Archive for August, 2012



Better late than never, right?

Can I just say I was delightedly surprised at Anne Hathaway’s performance as Catwoman in TKDR. I read in an old issue of Entertainment Weekly that originally, she had agreed to meet with Chris Nolan with the intention of playing some other female character from the comics, because she felt like Michelle Pfeiffer did such an iconic job with Catwoman. That’s when I started to think about how daunting this role must have been for her, not least because she didn’t really have the reputation for it. It would’ve been a lot to take on for any actress, and I think she and the writers did wonderfully.

On to the film. It was good. The only other Batman movies I’ve ever watched are the two in this trilogy (fixing that ASAP!) so I can’t speak for how it compares, but I liked that Bane’s origin story was included, as opposed to us never finding out how The Joker got his scars in The Dark Knight. At the same time, I definitely prefer Heath Ledger’s Joker to Tom Hardy’s Bane. I know they’re not supposed to be similar villains, and this could just be my soft spot for Heath Ledger talking, but The Joker freaked me out more (which is a good thing). He’s completely psychotic and just wants to watch the world burn without any rhyme or reason. Bane, on the other hand, is calculating, has every T crossed and I dotted, and comes off as oddly rational (only, you know, not.) For some reason this logical approach was more reassuring to me, and consequently, I wasn’t gripping the edge of my seat in fear. Plus his voice bugged me. I didn’t understand half of what he was saying. I get that it was supposed to be that way, and I think the incredibly loud volume in my theater might have had something to do with it…either way, it kinda lost me.

Christian Bale was awesome, as always…I don’t think I’ve ever watched a movie of his that I didn’t like (although I haven’t seen very many). I liked that we got to see more of Bruce Wayne than Batman in this film. The part where he climbed out of the prison – I forget what it was called – was a really obvious metaphor, but I cheered along with a bunch of other people in the theater anyway. His on-screen chemistry with Anne Hathaway was pretty good, too. They worked well together and looked super doing it. I dunno what was going on with the fight scenes, though. They weren’t as good as the previous movies. But my god, that ending!!! It was perfect. Perfect.

Overall, I would for sure watch this again. In theaters, even. When it comes out on DVD/Blu-Ray, I’m for sure having a marathon party in my apartment!


As you may have heard, Apple now officially owns everything from the slightly rounded corners of your smartphone, to the pinch-to-shrink and tap-to-zoom functions, to the rounded corners of the app icons on your screen.

Oh look, another way to get money for doing absolutely nothing, while undercutting the competition by making them pay costs that will almost certainly get passed on to consumers. Google and Samsung have it right. This is about as much a legitimate victory for Apple as taking a poop in the toilet is for a 9-year-old. Regardless of which phone they prefer, the consumers are the real losers here, and I’m fucking irritated by Apple resorting to this rather than creating something new and exciting for their phones that customers would be only too happy to pay for.

Which they haven’t done in about 3 years, by the way. Don’t believe me? Take a look at all the generations of the iPhone in succession. Then compare it with the various Android phones that have been released over the same period of time. The differences are enormous in the latter and barely noticeable in the former unless you’ve bought into Apple’s overly aggressive marketing of even the slightest improvements.

Okay, okay…I haven’t bought an Apple product since high school (and even then, I bought it from a friend who was selling it at a discount, so I don’t actually remember the last time I bought something from Apple itself) so I’m hugely biased. I was never a huge fan, but I’ve always stopped short of actually writing them off as an option until now. So I’m just going to say it: you go ahead and do your level best to drive up prices and box in your competitors Thomas Edison-style, Apple. I’m still not buying your iWhatever.

Fred Weasley, you are sorely missed.


“‘When I get married,’ said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, ‘I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it’s all over.'” – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallowsp. 138.

Aaaaand cue the tears.


On this blog, that is.

Yeah, I’m going there.

Books, movies, characters, actors, and whatever else Potter-related pops into my head will find its way here sometime over the next month. I hope you’re excited, because I am freaking PSYCHED!

