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but ya are, blanche [Sep. 2nd, 2010|11:24 am]
i anticipate a certain show of disapprobation
Hi all, just popping in with something completely inconsequential, but I had to share.

The guys over at TLo's house of fashion fuckery posted this editorial from Italian Vogue and I fricking love it. I mean, a couture Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? That's unbelievably awesome, I'm surprised those little hobags didn't appreciate it more. The images are amazing.

Does it get any better than this?

No. It does not. And if you haven't seen the movie, get thee to a dvdery (or, you know, a teletubbie)! It's a little piece of psychoheaven. You do know that Bette Davis and Mommie Dearest Joan Crawford absolutely hated each other, right? Not just hated: loathed. They despised each other and their performances ooze with it.

I'm Team Bette. Joan has always squicked me, and that's even outside of the Mommie Dearest stuff, but I absolutely love Bette Davis, though I hear she was quite the bitch, too. Why are all these people bitches? Is there one genuinely nice moviestar? One? I'm talking ~star~ on the level of Joan and Bette, not some cute little brat from Glee, or, oh, let's say, Twinklight. (Brilliant film review courtesy of my lovely, lovely Lesket.)

If you have 'em, line 'em up.
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(no subject) [Apr. 5th, 2010|09:48 am]
i anticipate a certain show of disapprobation
[mood |curiouscurious]

You know King Midas, the dude whose touch turned things to gold? I must be Queen Merde, because everything I touch turns to shiiiit.

Luckily I didn't touch any cute little bunnies or chickies or duckies yesterday, but I did touch a chocolate Easter egg.... no wonder it tasted funky. Usually I listen to Jesus Christ Superstar on Easter, but this year I wasn't in the mood - a bunch of whiny apostles, a whore and a delusional masochist all lamenting about their lot in life - blah, no thank you.

Instead I read The Haunting of Hill House. Pretty darn good, though I think I prefer the 60s movie version, The Haunting. It makes me wince to say that as usually I'm all about the book over the movie, but in this case I have to swap that. Now, I did see the movie first, and as a matter of fact, I'm sort of obsessed with it. I don't know why, exactly. It's the only movie that ever succeeded in scaring the bejeezus out of me, and used to be I'd only see it around Halloween, when it turned up on TCM. But I was given a copy last Christmas, and ever since I've been watching it over and over and over and over. It's kind of a bummer that after so many viewings the scare is gone, but the characters become more and more fascinating and I love that house, which is apparently an inn somewhere in England. I'd really like to know what it is about that movie that keeps pulling me in. It's become sort of comforting, which is pretty creepy in itself. Maybe I'm turning into Eleanor, I don't know.

I've been experimenting with brandy. Funny thing, I don't like room temperature or warmed brandy, but when you throw in a couple of ice cubes the flavor becomes totally different. I kind of like it, but I'm still not completely convinced.

So I've never done one of those "tell me what you hate about me so I'll feel like shit" memes, but what the hell, I'm feeling like Jesus today - rather masochistic. So tell me something, ask me something, lecture me, taunt me - whatever, I'm open. I turned on the screening, I think, so you can either comment anonymously or identified and it will be our little ~secret~. Have at it.
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