Friday, September 18, 2009
For those of you who aren't really into animated films, Ponyo is a animated movie by Hayao Miyazaki the man who pretty much is Studio Ghibli....think like Japan's own living version of Walt Disney....
Anyway, going into this movie I was told by one of my friends that it's "pretty much Miyazaki's take on The Little Mermaid." Alrighty then...doesn't sound too hard to understand, right? Mermaid meets Prince, they fall in love, yada yada yada.....
This plot involves some weird, mad scientist guy who lives under water in some magical bubbley type thing who HATES humans, and keeps his fish daughters in a bubble tank in his ship. Yes, his daughters pretty much resemble fish with faces. I'm not making this up, by the way....
One of his daughters wanders away, and makes it to the human populated world and thru a series of random events meets a little boy, who takes her in and names her "Ponyo." It's important to note at one point, Ponyo gets a taste of his blood....yep, she drinks his blood.
Not going there with this one....it was odd and made me a tiny bit nervous.....
Anyway, eventually Ponyo's dad comes looking for his daughter, and brings his rather creepy water minions along to help him find her. Ponyo, still a fish type creature manages to get washed back out to sea, and her dad takes her home. The little boy is very sad and depressed about this, but Ponyo is at this point, one fish in an entire ocean. not much he can do...
oh, but Ponyo isn't having any of this....
She wants to go back and find him and decides it's time to evolve. Once her dad leaves she breaks out again and goes and gets all hyped up on what is essence magical energy and goes to the surface. What she doesn't realize is that by doing this, basically becoming the Dark Phoenix herself in mermaid mode it's throwing off the balance of the ocean. Ships are being tossed around in huge waves, tidal waves like hundreds of feet high are seen, huge fish start appearing...sorta like a all around "end of the world" scenario by water instead of a zombie take over or a giant rock falling from the sky.
Ponyo doesn't really realize all of this and simply rides the waves to land to find her boy. His name is Sosuke by the way. There is this really cool sequence of her literally running over the waves. Really cool animation done right there. She ends up finding him and using magic she turns herself into a little girl. She ends up spending the night with Sosuke and his mom, enjoying being human. She likes human food and is very amused by a lot of the things on land. Then she goes to sleep.
Ponyo's dad shows up, and sees she's turned herself into a human. Worried, he asks Ponyo's mom for help. As it turns out, Ponyo's mom is a sea goddess and very powerful as well as very kind and loving. She asks Ponyo's dad why not let Ponyo be a human? she's happier that way. So they decide to test her and Sosuke and see if it's worth it....
Well...I won't explain the ending....it's worth watching it in theaters...
Now...let me give you some side notes on this movie....
for the first ten minutes I was pretty sure I had dropped acid and was now watching a fish tank. Not kidding. The animation is just...weird as all hell and very colorful. The plot half the time makes me want to scream at the parents in this film being so utterly brain dead. At one point Sosuke's mom leaves her son and some weird, clearly magical girl ALONE in the house while the world is coming to a end to go help some people at the senior center several miles away. THE KIDS ARE ONLY FIVE YEARS OLD!!!!!
I MEAN HOLY SHIT! SERIOUSLY?!?!
But beyond that, it was a enjoyable movie, very cute and entertaining.
I think if you want to watch it you just have to let your mind go as soon as you start watching. If any of you watched Spirited Away, another of Miyazaki's films you started off in a normal area, a car trip and moving day for a young girl and her family. This one you're dropped straight into Ponyo's world and it took me a few minutes to adjust.
overall, on a scale of one to ten, with one being a: "omg, why was this movie even made?!" to ten being a: "THIS HAD BETTER WIN A OSCAR!" this was about a eight.....
it was really cute, once you realized this was a film purely for children......and it was just going to be weird. You just had to accept the weirdness. I recommend it if you wanna watch something relaxing, somewhat funny and sweet.
it's about a hour and forty five minutes long too, so no real risk of getting a sore butt from it either. Have fun!
Friday, September 11, 2009
I was only in High School when this happened.
September 11th, 2001.
Doesn't seem like so long ago.
I can even recall exactly what I was wearing....
It was a navy blue shirt, my new pair of stone wash jeans, white and silver Nikes, and my hair was in a ponytail....I was getting ready for school.....
My mom got a call from my neighbor who said that something was happening in New York, and we needed to turn on the news....I flipped on channel 4 and saw the 2nd plane hit not three minutes later. I screamed for my mom, who was outside on the phone.
