"Hopeless emptiness, now you've said it. Plenty of people are ontothe emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness."
I finally got around to watching Revolutionary Road (also known as Titanic: The Sequel - c'mon, Winslet, DiCaprio, AND Bates?) last night and aside from being profoundly disturbed by it, I really enjoyed it - which, when you get right down to it, isn't all that shocking since I love the crap out of Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio. I have Britney Spears/Justin Timberlake feelings about the two of them. You know, like, just be together forever and all will be right in the (my) world. I wonder if dear old Mendes (Winslet's recent ex-hubatron and director of the film) saw it all unraveling before his eyes while shooting this? I realize he was the one to end the marriage, but can you really blame him when every one of her acceptance speeches involved teary-eyed, heartfelt gushes confessing her love for Leo, only to be followed by a: "And my dear, wonderful husband, who I love so much" (to be read in an English accent for full effect, please)? So while I usually feel some measure of sorrow when my fave celebs are dealt a bum hand in the marriage department, this one just opened the doors for all my wildest dreams to come true. Okay, Kate and Leo spam-time is over. But I thought the movie was brilliant, as were the two of them in it. And I especially love an ending that makes you stop and evaluate what you just saw and that allows you to draw your own conclusions about its message. Like 17 Again, which I also watched this weekend. He, too, almost cost himself everything he loved most in the world because he blamed his wife for the fact that he was never given the chance to become a college basketball star. Trials and tribulations, man, trials and tribulations.
Clearly, my weekend has been filled with meaningful excitement. I did go out Friday night (go ahead and gasp, I won't be offended) and basked in the sweet melodies of local karaoke wonders and mullets. It was just the three of us for most of the night because, as luck would have it, we picked a night where no one else decided to go out. But I still managed to do enough damage to cause myself a severe case of the vodka/tequilla morning sweats that forbade me from functioning in an upright position until 3:00 p.m. Booyah, grandma. I must say, though, I find the weight of Sundays to be quite debilitating. How are you to enjoy yourself when the shitpile that is Monday is merely hours away? Worst. Not to mention Boss Man and Boss Lady are in MEXICO until Friday, living the good life, while I'm stuck at the office with Boss Lady's Mother. She's a dear woman, but never stops talking. Usually just out loud to herself, but you never know for sure until you've already walked all the way to the office to find out that, yes, t'was a one woman conversation. Or perhaps it's an, "Oh, you've got an email here" so, all right, let me come see what it is. "Oh, it's just saying that the last email you sent was read." Oookay, GREAT. Thank you. Do keep me posted on those.
Overworked and underpaid makes le moi one whiny bitch.
Photos via Variety & Just Jared
Clearly, my weekend has been filled with meaningful excitement. I did go out Friday night (go ahead and gasp, I won't be offended) and basked in the sweet melodies of local karaoke wonders and mullets. It was just the three of us for most of the night because, as luck would have it, we picked a night where no one else decided to go out. But I still managed to do enough damage to cause myself a severe case of the vodka/tequilla morning sweats that forbade me from functioning in an upright position until 3:00 p.m. Booyah, grandma. I must say, though, I find the weight of Sundays to be quite debilitating. How are you to enjoy yourself when the shitpile that is Monday is merely hours away? Worst. Not to mention Boss Man and Boss Lady are in MEXICO until Friday, living the good life, while I'm stuck at the office with Boss Lady's Mother. She's a dear woman, but never stops talking. Usually just out loud to herself, but you never know for sure until you've already walked all the way to the office to find out that, yes, t'was a one woman conversation. Or perhaps it's an, "Oh, you've got an email here" so, all right, let me come see what it is. "Oh, it's just saying that the last email you sent was read." Oookay, GREAT. Thank you. Do keep me posted on those.
Overworked and underpaid makes le moi one whiny bitch.
Photos via Variety & Just Jared
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