I Coulda Been A Conten-dah…I Coulda Been Somebody…

I have a confession.  I accidentally discovered that I have a huge celebrity crush last weekend.  Marlon. Brando.  But you know, young Marlon Brando, not the hot mess that he became later in life.

So ridiculously cool, right?

I’m taking a Screenwriting course right now, and every week we have to watch a different film.  Each time I find out the movie we’re watching, I mentally groan, wondering why on earth we have to watch all of these “dumb-dumb movies” as I like to call them.  I guess I signed up for this course thinking we were going to be watching films like “Casablanca” or “Gone With the Wind,” but that hasn’t been the case.  We’ve been watching these sort of peculiar little films, sometimes foreign, black and white films, that I always think are going to be terrible, but then turn out to be unexpectedly awesome.

Anyway, last week we had to watch “On the Waterfront” with Marlon Brando, and again I thought I was going to hate it.  I thought, “Why can’t we watch ‘The Godfather’ or something that I’ve actually heard of with Marlon Brando?”  I was skeptical as I popped the movie into my DVD player, but I have to tell you, within the first three minutes I was awestruck by one of the most iconic actors ever…Mr. Marlon Brando.  I sat there stunned as I watched him completely embody his character.  All I could think was, “That kind of talent cannot be taught.”  He just had that “it” factor, that captivating, special something, that all great actors have.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, not because of his good looks (but obviously that, too) but because there is just something so enchanting about him as an actor.

Throughout my life I have heard people quote the famous line, “I could’ve been a contender.  I could’ve been somebody,”  but I never had any idea where this quote came from.  That is, until I suddenly heard it roll right off Brando’s tongue while I was watching “On the Waterfront.”  I couldn’t help myself, I had to watch it one more time, and then another time, and then another.  I must have watched it four or five times.  There was something so sincere about the way he said that line that makes it so identifiable, and might even leave you questioning your own life’s path.

Here’s the scene if you’ve never seen it.

 

After watching “On the Waterfront” I went on a bit of a Brando binge and watched “A Streetcar Named Desire” and swooned over him even more as Stanley.  If you’ve never seen “A Streetcar Named Desire,” trust me, you need it in your life.  Everyone needs to hear Brando scream, “Hey Stelllllllaaaaaaaa!!!” at least once, because well, it’s thrilling.  Trust me.

So tell me, who are your favorite iconic actors?

~The End

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11 Movies To Not Watch When You’re Sad…

So…

10 Movies To Not Watch When You’re Sad…

Why?

Well, because then it just might make me more sad…so take notes…

11.)  Stepmom

= Humongous downer. Terminally ill mother coming to terms with her imminent death = perfect combo to evoke tears.

Sure it's all fun and games while they're singing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough," but not for long...

10.)  Fried Green Tomatoes

=  An array of catastrophes to get the tears flowin’.  Buddy dies in a horrific way leaving his awkward sister to become even more awkward and misunderstood without him…Ruth also kicks the bucket…Buddy Jr. loses a limb…The End.

Party is about to be over in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

9.)  Titanic

= Need I say more than this–>  “I’ll never let go, Jack. I promise.”

P.S.  This said right before homegirl let Jack sink to the bottom of the freezing frickin’ water, so her fat a** could enjoy the roomy plank of wood alone.  Without Jack.  Forever.  Hope it was worth it, Rose.  Hope it was worth it.

Rose, I'm sorry for saying you had a fat a**, but why'd you have to let Jack go and die on us? Whyyyyyyy???

8.)  Marley and Me

=  Do not…I repeat DO NOT watch this movie if you’re an animal lover…

I made the mistake and watched this movie right after my dog died, and cried so hard that I broke 3 blood vessels.

Repeat after me...All dogs go to heaven...All dogs go to heaven...

7.)  Armageddon

The perfect formula to make you lose it…does this ring a bell?  Dad or fiancé…dad or fiancé?  C’mon really Armageddon, you went there?  Why yes, yes you did.

So, who's it gonna be...dad or fiance?

6.)  Boys Don’t Cry

=  Ummm…so I think we all knew that this movie was not going to end well right after it started, but it’s one of those films that makes you hope, right up until the end, that you’re going to be proven wrong…but unfortunately you’re not.

Please no! Please? Oh man...