I don't know how I got to school that day, but all of our classes were cut short. Teachers dismissed us if we asked to leave and our parents were called to come get us. My friend Linny lived nearby and I went to her house after calling my mom to tell her I was safe and with all of my friends. We stayed in her house all day.
we cried and cried and cried.
I'd never felt so afraid and so unsure of what to do.
I prayed for all the people who we saw jump from the WTC before it collapsed. I prayed for all the families I knew would be crying that night. I prayed that the firemen and the police that day would find the strength they needed to keep going.
I'm not sure how I got home. I think my friend's mom took me home where my parents were waiting. We watched the news all night. The next day, I didn't go to school. I felt sick. I remember curling up on my bed and crying so hard.
The next day, I went to donate blood with four of my friends. I went to church and prayed.
but most of all, I remember watching the news, always listening to the radio and praying....and hoping that I would be able to find some outlet for the pain I felt. and it never really came....I wanted to, with all my heart to get in a plane and go to New York. I wanted to help so badly. I felt that the only way I could let the anger and pain out was to dig in that rubble left behind. To move the chunks of debris myself and clear the mess away. I remember around September 19th, 2001 asking my mom if she would send me to New York. She was scared. She didn't want her little girl to go. So I contented myself as best as I could with organizing blood drives and raising money to help the families who survived that day....
It was awful feeling so helpless....sitting on an entirely different coast line. Wishing, wishing with all my heart that I was closer. I wanted to hand those poor firemen a bottle of water with my own hands or tell the men and women working on the site just how much we cared. How much I cared....
Before I knew it the year anniversary arrived.
I know what I was wearing then. A simple red shirt and dark jeans. I watched the memorial service, and cried. I cried until I felt sick.
Each year after that day people seem to forget more. Or seem to forget just what happened. I read some comments on youtube showing footage of that day and people making snide comments. The most horrible one I've seen was someone simply writing the word "Splat" regarding some footage showing the people jumping from the WTC.
What makes people feel that this day is something to laugh about? Every single one of those people who died left a family behind. Someone loved each and every one of those people. They were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, friends, husbands, wives, children, grandchildren.....they were people. People who died for no reason, who were going about their every day lives and found themselves in a horrible situation.
I would never want to be faced with that choice. face a burning death or throw myself into the air and fall. I wonder, when I see this footage, if the firemen and the police that day see that day in their minds. If they see the people they couldn't save from that day behind their eyes or in their dreams....
I pray for the families of the ones who are left behind to deal with knowing there was no way they could have said goodbye....
and I pray for the City of New York itself, to heal. Because pain like that is something that becomes etched in the stones of the buildings and the gravel of the streets.
I pray we never forget that day. I know that many will argue over the outcome of it all....war, the president the polices we put into place in that time....but let us never, never forget the lives of the innocent people lost that day. of families who lost loved ones and of children whose parents never came home.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
so, I admit, this is a shameless Iron Man fan letter written in a Nyquil induced love fest with all that is comic book based, but oh well. I love this movie. Here's why.
I love comic books.
I love super heroes.
I love a good action/ comedy movie
and by all that is holy, I love Iron Man.
cause he's a bad ass.
Tony Stark is basically a playboy genius, multi billionaire with enough money to wipe his butt with hundred dollar bills and not give a rat's ass.
He also has the amazing Pepper Potts to watch his butt, so that's good too.
Stark is what I'm sure every single man in the world WANTS to be, but can't be.
He's rich, smart, charismatic, savvy, sexy, has a wicked sense of humor and somehow, manages to not take himself seriously. (I bet you could look up a want ad, for a woman seeking a man and find all of those things listed, in that order) And damnit, if he isn't good at just being awesome.
now, back to the movie.
This is one of those movie that makes you believe it's possible to believe that the superhero can actually live in this world. Like, it somehow manages to take the idea seriously. Let's look at the Fantastic Four movies. Yes, yes...I know, it hurts, but bear with me.
Who for one minute looked at those movies and felt they were in any way at all, real? Not me.
Iron man is different. You can kinda look at Stark and think: "well, hell. I bet if you got someone smart enough, you could have one of those suits in no time."
and speaking of suits...holy crap, isn't that the coolest damn suit you've ever seen in your life?
I WANT ONE!
no, seriously. I want a damn suit.
I've pondering trying to bribe my genius of a boyfriend into making me one.
of course then if he could make one, he'd probably keep it.....
Okay, I'm getting off topic. It's the medicine, sorry.
The acting and humor in this film are perfect. They don't overdue the explosions like you'd expect in a Michael Bay film. (Michael Bay is the 3rd largest exporter of explosions, Iran and Iraq being numbers 1 and 2 respectively.)
