Anywho. To continue...
For the past three years that I've had this blog, I've been contemplating the outlet of my life she will consume. Yes, she. I give sexuality to all of my inanimate objects. Maybe it's a result of working at aerie. I have come to the conclusion that I don't care. It's a new ZEN path I'm working out. This is my outlet; whether I talk about my life, 80's teen drama issues I deal with at times, or sex,or general nerdiness, or movies and books it will in the end define who I am since I am all of those things.
So I suppose this is my official HELLO post. I never really had one where I set out for the reader what to expect and if they would want to read on and such. So if you've read any of this so far, congrats to sticking to something with no expectations whatsoever. You're a good man, Charlie Brown.
I will hopefully post more reviews on movies and books, as that is my passion. I wouldn't want to bore you with general tidbits about my life, except if the troubles are universal. I can't remember what I've previously wrote about my sad existence (I don't read back my posts...), so hopefully none of that scared you away.
And on the note of possibly scaring you away, this is the incredibly devastating realization I had when sitting in the cinema yesterday. First, some backstory.
My dad is obsessed with the Planet of the Apes movies. The originals: Heston Styles. And I being a mini version of my dad (just a girl) have always tried to get into them. When I saw the first, I was in love. I thought it was innovative and strange and brilliant! But then I dropped the ball. I never watched another film in the series. I wish I had because then I wouldn't have felt so stupid yesterday.
I saw the remake of Planet and hated it. It rubbed me the wrong way. And it's not just because of Marky Mark. There were other reasons, but that's for later. So when I heard they were remaking Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I was kind of bummed. I didn't want another mediocre movie coming out and me being forced to watch it and hating myself for spending money on something shitty (that is the linear movement that occurs whenever I watch a bad film and I seem to never escape it). Since I had never seen the full original series, I never knew what this movie was going to be about. All I knew was it was yet ANOTHER remake, starring James Franco (love as a Freak, but loosing interest lately) and that was it. But I heard good things from 75% of people, so I went. Plus I snuck in after seeing Fright Night, so a free crappy movie was just what I needed.
To understand the long winded punch line to this anecdote you also have to understand that sometimes things don't click for me right away. The way words are formed don't necessarily compute. So when I sat down and the lights dimmed and the title sequence came on, something in me clicked. The movie is call The RISE of the Planet of the Apes. RISE. This movie is a PREQUEL! They explain how the world was overtaken by apes. (Yeah, I know. This girl is STUPID) Then it got me thinking about the story and how much I loved the original idea of the thing, and thus I became nerdily excited. Then after I realized what I had just realized (I'm so meta...) I felt idiotic, thanked God that I didn't say anything out loud, and sat back to watch the film.
Needless to say I loved the movie. Andy Serkis is an ape God (first Kong - yes I know, not an ape - now Cesaer. I mean, come on!) But I'm not sure if I would have loved it as much if I had seen the original. Since that question has haunted me since yesterday, I think I will need to purchase all of the originals. Now my investigating for BluRays of Apes is on!
