evilhippo: hippo (41 [indescribable])
( Mar. 25th, 2009 06:51 pm)
So, I was going to make a long rambling post mostly retracting the negative things I had to say about The Hazards of Love (though it's still not quite as cool as the Tain, and it's completely useless when listened to out of order). But then I caught wind of this lovely trailer. I never realized how easy it is to win my heart by combining one of my favourite childhood books and the Arcade Fire. Hehehe.
evilhippo: hippo (97 [one of those days])
( Jan. 24th, 2009 03:46 pm)
I forgot how excruciating it is to write an essay. I think I just knocked my solitaire win percentage down by about 25%. And now I'm all frustrated because I'm hinging too much on this thing.

In other news, this article about ingrained grammar nonsense and the inaugural oath flub is the first thing in a while that's properly tickled the grammar geek in me. I wish I could point to that for every time I've had to explain to someone that I don't particularly care for the Chicago Manual of Style (though it still wouldn't help me get copy editor positions). Also, it's really cool that someone would even think to trace that to legal style manuals, rather than writing it off as nerves or a bad memory. I love complex, reasoned excuses for things (especially when they're full of pretentious, underhanded snark, like that article is).

Now I'm off to unilaterally amend me some constitutions. And by that I mean get away from my computer and go grocery shopping.

Actually, let's make today I Read the New York Times to You Day! WTF IS THIS?! You... you... “I never agreed with the idea of the fairly stuffy Edwardian-type gentleman,” Mr. Wigram said. “It wasn’t my idea of Sherlock Holmes.” THAT ISN'T HOW IT WORKS. Freaking crap. ... I know I'd still go see the movie, but... umm... Wryyyyyyyyyyyy? The sheer whatthecrap of any sort of "Batman Begins-esque" Sherlock Holmes is just... I mean, look, I can read about Sherlock Holmes and Cthulhu. I can read about Sherlock Holmes in which he is an amnesiac who ends up possessed by some kind of strange ancient malevolent ghost and is, in a way, basically a clone of my homunculus!Hughes. But Action Hero Sherlock Holmes? That... will require a very healthy suspension of disbelief. Especially when someone finds it necessary to imply that... oh gosh I can't even describe this properly. When someone finds it necessary to imply that they didn't have the technology to describe action scenes in books when Doyle was writing them. Seriously! (“So many of the ideas that Conan Doyle had took place offstage in his books,” Ms. Downey said. “We have the technology, the budget and the means to carry them out.”) I know I'm protective of my literary heroes (I also bristled when they mentioned Jude Law was reading a book about Hamlet), but this is seriously whatthecrap, right? I mean, I totally agree that pop culture has got Sherlock Holmes largely wrong (in fact, the best Sherlock Holmes is probably House. So obviously other writers have got the archetype down.), but that doesn't mean he has to be an action hero. Though it is Robert Downey Jr., so maybe I can pretend it's an Iron Man sequel.

All this and he doesn't do cocaine anymore, either.

What the crap.

It's going to take me days to get over this. I mean, my goodness guys, we are SO LUCKY that screenwriters have the WORDS these days... these MODERN, MODERN WORDS with which to PORTRAY ACTION SCENES. Dear goodness. I hope that book about Hamlet mentions how he would have also been an action hero, if only Shakespeare, in his infinite cunning, had had the technology to think up words for ACTION HEROING.
evilhippo: hippo (16 [cool])
( Oct. 2nd, 2008 09:18 pm)
Today around 3:45, I found myself having the following conversation:

Security: ... What do you have in your bag?
Me: Sorry, what?
Security: Is that a fork? Do you have a fork in your bag?
Me: Er, yes. Sorry.
Security: Do you have anything else in there?
Me: I, uh yeah, my cell phone, a Nintendo DS... a copy of Tristram Shandy...
Security: You're going to have to check that fork in.

And that is how I found myself in the basement of the Daley Center checking a fork in to an evidence locker while being laughed at by every security guard there.

Tied with this in surreality, I would also like to point out the risks of IMax cinema. You see, there's a certain scene in Batman, when Harvey Dent walks out of the court room and into a windowed hallway with a panoramic view of Gotham. It turns out, when I walked out of the elevators on the 28th floor of the Daley center, that's exactly where I was. And so I immediately expected to turn the corner and find Harvey Dent, because somehow my mind completely overwrote what I was seeing with the movie. Thank you, IMax, for matching proportions so well in that particular scene. And also, thank you Daley Center security, for protecting Harvey Dent (and possibly The Batman) from any fork-related crime I may have committed.
Things are same-old same-old here in Camp Hippo (Camp Evil?). Chicago continues to try to murder me, my job continues to suck out my soul, and I continue to not know what to do about it.