Also, happy belated birthday to Rupert Grint.


 

…and yet, sometimes they can’t end fast enough. I had one of those this summer. It was horrible.

As Labor Day weekend approaches and August comes to a close, it seems like everywhere I look, one of two things is happening. Either young, naive couples are tearfully hanging on to each other for the last few moments before their inevitable breakup, or managing to convince each other (and themselves) that somehow, some way, we can make this last. Well, I like to shake things up in my corner of the world. So this one goes out to all the ladies (and gentlemen) who have had a hookup, fling, or true-blue relationship so thoroughly awful this summer that it might almost have been preferable to not get any action at all.

First of all, relax. It’s okay. We all have those WTF-was-I-thinking people in our lives, and while some of them truly should get sucked into the center of the earth by a combination of gravity and used plungers, it’s better than passing up a chance and then wishfully pondering the road not taken. So don’t dwell on the fact that taking the chance was a mistake, either. Forgive yourself for whatever happened.

But remember to learn from it. Was this guy older than you by the better part of a decade and the type to flip out Bruce Banner-style if he found out that you didn’t intend to see him after the first date? Was she manipulative, clingier than cotton candy, and passive-aggressive to an almost comedic degree? Make a mental note of any and all red flags that came up, so that at least you can avoid getting trapped with the same ones next time.

Above all, though, don’t let any of it stop you from pursuing many more summer passions throughout the years to come with just as much joyful and reckless abandon. This one went to hell, but some of my most cherished memories were also born of summer romances, and becoming jaded about any of the season’s gifts to us is no way to live. Don’t be the one who looks back in September and regrets not taking out more time to enjoy the sunshine and sweet smells and Vitamin D. Never forget, you can’t be sure you’ll see any of this again next year. No one can.

Summer and love are two of the most wonderful things in life, and it can be really tough having to let go of both at the same time. Going out for a walk after dinner without your significant other is bittersweet and heart-wrenching enough on its own, and realizing that you can’t even wear shorts after sundown anymore without feeling a chill does exactly nothing to help.

But fall colors are starting to bloom, I have a new job to look forward to after Labor Day, and the holiday season isn’t too far off. Yay for Halloween and pumpkin pie and mistletoe and stuff. And hey, it’s much less ridiculous to start making plans for New Year’s from this side of August! Say goodbye to summer and whoever you spent it with, start cooking up a kickass Halloween, and don’t let the Mayans get you down come December.

 


Biebs, you’ve barely turned 18. Come on now, calm yourself down.

On a completely unrelated note, I hope people notice that I’ve categorized this under “humor”.


Found this on Tumblr a while ago. Could not resist.

      

      

Hahaha 😎


Haikus are lovely

Here’s one for you, professor

So give me an A.

Classes are starting this week and two of mine are online. Let’s see how this method of introduction works out.


I must have fallen asleep, because I don’t even remember seeing the epic showdown between Cross and the other genetically altered dude who was sent to kill him.

Oh, that never happened? My bad.

The car chase at the end was exciting and all, but it went on for so long that I started yawning. The action didn’t start early enough in the plot (for me, at least) to begin with, and there wasn’t really a proper peak. The dude just dies chasing them. Meh.

The scene in the research lab where the old guy loses his shit and kills everyone (except Rachel Weisz, of course) was really well done, though. I was chewing my fingernails during that part. It’s basically what weaves the main plot and subplot together and connects the characters, and that sort of thing can be tricky to get right, but writer/director Tony Gilroy did.

I also got super confused during all those earlier scenes having to do with bureaucratic garbage about Treadstone and Blackbriar and how Bourne screwed things up for Outcome. But that’s normal for the Bourne series so I just kinda zoned out. I’ll remember and understand everything once I watch all the movies again. Edward Norton has a couple of poignant and memorable lines, which made things more interesting for me.

