Last night, I went to see Get Him To The Greek. Alone. At 10:00. The girl who was supposed to write the review this week (I write for a newspaper) couldn't, mere hours before the deadline. So Brittney heads to Peterborough on cheap night, to watch a movie and write a review. It was actually hilarious. Predictable, but hilarious. Mostly due to the sex machine that is Russell Brand. It is truly unfortunate that he's getting married to Katy Perry, I promise I have much better taste in music. Don't go see this with your parents, by the way, unless they like Led Zeppelin (and their lifestyle, times 10) and are all about the whole sex/drugs/rock and roll to the MAX thing. It'd still probably be awkward though, I mean Jonah Hill gets raped by a prostitute that... nevermind. But it's the clever, and apparently improv one liners and dry, perma fried delivery of Brand that I like. Jonah Hill plays Aaron Green, a young intern at Pinnacle Records, who scores his career making opportunity; fetch super rock star Aldous Snow from London, and deliver him safely to Los Angeles for his career resuscitating concert at the Greek Theatre. Snow is a raging drug/sex/rock and roll addict, who's a brilliant musician but gone off the deep end. Much debauchery and consumption ensues. I can't even begin to quote it, I want to go see it again, with a notebook to record all the hilarious conversations. Such as:
Snow: What did you think of African Child?
Green: I hated it. It was a mistake, worst thing to happen to Africa since the apartheid, etc etc.
Snow: I hate you. Who do you think you are? I respect you for telling me that, but that thin layer of respect is peppered with hate.
Oh just watch it. Oh, and the title of this post is in reference to my walking into the library, dreaming of Russell Brand, and my delight in finding him on the cover of the new Rolling Stone. I took it.
Also, on movie watching note; Kick Ass. Wuh-ierd, man. Like, I think it might be a dark comedy? But it's not that funny. If it were marginally less serious, it'd be comical, but despite the fact that McLovin is in superhero tights and a wicked wig... it's too intense to really laugh very much. And the cute little girl from 500 Days of Summer is a crazy, killing fiend! Plus, not a Nicholas Cage fan. And, it's really long. This guy decides to be a superhero... but he mistakenly gets credit for killing a whole bunch of bad people, and so then the bad people's boss tries to kill him... And all of this killing occurs with all involved wearing ridiculous costumes and using outrageously intense killing devices and techniques... it's just weird.
To counter; The Princess and the Frog
N'awww. I watched it with my music teacher. It's all in New Orleans, and the music is wicked. And it's frickin hilarious. Not in exactly the same was as Get Him To The Greek, but you know what I mean. I haven't watched Disney princess movies in so long...
Okay, enough movies. How 'bout some music. Band of Horses, I've been into them lately. And Bob Schneider, but mostly for this one line in 40 Dogs (Like Romeo and Juliet)
You're the colour of the coloured part of the Wizard of Oz movie
What with my colour fixation, and everything, and everyone having their own colour... Oh! I'm also reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. It's brilliant. I keep underlining stuff that I want to reread and think about more later, and I've nearly underlined something on every page. But, back to colour. There's a quote, that I can't quote right now, because my book is downstairs and I'm not, but it's something to the affect of, just do something until you recognize and can remember the colour of it. I can't find anything to prove this, but I'm pretty sure Wilde had synesthesia. I'll find this quote later.
Okay, I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed.
Band of Horses - Laredo
B