Also, a note for the future of the human race... if you're going to steal someone's wallet, at least RETURN THEIR FREAKING PLASTIC POKEMON. You have my freaking wallet, what the crap do you need my lovely little pokemon for now?! I've had him for ages, and he's made of 100% sentimental value because he got me through my photography course and comes everywhere with me in case I need a surprised looking prop. And you TOOK him, you jerkface, whoever you are, while you were apparently rooting through my bag! I'm sure he just got in the way and you threw him on the ground. Which is even worse. But you'll be happy to know that, yes, I am able to sleep at night now because I put a fraud warning in to the credit reporting agencies. So take THAT, you bum! None of my credit for you! Also bite me. And please return my student ID.

Apparently as a feature of my reporting my debit card stolen to my bank they removed charges I made before it was stolen. So my charge for groceries the night before got removed, and for some reason this makes me feel incredibly guilty. I mean, it's food. If I'm going to pay for anything put on my card, even if it wasn't me, it'd be food. Geez. Because I'm a bleeding-heart hippy, I'm probably going to call them tomorrow and tell them it's okay to give the grocery store their money. At least it wasn't a charge to one of the local stores, though. (P.S. Wallet thief? Those groceries are on your karma now. Even if I get the charge put back on my account.)

Aaaand in other news... I was out too late last night watching Mr. Vampire with a few friends (and getting marginally better at Halo? Maybe? I mean, at least I can fire and reload the gun now.) I highly recommend getting some silly friends together to watch it. I mean... unibrow priest, inept assistants, bizarre vampire lore, Cantonese, martial arts, and hopping vampires. I mean really, China wins for having a vampire myth that completely prevents the vampires from being at all menacing. It's not quality cinema by any means, and it was made in 1985, but it's still completely hilarious.
evilhippo: hippo (105 [random])
( Feb. 16th, 2008 09:57 pm)
Question of the day: What could possibly be filming in Humboldt Park?

Answer: Humboldt Park.

I'll admit that my original theory was that gypsies had moved in with a caravan of movie trailers. But it turns out that not only do we have the Grace half of Will and Grace two blocks from me, we also have the English voice actor for Nue from Karas (the dub of which I've never heard) and Doctor Octopus. And a lot of other people I've similarly not heard of/barely heard of. Despite this, I believe pictures of my filmmaking-gypsy neighbors will be forthcoming. Because a movie? In my park? It's more likely than you think.
evilhippo: hippo (30 [thinking])
( Dec. 24th, 2007 04:40 am)
So guys, er, I guess it's Christmas Eve now, officially. And, um... I haven't finished my cards yet. Because... um... I suck. Mostly because I haven't finished the story that goes with them. And also because I haven't finished the cards themselves. But they'll go out before New Year's! I would make that a promise but, um... I suck. So if there's a different address I need to send them to, let me know.

In other news I'm still underemployed and Chicago is cold and windy we went to see Sweeny Todd tonight. Which was fantabulously amusing. Just kind of... imagine an Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp duet. Put the Tim Burton aesthetic over it. And toss in a side of murder. That's this movie. I'm not entirely sure what what level I was enjoying it so much on (I spent a good deal of it smirking to myself), but it was somewhere between "Why does murder make musicals good?" and "That was such a Captain Jack Sparrow/Edward Scissorhands and/or Snape moment. Hehe." I know I wasn't watching it for the story (I already knew it) or the songs (musical-type music... meh). It may have been a movie I enjoyed almost entirely because of the cast. And the aesthetic. But still, I was so very entertained.

Also, Chicago is cold and windy, and I don't have a decent job.

There's probably a lot more I should be writing about now, but I have a headache tonight, so I think I'm going to work on getting to sleep. Someday I'll actually update people on things, though. I mean, I'm still alive. Minus all the complaining, that's pretty much where things are. Anyone want to get me a job for Christmas? I know it's a late request but... yeah.
evilhippo: hippo (105 [random])
( Dec. 19th, 2007 02:45 am)
Is it just me, or does the new Batman trailer make it look like almost the entire movie takes place on LaSalle street? (For those of you not in Chicago/not as familiar with Chicago which is... most everyone here. Visual Aid. Yes, I'm cheating because I know they filmed it there. But I didn't expect it to be that obvious.)

