Ginmar craziness

So, wow, okay, this ginmar person is a complete nutter and nothing more. The end.

(Warning: that link is nothing more than vulgarity, immaturity and stupidity. Click at your own risk.)

ETA: I'm still not getting why she claims to be a feminist, when she seems sort of pro-rape. She seems to think that sex and rape or near-rape are the only things that entitle women to opinions. The whole "I AM A FEMINIST!!" thing really took me by surprise, because before I read her profile, I had her pegged as an uber!Limbaugh who thought a woman was no good unless she'd had some sense screwed into her. Actually, I still think that. So the "OMGFEMINIST!!" thing really confuzzles me.

Ginmar craziness

So, wow, okay, this ginmar person is a complete nutter and nothing more. The end.

(Warning: that link is nothing more than vulgarity, immaturity and stupidity. Click at your own risk.)

ETA: I'm still not getting why she claims to be a feminist, when she seems sort of pro-rape. She seems to think that sex and rape or near-rape are the only things that entitle women to opinions. The whole "I AM A FEMINIST!!" thing really took me by surprise, because before I read her profile, I had her pegged as an uber!Limbaugh who thought a woman was no good unless she'd had some sense screwed into her. Actually, I still think that. So the "OMGFEMINIST!!" thing really confuzzles me.

Long-legged (?) guitar pickin' (wet, disheveled) man...

Lights are up, garland strung, beads hung, in short: halls decked. To reward myself for once again doing all of this nonsense, I went to watch Walk The Line this afternoon.

Okay, so with Johnny Cash I have always been like meh whatever, and I wouldn't have bothered to see the movie if not for Joaquin, because if you've seen one "The Rise and Fall and Rise (and Possibly Fall) of Such And Such a Musician" biopic, you've pretty much seen them all. There's a formula, right? Humble beginnings, parental naysaying (Robert Patrick often as the stern father,) some tragedy, and then as fame (and possibly romance) builds, it does so in a montage of short "real life" clips interspersed with shots of said musician on stage or on various stages performing one of the more popular or meaningful songs. Then there's always the room-destroying scene, the personal crisis, the relationship crisis, and there's usually a woman screaming at said musician to get his life together, and eventually an overdose of some kind. Then, either a change of ways, or destruction.

In this way, Walk The Line was pure formula, but it actually had a lot more heart than most "Rise and Fall and Rise (and Possibly Fall) of Such And Such a Musician" movies. And I think that the real hero of this particular story is June Carter. I had no idea that she was such a strong person, and seemingly such a nice person, too. (And, wow, Reese Witherspoon can not only act, but she can sing, also.) It wasn't until June Carter Cash died that I even knew who she was, and it surprised me how Johnny Cash seemed so devastated as to follow her four months later. I was like, come on, it's a celebrity marriage, how much could it have meant? But apparently he loved her like grass loves rain, and once I understood that, I sort of started to like this fellow more than I had before.

So, and the rest of the cast was fairly strong, too.

And that's that! Well, I have off tomorrow, and...


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.....Oh, right, like you really thought I was going to quit there and not have a word to say about Joaquin. Usually after I've seen a movie with Joaquin in it, that word is something along the lines of, "JOAQUIIIIIN!" Well, and who am I to disappoint?

JOAQUIIIIIN!!!! (With an added, SQUEEEE!)

Okay, Joaquin can't save every movie he's in; for instance, I hated The Village and I loathed Signs with the fire of a thousand suns (yet I still have them both on tape just so that I can look at Joaquin at any time.) Fortunately, this movie needed no saving, so having Joaquin in this role just added to the overall goodness. I'm rambling here, but what I'm saying is that he was completely awesome. I know I've said this before, but, sometimes he's hard to watch him do such harsh roles, because it's so personal, I feel like a voyeur. Sometimes it's uncomfortable. But his acting is so effortlessly moving, and I just can't imagine how he does that. As self-conscious as he sometimes seems in interviews, he is the exact opposite when he's acting. He doesn't hold anything back. He's not afraid of how he looks or sounds, he's just natural. That is why I love Joaquin and would pay nine dollars to watch him fold socks for two hours, because dude, he wold fold those socks with such feeling. When it comes down to it, really, it's not about his incredible green eyes (brown in this movie, though there aren't contact lenses dark enough to completely cover the green,) or his dark, curly, disheveled hair.

Okay, but let's take a moment to talk about this dark, curly, disheveled hair. It is my considered opinion that Joaquin Phoenix should always remain disheveled. In fact, he should never, ever be, uhh ... heveled. If I woke up tomorrow as the ruler of the world, my second decree would be that Joaquin Phoenix must never style his hair--he can wash it and even comb it (sometimes) if he likes--but it must always look disheveled and slightly long, too. (My first decree under my new rule would be that Joaquin Phoenix must be mine forever.)