It's just wonderfully done. I can't explain perfectly in words what makes this movie great. And if you haven't watched it (WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING, A FUCKING CAVE? ATLANTIS? UWE BOLL'S TALENT SUPPLY BOX?- HA! fucking horrible director....) then go watch it now!
This movie kicks off pretty damn fast and in a rather unexpected way, and it doesn't slow down. I love movies that can keep a good pace going. I enjoyed watching the trails and errors of building the suit itself. And the fight scenes were wonderfully rendered.
There's nothing I can say about this movie that's a negative, expect the fact that it ends! damn! I wanted to keep it going for another few hours. i was ready for Iron Man 2 before I even left the theater for the first one. All I wanted was a small potty break and I was good to go for another five or six hours!
on a related note...why are the drink sizes at movie theaters getting bigger? no, really.
You look at the cup sizes at AMC lately?
Small = Milk Jug
Medium = about one and a half kiddie pools of liquid.
Large = full size Olympic Swimming pool, complete with your own lifeguard.
Extra Large = JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST, YOU CAN FIT A POD OF KILLER WHALES IN THIS CUP!
and the assholes have the audacity to suggest "Free Refills" for any large drink purchased.
I think my bladder was screaming and cursing me all at once when I had ingested enough cherry coke to drown a city block.
Now, this was a movie I saw with a few of my friends and boyfriend and I was a retard and ordered myself a Olympic Swimming Pool of Cherry Coke. I hauled it into the theater....and to prove how awesome this movie is...I tell you this....
I finished the drink half way into the movie and refused to leave until the credits were rolling.
My eyes had turned yellow from the sheer amount of pee being held into of me and I wouldn't not leave until I was sure the movie was over. Life, 100% positive.
Maybe this just says I'm stubborn....or stupid...not sure...
either way....as I sat at home, stuffing my nose with kleenex and taking cold medicine, I remembered how cool this movie was and decided to write a nice little review. It could be better....but I have snot dripping from my left nostril.
and with that image, I leave you.
go watch Iron Man.
Monday, September 7, 2009
alrighty, so.....it was SUPPOSED to be a nice 3 day weekend for me...I had such wonderful plans....relax, hang out with some friends, go to the movies, basically enjoy some R & R that I never get during my busy ass week...
My plans got ruined.
By some asshat evil cold germs....
I hate working for the public sometimes....
well, no that's not fair.
I hate when the public brings their disease ridden, coughing, vomiting, sneezing, snot nosed little kids into my Park and expose me to their filth and plague.
Leave the poor sick kids at home!
My entire vacation got ruined because some kid sneezed and coughed in my face two days ago.
Yup. Totally pissed off.
I've drank enough orange juice, eaten enough soup and green tea to effectively cure one city block of Japan of SARS.
so that's like...what? 14,093 people, right?
What? Too soon?
too bad. I'm annoyed.
I've spent an entire three days in bed, coughing, hacking and stuffing tissue tampon rolls up my nose to prevent the dripping nose...
OMG! THE DRIPPY GROSS NOSE!!!
It won't STOP!
WHY?!?! Why does it have to keep leaking snot everywhere?!
The only plus side?
I'm calling in sick tomorrow and I'm catching up on my movie watching........
Yay for Dark Knight and Ironman!
Nothing says movie night like superhero night!
Alrighty, I'm gonna go cough up a lung or my spleen...not sure which one yet.
Anyone got any good cold remedies? I'm all ears.
Friday, September 4, 2009
today marks a sad day in history for me...
today is the day my favorite pair of jeans has gone to join it's brethren in that big Denim Heaven in the Sky.
My dark washed, Boot Cut, low waist, size 4 jeans have finally worn out beyond repair.
Oh they were GREAT jeans. Soft, and kinda worn out looking from the constant wear. you know that pair of jeans you have that just fell so good putting them on? They fit like a glove and make you look damn hot in them? yeah. These were those jeans. My worn out, soft as silk, sexy jeans that I've had for nearly 3 years.....oh yeah, I loved these jeans.
But today, most sadly, they've worn out and received a rip too big to repair.
I shall miss you, my trusty jeans of making me feel super sexy.
I almost cried when I got off my bike after riding to the beach and snagged one of the pockets on a nail at the pier and ripped them.
Call me attached to my clothing but it really did make me sad.
I swear I'm going to have a Viking funeral for these jeans.
You think I'm joking?
I just finished a phone call with two of my best friends, they're buying firewood and lighter fluid and we're gonna burn them in honor of the 3 years of loyal service they've given me.
Anyone know any appropriate funeral songs to sing around the funeral pyre?