The Prodigal Daughter

I can’t believe McNabb injured himself and is done playing for the season (he was number two in passing this year too!). I didn’t watch the game today but I know The Eagles lost. So I pout for the rest of the year while the Giants remain number one in the NFC east and we’re pushed to third under Dallas. So I guess I’ll have to wait for next year.

Some of you may be curious about the new Will Ferral film, Stranger Than Fiction. What you should first do is throw the idea that it’s a Will Ferral film out the window. I know a lot of people have prejudged this film on the star alone and that some of you don’t like the bulk of Ferral’s work. I personally love him, but this is not typical Talladega Nights or Anchorman fare. Just get it out of your head that it will be like any other movie you’ve seen him in or for that matter any other movie you’ve seen this year.

Stranger Than Fiction may be likened to the films I Heart Huckabees or Eternal Sunshine. It may remind you of when any comedic actor takes serious roles that then prove to an audience that, yes, they can act. These things aside the film stands on it’s own as a unique vision of what would happen if fiction could dictate reality. It’s not as much as mind fuck as it sounds though. The film uses some familiar devices to push it’s premise along and it is very funny. The reason why it is so funny is that Ferral is able to play the perfect straight man who is completely normal in almost everyway. As the film goes on his character becomes more layered as someone that an audience can relate to in many ways. Emma Thompson’s eccentric cigarette saving writer character is what alot of us can picture hermit writers to be like but at the same time she is so much more than that

That is what makes this movie so wonderful. All of the characters are so well drawn. I felt as if I knew each one of them and could connect to them. So many films today have characters that fall flat because they do exactly what their stereotypes dictate and in that way become campy. We may enjoy watching them because of their predictability, but they certainly do not feel human. The people in this film feel very human and also very real. It is amazing how they have been brought to life by such a talented cast.

This film is definitely ranked as one of the best things that I have seen this year. I refused to waste my money on Borat or Jackass II. This is the comedy to see. Ferral is brilliant and you should probably go see for yourself why it is so good. It is better than anything I could write here about it.

Thanks for pointing this video out Angela…
Observations:
He says it’s starting to rain…so hop in his convertible
Nice Outfits Dave: the part with the stars and the blue leather button up *classy*, don’t hassel the hoff
He’s a really good dancer…the thumb hip move never gets old, though he may want to think about how he holds his mouth open
Get it?: Hoffey (apples and coffee), took me a second
Cuz the car talks baby…
Him playing air guitar = awesome
The production value of this video looks minimal and that = hilarity
When he winks at me I feel funny
Is that you Amanda Peete? Oh sorry your cousin…
Hasselhoff’s animated horns…and then the surprise ending, which I will not ruin for you
The Best Music Video Ever

Something I have been working on:

Process of Decay

In the apartment of synapses and waves
Is where the ghost resides, not quite
Haunting but lurking, not so active
As unemployed with not much else to do
There is nothing new for it to build upon
It sits on its single man futon or
Ragged chairs in front of a glowing screen
Scattered remains of paper and dirt cover
The unfinished hardwood floor like so many
Years of ripped up carpeting:
	
	But you're writing in a dead medium
	
Not dead, but idle just as the memory
Of spindly arms and legs collapsing in
On themselves intermingling with your own
Knocking knees together in a cacophony of
Sexual mutterings never knowing that soon
Pretense would reveal itself to you the unfathomable
Words came from terse lips drawn thin and
Cracked with dry desert cold not the heat
Of the summer; it was a drastic change in temperature:
	
	But you're speaking to a dead audience
	
For some reason no one hears the clamors
Of obscurity coming from the apartment
And compartments of that particular speech
Likened to explaining complex equations to
Students that were once given tools to
Solve them but they never kept them as a
Result they are left wondering what they could
Do to save themselves from failure while the
Ghost sits and revels in its power to linger:
	
	But you're believing love is dead
	
Or that it never really existed and was
An ideal conjured up from mediums that funnel
Themselves into the apartment like peace and
All of the other fundamental causes that seem
To wearily persist because someone is always spilling
Them from their misinformed cardboard signs
Paper flyers, electronic words, and newscasts
Replacing iconic yet archaic soapboxes like
The poet that can't write anything else:
	
	But you're not dead:
	
Just aging at more rapid speeds than
Perhaps you would like, picking up the tools
That never made it past the brink of
Adolescence, the tools you brought from that fault line
Were only ways to shape thoughts into words
From a blinking cursor on a screen
Not yet surfeited with the knowledge of the past
The ghost waits to materialize again, though
Only the dilatory keeper of time will be
Able to reveal to you what it has behind a burgundy
Curtained stage of unfinished wood floors and apartments

i don’t know how to feel anymore. everything in this town makes me think about him. i am completley useless it seems. i wish every day that he knows i want him in my life. and that he actually would be.