Feel in the mood for a little intrigue? Feel like stepping into a mystery novel? Get your gothic on and follow the board...
Sep 24, 2014
Okay. I like "Oscar Bait" movies. The lush cinematography. The sweeping musical scores. The poetic linguistics. The epic drawn-out bio-pics with all the sloppy tears and substance abuse slurred words. For a character study nerd who likes to read over-analyzed, Easter egg hunting posts about The Shining and Rosemary's Baby on IMDb as a pastime, I love getting immersed in the world building of movies that are all about catching the attention of the gilded gold man. I even hang onto the flimsy (but valid) dream that one day one of my (always in draft mode) novels will be turned into an Oscar bait-y film *fingers crossed*
I came across a list the other day that highlighted all the upcoming 'Oscar bait' flicks, and a few caught my attention. I was interested in the synopsis for the Tim Burton-directed, Big Eyes, and after viewing the trailer I'm sold on it and am excited that Burton is diverting away from the fanciful macabre he's known for, and doing some magic realism swirled real-life storytelling.
Big Eyes recounts the story of artist, Margaret Keane, who created the "big eyes" paintings that became popular in the 1950s and 1960s. Yet, nobody capitalized greater off of them than Margaret's own husband, who being the savvy businessman he was, monopolized on her talent and took credit for her paintings. The film stars Amy Adams as Margaret, and Christoph Waltz, as the conniving husband, Walter, and I'm already sold by cast alone (Krysten Ritter is even in it!). Plus this is a Tim Burton movie without the talents of Johnny Depp and Helena Botham-Carter for a fresh casting change --- unless Bonham-Carter is playing the paintings because she so could.
Sep 17, 2014
28 kinda crept up on me.
It was there, looming, waiting for the moment to pounce on me, but today it has decided to tap me lightly on the shoulder instead and say a whispered "boo!" --- yet I'm not so easily scared this time as I was when I turned 25 and felt the big ~*crisis*~ coming on. Okay, okay, that smirk is a little faulty as I’m a wee bit shaken as I carry a flashlight down that dark hall into the unknown depths of 28-dom. I'm in the twilight of my 20s. I’m edging closer to the big 3-0, and being nonchalant about it is a difficult task as I didn't plan on my life to be so well, beige, and so utterly stalled at this moment.
Sep 16, 2014
Trusting myself is something that doesn't come easy as I often waffle between confidence and cowardice. Some days I know what I want, and will say what I want. Other days I'm swallowing my opinions and clamming up or catching myself asking others what I should do.
This isn't the same as 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all'. This isn't the same feeling as asking for genuine help, because there is nothing wrong with asking for assistance or advice with tough decisions. It's just that some days I don't trust myself enough to know what's the best thing for me to do and or to say. The situation could be simple, but I'm always thinking (or over-thinking) that someone else may know better or may have said it better. That's stupid, right? Only I should know what I want for myself, how I want to engage with others, but that's because the trust I have for myself is sometimes wrapped up in the craggy foil coldness known as 'fear'.
Fear is something that I've discussed before in concerns towards my writing, my sharing of it, and how I'm trying to utilize fear as a motivator to get me to achieve my writing goals, rather than have the boogeyman, the fear, crowding me in a closet. I am determined to be Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween with my writing. I want to take the hanger and stab the boogeyman (aka the fear of writing) right in the eye.
But as for applying that image to the rest of my life --- that is easier said than done.