Overall, everyone did an awesome job considering they had to deal with the formidable challenge of making a Bourne movie that doesn’t have Jason Bourne in it (no, not even a cameo, sadly). They didn’t even attempt to replace him – a wise choice, because he is not replaceable and Aaron Cross isn’t very much like him. The latter is more conversational and less guarded when he’s not facing an immediate threat. I feel like that takes him away from the strong-and-silent archetype a bit, which was nice to see. It adds just a touch of vulnerability, but he still turns into an unstoppable killing machine during the top-notch fight scenes just like he’s supposed to. I liked the movie a lot. There have been rumors about Matt Damon coming back and teaming up with Cross for The Bourne Betrayal which would be INCREDIBLE. For the moment, I’m just happy that this didn’t turn into a one-versus-other deal like Spider-Man.


Yes, this is what I was doing while I was supposed to be writing. I’m totally eating my last words from the previous post! If a shame face emoticon exists, it would go here. But I don’t regret it.

I went to Pier 39 and Union Square and did lots of cool stuff with a friend who’s here from SoCal. Then when I came back to my suburban, 80-odd percent Caucasian corner of Silicon Valley, I realized that the more often I go to SF, the more convinced I am that I need to live there.

It was amazingly warm and beautiful when we went (a rarity in itself) and it’s still prime tourist season so I’ll admit I didn’t get much of a glimpse of what the city is really like. Whenever I go with my family they always want to do canned, middle-aged-tourists-with-kids kind of stuff, so there’s a very real chance that I’m completely deluded and might end up being miserable in the city if I ever do move there.

But whenever I’ve been there alone, I’ve always felt a sense of contentment that I haven’t found anywhere else. I used to go by myself all the time when I was in high school and things got too much for me (I went to a very academically high-pressured and competitive school, so it happened at least a few times a year). I love that it has a city atmosphere, but an optimistic one. Opportunity in San Francisco isn’t overshadowed by competition, and that feeling of being able to do anything is still there. The architecture is whimsical and fun but still economical in most of the places I’ve been. And the sidewalks sparkle!!! I’ve never gotten over that. It’s such a beautiful, beautiful community teeming with cultural and creative richness. This is the place to go for everything from civil rights activism to a festival for whatever obscure genre of music floats your boat. One of my professors told me he used to work at a caviar bar in San Francisco, and I’d never even thought that such a thing would exist. There’s so many unique things there that you can’t find anywhere else.

But every place has its dark side, and because SF is such a major metropolitan city, the amount of unpleasantness that goes on is correspondingly larger. I’ve heard some horror stories that almost scared me off. It gets pretty gritty when sun sets and the tourists go back to their hotel rooms, and you can’t do much there unless you have a secure, well-paying job or rich parents. It’s cold and windy most of the time, and the cost of living in SF is ludicrously high. There’s traffic and crime and the idea of owning a car here is laughable. I’ve known many people who ventured out to the city convinced that they were in for a treat, and quite a few came back to the South Bay suburbs with their tails between their legs. The only ones who made it there were resourceful, resilient, and quick to learn the ropes and think on their feet. To put it simply, if you can’t make do without a GPS or cell phone navigation and are comfortable in a town where you’re part of the vast majority, SF won’t make a very nice home for you.

I’m not one of those people. I’ve lived in three different countries and moved around a lot all my life, and I want to be around other people with the same diversity of perspective. I would take a dose of reality over the synthetic safety of places like Los Gatos or Palo Alto any day, and when it comes with all the benefits San Francisco has to offer, well, it’s a done deal. I feel like I’m living in a bubble and miss out on a lot of stuff I care about because I live so far.

I think everyone should spend some time in San Francisco at least once in their lives. I haven’t been around enough to say that there’s no other city like it, but I’m sure that whoever you are, you’ll find something awesome to do there. I’ve resigned myself to sticking around San Jose until I graduate college in another year, but after that, I’m making a beeline straight for SF.

That’s what I spent most of the last week doing, and there’s not much else on my mind at the moment so this is going to be my post for now. It sucks coming back from the bright and busy heart of the Bay Area to the sleepy crook of its knee and it’s put me in a strange mood, so that’s why this post is so weird. (I have no excuse for the super lame title, though.)