Not that it limits the potential for awesome. The Joker's makeup? Freaking creepy. Also, explosions.
evilhippo: hippo (62 [full])
( May. 6th, 2007 02:02 am)
Today I spent... 16 hours out and about. I'd say... oh... we'll make it an even 10 hours inside the Music Box theatre at the Sci-Fi Spectacular, where there were tin foil hats and celebrities (of a certain sort). I finally saw Metropolis (and the amount of it that is referenced in FMA, if the meta in the movie can be taken as actual and not pseudo-meta, is amusingly immense. Missing hands, seven sins, robots resurrecting the dead in robots metal bodies). Amazing movie for when it was made... but unfortunately I think the bit that will stick with me for a while is the dancing. Oh holy crap the dancing. And the leering. Ooh overacting.

Also, Forbidden Planet is amazing... for a certain definition of amazing that weighs heavily towards "really amazingly misinterpretable lines" and "wtf." Also, the phrase "Id Monster." Thanks, Freud. Thanks a lot for being in my sci-fi. Constantly.

I also saw about 2/3 of Serenity (we took our dinner break around that time), The Day the World Stood Still (which was good), and a lot of random shorts, like the first bit of the Flash Gordon serial which... omg. It was so, so bad. It had... iguanas as giant moon-beasts. And a guy driving a planet. And instant love!

I've also taken a lot of other pictures lately, but I haven't bothered to post because I've been out of commission on the consciousness front. But, you know... new pictures here and there. Yay! (Also, I may finally retrieve my sentience sometime tomorrow. About when I need to start doing homework again.)
evilhippo: hippo (104 [vipers])
( Mar. 12th, 2007 02:04 am)
I really don't have much to say right now, but I've been wanting to use this icon. Originally, I was going to ramble for a while about Battlestar Galactica (which is kind of madness right now, in my opinion Madness? This is Galactica!) but I'm scatterbrained and don't have anything terribly worthwhile to say, other than spoilers )

And that was even more scatterbrained and useless than I thought. But, erm, maybe I'll edit it in the morning when my brain's closer to working. There was something else I was going to write about...

Oh! I saw 300 at the IMAX at Navy Pier today. It was indeed pretty, and I honestly don't see all the subversiveness people think is in it, since it was pretty obviously made to look arty and cool and not... whatever the heck people think is going on. It's scary to think that other people have a harder time turning off the unnecessary analysis part of their brain. And, yes, 300 was great in terms of looking cool. Which is exactly what I expect from a film that has probably 15 lines total (not counting the narration). Many of which are some kind of wolf howl. And all of which are rather predictable. Which still doesn't take away from the fact that it's a fun movie to watch. No huge moral, no political subversion... just entertainment. At least as far as I could see, and I'll admit I wasn't looking hard for a hidden message, because clouds of arrows and walls of people are more interesting in their pure, non-allegorical form. (And if I were the sort to really like mostly-naked very buff men, it would've been a very, very awesome movie.)

And, as a general note, I'm still alive, so I'm going to do everything I can to not complain about Friday and Saturday being goshawful evil.
A semi-spoilery, kind of rambling (and also pretentious) review of PotC2 )

Things I can say out of the cut: Aside from a few problems I had with the writing (I'm never entirely happy with writing anymore, sigh), it was a fun movie. Sadly, I don't think I'd see it twice. But I don't get free movies anymore, so that might be part of it. It also makes me want to dress like a pirate more often. (More often would be any amount of dressing like a pirate. My wardrobe is already mainly ninja... ignoring the random bits of bright colour. It could do with a bit of pirate. Probably in the form of a hat. I could do with a pirate hat. Ooh, and pirate boots. That'd be awesome. I love those boots.)

P.S. On Trailers: For some reason, there was some level on which something about the Transformers trailer clicked with me, leaving me with a strong impression that it had something to do with Giant Robots long, long before it should have. Though somehow this manifested itself as a joking thought that it was a live-action Gundam movie. And for some reason, when it became apparent that it was in fact the Transformers movie, it just caused me to crack up. People were probably confused. But not quite as confused as they were when the Snakes on a Plane trailer came on and I went 'Oh YES! Snakes on a Plane!' long before it was apparent at all that it was SoaP. (I think I was the only one in the theatre with the proper background. Come on people. Don't you use the internet? I mentioned it to my mom in front of the usher, too, joking about missing the preview for it. No nod, no smile. Nothing. How can you work in a theatre and not know about Snakes on a Plane? Seriously.) And the trailer makes it look like a legit movie (unlike the internets trailer). I've already gotten more than ten dollars of entertainment out of just the idea of that movie, so I know I'm going to have to see it. It's only fair.
So, after finding out yesterday that French hates me much more than I thought, grade-wise, it was a very good thing that my roomie and I planned to go see Serenity. Since, you know, I finally finished watching Firefly and last weekened we didn't have enough time to go. We left earlyish and wandered around Wicker Park taking pictures of the stencil grafitti on the sidewalks, because my roomie's strange and interested in things like that. (There was one that looked like Rock Lee, it was weird). I also noticed that, hey, Ben Lee was playing last night, but we assumed that the show was probably 21+ anyway, and I didn't really have the money to see him after the movie anyway. (Though apparently it was fun, if I can trust [livejournal.com profile] solitaryjane, hehe.)