I'd also like to point out that the scene in which Joaquin Phoenix stumbles through the rain in despair is worth the price admission and the DVD when it comes out. Indeed, it might even be worth the fine if I were caught downloading it before its official release. In fact, Joaquin should stumble through the rain in despair in every movie he does. Even his past movies should be edited so that they include a scene of him stumbling through the rain in despair. Even Brother Bear should have a few minutes of live-action, just Joaquin Phoenix, stumbling through the rain in despair and then falling down in the tenebrous forest, to be found the next morning by me wet and, of course, disheveled. Maybe one day someone will make a movie where he does nothing but stumble despairingly, get really wet, and fall down somewhere. Because in my estimation, that would be genius.

Joaquin Phoenix, people. He is even beautiful wearing a garbage bag.

So, yeah, go see Walk The Line, it was pretty cool.


(Icon by minrho, from about three years ago, believe it or not.)

Long-legged (?) guitar pickin' (wet, disheveled) man...

Lights are up, garland strung, beads hung, in short: halls decked. To reward myself for once again doing all of this nonsense, I went to watch Walk The Line this afternoon.

Okay, so with Johnny Cash I have always been like meh whatever, and I wouldn't have bothered to see the movie if not for Joaquin, because if you've seen one "The Rise and Fall and Rise (and Possibly Fall) of Such And Such a Musician" biopic, you've pretty much seen them all. There's a formula, right? Humble beginnings, parental naysaying (Robert Patrick often as the stern father,) some tragedy, and then as fame (and possibly romance) builds, it does so in a montage of short "real life" clips interspersed with shots of said musician on stage or on various stages performing one of the more popular or meaningful songs. Then there's always the room-destroying scene, the personal crisis, the relationship crisis, and there's usually a woman screaming at said musician to get his life together, and eventually an overdose of some kind. Then, either a change of ways, or destruction.

In this way, Walk The Line was pure formula, but it actually had a lot more heart than most "Rise and Fall and Rise (and Possibly Fall) of Such And Such a Musician" movies. And I think that the real hero of this particular story is June Carter. I had no idea that she was such a strong person, and seemingly such a nice person, too. (And, wow, Reese Witherspoon can not only act, but she can sing, also.) It wasn't until June Carter Cash died that I even knew who she was, and it surprised me how Johnny Cash seemed so devastated as to follow her four months later. I was like, come on, it's a celebrity marriage, how much could it have meant? But apparently he loved her like grass loves rain, and once I understood that, I sort of started to like this fellow more than I had before.

So, and the rest of the cast was fairly strong, too.

And that's that! Well, I have off tomorrow, and...


...


...........

.....Oh, right, like you really thought I was going to quit there and not have a word to say about Joaquin. Usually after I've seen a movie with Joaquin in it, that word is something along the lines of, "JOAQUIIIIIN!" Well, and who am I to disappoint?

JOAQUIIIIIN!!!! (With an added, SQUEEEE!)

Okay, Joaquin can't save every movie he's in; for instance, I hated The Village and I loathed Signs with the fire of a thousand suns (yet I still have them both on tape just so that I can look at Joaquin at any time.) Fortunately, this movie needed no saving, so having Joaquin in this role just added to the overall goodness. I'm rambling here, but what I'm saying is that he was completely awesome. I know I've said this before, but, sometimes he's hard to watch him do such harsh roles, because it's so personal, I feel like a voyeur. Sometimes it's uncomfortable. But his acting is so effortlessly moving, and I just can't imagine how he does that. As self-conscious as he sometimes seems in interviews, he is the exact opposite when he's acting. He doesn't hold anything back. He's not afraid of how he looks or sounds, he's just natural. That is why I love Joaquin and would pay nine dollars to watch him fold socks for two hours, because dude, he wold fold those socks with such feeling. When it comes down to it, really, it's not about his incredible green eyes (brown in this movie, though there aren't contact lenses dark enough to completely cover the green,) or his dark, curly, disheveled hair.

Okay, but let's take a moment to talk about this dark, curly, disheveled hair. It is my considered opinion that Joaquin Phoenix should always remain disheveled. In fact, he should never, ever be, uhh ... heveled. If I woke up tomorrow as the ruler of the world, my second decree would be that Joaquin Phoenix must never style his hair--he can wash it and even comb it (sometimes) if he likes--but it must always look disheveled and slightly long, too. (My first decree under my new rule would be that Joaquin Phoenix must be mine forever.)

I'd also like to point out that the scene in which Joaquin Phoenix stumbles through the rain in despair is worth the price admission and the DVD when it comes out. Indeed, it might even be worth the fine if I were caught downloading it before its official release. In fact, Joaquin should stumble through the rain in despair in every movie he does. Even his past movies should be edited so that they include a scene of him stumbling through the rain in despair. Even Brother Bear should have a few minutes of live-action, just Joaquin Phoenix, stumbling through the rain in despair and then falling down in the tenebrous forest, to be found the next morning by me wet and, of course, disheveled. Maybe one day someone will make a movie where he does nothing but stumble despairingly, get really wet, and fall down somewhere. Because in my estimation, that would be genius.

Joaquin Phoenix, people. He is even beautiful wearing a garbage bag.

So, yeah, go see Walk The Line, it was pretty cool.


(Icon by minrho, from about three years ago, believe it or not.)