individual choice. Different circumstances call for different measures. Not to mention the fact that the audience, fresh and giddy from watching Superbad, was glad to see Micheal Cera on screen again - this time as Juno's a bit clueless but nice (and I have to say very cute) boyfriend. 
Juno Soundtrack Cover The film also exploited well the average audience's obsession with the (mainstream) indie culture. The soundtrack did really well, and within a week Kimya Dawson every teenager was seen listening to Kimya Dawson. It also acted as a bridge between the older and younger generation - a relationship that left the audience wondering whether the film was saying that such friendship was dangerous and unworkable, or merely adventurous. Whatever the reason for the film's popularity, the film came across as a shot of vodka after ten years of detox: intoxicating and exhilarant. I was disappointed to find that there weren't more shots coming, or not enough to get me college-fresher pissed anyway.
Hold On, I'm On My Hamburger PhoneJanuary 3rd 2009 07:14
Remember the hamburger phone Juno uses to make phone calls to the abortion centre? You can get one at a gift shop for about 40 to 45 dollars. Although it's not the original (the original comes in a Juno box that is made to look like a hamburger box) it's still very exciting to talk on the hamburger phone.
Hamburger Phone 
Juno on the hamburger phone 
Juno merchandise - comes in a hamburger box 
I have my eyes on the French fries phone - I could give it to my husband when I get married...? Or alternatively, 
Coke phone, for threesomes. Just thought I'd show off. Bonus: other novelty phones, from top to bottom spongebob, Sex and the City and Malborough phones 
About A BoyJanuary 3rd 2009 06:20
Warning: Contains spoiler. If you haven't seen it, you've been living in a cave. Kindly watch it and come back.
TowelheadJanuary 1st 2009 07:57
From Stephanie Rice on the cover of the FHM to The Girls of the Playboy Mansion, porn of varying degrees assumed, along with marijuana, a quasi-legitimate place. Gone are the days when porn magazines remained safely hidden under the mattresses of testastrogen teenage boys. TV shows like Entourage mean that boys can enjoy the sight of topless girls on the livingroom TV in the presence of their parents, for aren't they just part of the story, and where would America be without the freedom of artistic expression?
Art School ConfidentialJanuary 1st 2009 04:02
Watching Art School Confidential was like attending your second child's graduation ceremony five years after your first child's. Your first child was the prom queen, the president of the students' council, won the Principal's Awards and delivered the valedictorian speech. No wonder your second child's Academic Award of Excellence in Home Science and Certificate of Excellence for All-Round Achievement didn't seem at all impressive to you (is there any better way to acknowledge four years of mediocrity
File Sharing: A VerdictJanuary 1st 2009 02:55
Everyone thought it would be the end of Hollywood. Unable to generate profit of any kind, Hollywood would degenerate into film noir, thanks to all the kids in China downloading movies because it is the only way they can watch movies other than the Carebear. (Home Alone preaches against respecting elders, Bratz is too sexually provocative and Monster Inc. celebrates capitalism)
I lived in the cave for the past twenty years and it wasn't until November that I discovered the joys of intercol file sharing, courtesy to a friend of mine. It was communism at work: everything was free, and every film was there, from classics such as Breakfast at TIffany to C-grade porn from the College Stash, disguised as 'Study Break
Sunday Roast Not PateDecember 31st 2008 13:55
I hate foreign filmgoers. Waiting in a queue at an arthouse cinema with the mandatory black-horn rimed glasses and a glass of red wine, foreign filmgoers smirk at my choice of movie (High School Musical 3 NB: Never refer to a Hollywood movie as a film) and cringe at my purchase of caramel corn at the candy bar (too American). Or so I think, anyway.
There is, however, one group that I have even more than foreign filmgoers and that is foreign film reviewers. Like scenesters who go to gigs only if none of their friends heard of the band, foreign film reviewers take pleasure out of the fact that they are probably the only five white people in the world who watched the obscure Japanese horror film (without the subtitles, of course) and the only person who weren't too busy collecting yugioh cards and making costumes for the anime convention to write a review. They further take pleasure in the fact that, unlike reviewers of "movies" (any film with a recognisable actor, special effects or a budget more than $10K), the readers of their reviews haven't watched the film and probably never will, and therefore have the kind of complete reviewers' freedom comparable only to the Readers Digest columnists
It's not TV. It's DVD.December 31st 2008 10:16
The release of Sex and the City: the Movie confirmed the worst fear of independent film makers and the long brewed wish of TV production companies. Gone are the days when films never sipped out of cinemas into dinnertime conversations and sitcoms out of dinner time conversations into cinemas; gone also are the days when families huddled around the television come eight o'clock to watch an episode of Father Knows Best. Now occupying the New Release section of video rental stores are the DVDs of My Super Sweet Sixteen and Flight of the Conchords, so that you can enjoy The Simpsons eleven at night in bed with your boyfriend and The Desperate Housewives at five o'clock with your primary school aged kids (the kids will never get the reference!)
Sex and the Middle EastDecember 29th 2008 11:02
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