We stopped at Myopic Books, which is pretty much required if you're with either me or that particular roomie and in Wicker Park. (Such a lovely used book store). And this was by far the strangest part of the trip, because... the basement was open. (It hasn't been since before I started going there.) So I wandered down there... and dude, I remember this one dream I had where I was at this flea market and went down to the basement, which was full of books and this looked so much like it that it was sort of scary. It's also awesome that the basement was full of all the sci-fi, language, and mystery books, so I would've been down there anyway. It was just a bonus that it also freaked me out.

I'm really hungry for Cheerios right now. They seem like the best breakfast idea ever. Possibly because I slept for 11 hours and undoubtedly need breakfast right now. I should go to the dining hall and take care of some of my dining points before they all pile up at the end of the quarter. Then I'll go to the library and attempt to write things. If I can get to 5000 words today, I'll be proud of myself. I think I can pull it off, if I dig into some of my side stories (which is what I'm going to have to do, since my main plot doesn't want to be written.)

Oh, and Serenity spoilers )

Okay, I think that's out of my system (completely preventing me from coming up with coherent thoughts on the movie, too, darnit). I think I'm going to go hunt down brunch and then write.
Last night I got dragged out of the dorm by my roomie and her boyfriend to find dinner and see Corpse Bride. We got tickets for the 10:20 show, which was quite a bit later than we needed it to be, since we were eating dinner two stores down and it wasn't even 8:00. But, better safe than sorry. I'll skip on describing dinner. It was build-your-own stir-fry; sort of like Mongolian Barbeque, only not all-you-can-eat. Needless to say, by the time we finished we had a bit less than two hours to waste before the movie. So we wandered up to Virgin. Big mistake. The last place in the world I needed to go while I still had a cushy pre-book-purchase bank account balance. At least I escaped with only two CDs (Stars' Heart and the Weakerthans' Reconstruction Site. Both very good.), though I almost picked up Anansi Boys (I'd forgotten it was out already! I suck as a fangirl!) and volumes 1 and 2 of the FMA manga (they were on sale!). Come to think of it, I've probably also already missed Neil Gaiman's signing in Chicago, but I figure I already had him sign my copies of Neverwhere and American Gods, I don't need to pester his poor signing-hand again. Rumour has it my roomie and her friends are planning a trip of most evil movie-going proportions at the end of this month, in which we (as I immediately invited myself along when I heard about it) will watch both Mirrormask and Serenity. I'm more worried about making it to that than I am about harassing Neil himself again. Hooray for living in Chicago where we'll actually get to see Mirrormask early!

So, after bemoaning the fact that my current Amazon wishlist (made up entirlely of DVDs of TV shows I need to watch) is over $500 in addition to all the CDs and books and anime/manga I need to buy and wandering up to the Hershey's store to waste even more time, we went to see Corpse Bride. (I can't believe that functions as a sentence). It was good, especially considering the state movies have been in this year...

The chairs were very comfy and not like my theatre's at all. Oh, and here lie spoilers )

Oh, and this is an incredibly interesting write-up on the way geek-types (or fandom types, same thing only different) tend to speak. I'm not sure how scared I should be that so much of that is true about me. I hope my nerdy behaviour and speech patterns don't scare people. Hehe.

(Hmm... still not sure I like the colour scheme this way. But I was getting the distinct feeling that white-on-black was slowly killing my eyesight.)
So... I don't know how [livejournal.com profile] sketchyheart managed not to watch the movie until I made it over to her house at 8:30 tonight, but I'm forever grateful that I didn't have to go through that in the dark alone. Whoa. There were some great parts, and parts that made me squee and fangirl, and many, many parts that just made us both go "wtf." (Yes, "WTF" was spoken aloud. In letter form. Mostly by me). By the second part I think most of us were reduced to incoherence. In fact, I think after the one scene in the car with the monocle we were pretty much done for. (Best scene ever!) I'll pass a real judgement on the whole thing when there's an actual sub that I have edited because oh I want to like whoa now... hopefully no one else will feel like doing an entire movie and I can just jump in and go "OMG ME!!" I don't imagine anyone but Yey will do the sub yet though, considering the quality of the raw. I can wait now, though. There are mountains of spoilers and review posts I can go back to now. Yaaaay!

And I can't talk more about this without spoiling things, so here goes. )

So... there you have it. My disjointed thoughts on the movie. Whoa.


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