5.)  Million Dollar Baby

=  Look at Hilary Swank hitting it out of the park with another doozy…

Note to self…If Hilary Swank is bruised and/or bloodied in a movie in the future, do not watch, because it will probably be an epic depressing experience. <–But actually, P.S. I Love You was also a huge downer and that movie included neither, so maybe it’s safer to say that if a film includes Hilary Swank then avoid at all costs.

Eeeeek.

4.)  Term of Endearment

=  Daughter dies…mom has a breakdown (that I still can’t get over apparently…because thinking about it right now is evoking tears), and we all learn a valuable lesson…Everyone shows love in their own way.  <–I just wish we could have learned that lesson without Debra Winger dying though…

Warning: You are being set up with jovial smiles only to be taken to the saddest part of your soul later on.

3.)  The Color Purple

=  I mean, do I really need to even get into this right now?

Sisters love each other, sisters get torn away from each other, only to be reunited in a gallant run across a huge field many years later filled with tears of joy, love, and triumph.

What we learned from The Color Purple? The bond of sisters can never be broken.

2.)  Steel Magnolias

=  I feel like every single person who reads my blog, wrote to me practically pleading to get this one on, so I had no other choice but to oblige and add it in.

And for good reason…

The scene where M’Lynn flips out in the cemetery after Shelby dies is so tragic, real, heartbreaking, and moving that you cannot help but feel exactly what she is going through.

Even with her ugly cry-face on, she still breaks your heart.

1.) Beaches

=  Duuuuuuude…really?  If this movie doesn’t make you bust a gut then I don’t know what will.

Best friends love each other…best friends vie for the love of the same man…best friends hate each other (but really still love each other)…Best friends both get divorced…Best friends reunite (and it feels so good), one friend gets a debilitating disease…Best friends go to beach house so one friend can die…

Then, one friend dies…

Bette sings it out…

We cry just a wee bit more…

And thus concludes pretty much the saddest movie ever.

Beaches = Not a good time.

~The End.

All photos courtesy of IMDB

Remember When…

Remember when…

Britney Spears wearing a sexy school girl outfit in her video Hit Me Baby (One More Time)  was scandalous?

Brit Brit was the talk of the town...

And now this is what we consider scandalous…

Taylor Momsen, who at 16, flashed a crowd at a performance and talked openly in interviews about sex and vibrators. Ummm, WHAT?!

Remember when…

Wearing jeans that practically showed your unmentionables (both front and back) was cool?  <–P.S.  What was that all about?  You couldn’t even sit down without your crack making an appearance, and from the front you had to make sure your you know what wasn’t showing.  Ummm…sounds AWKWARD and uncomfortable now.

From what I remember, the zipper would only be, like, 1 inch long.

Now we’ve graduated to wearing the “mom jeans” (sorry to all the mom’s out there, it’s just an expression) again…

Still not sure how I feel about these...

Remember when…

Brad Pitt seemed sweet and dated Gwenny?  They had matching haircuts/color and everything…

Awww, ain't that sweet?

And when he still seemed sweet and met and married Jen?

C'mon, can we get a collective "Awwwww..." up in this piece already?

And then when he turned into a huge a-hole when he met Angie (as he calls her…Barf) Jolie?

He even recently called his former marriage to Jen, and I quote, "boring and fake." Ummm...Eeew?

Remember when…

Cell phones used to basically be cordless telephones?

This Nokia was the very first phone I had...

And now we’re all high tech and sh*t…

And have the iPhone with all these crazy apps, and can also (GASP!!) go on the interweb?! Fancy pants.

Remember when…

Kennedy was a VJ on MTV?

Didn't she seem so cool at the time?

And Jesse…

OMGEEEE...

And who could forget Carson?

And remember when he was engaged to Tara Reid, and was said to have slept with Britney AND XTina? So outrageous...

Now we have Damien?  I’m so out of the loop I don’t even know who he is…(I totally had to google “MTV Vj’s 2011”)…

Who the h is this dude anyway?

Remember when…

My flip-flop got stuck on the rug in the bathroom when I went to sit down on the toilet, and I totally fell off and skinned by elbow yesterday?

Oh wait, I don’t have a picture of that…<–You’re prob relieved, right?!

And yeah, that really happened…

Remember when…

Everyone was obsessed with Tommy Girl?

So crispy, so fresh...

And Sunflowers?

Oh, nostalgia....

And who could forget CK One?

The original unisex scent...fab.

Now we have…

Gotta love the Burb...

So…

What are some of your “remember when’s?”

~The End…

All photos courtesy of MTV, IMDB, and Perfumania.

On Taking Criticism….

So, apparently I have a lot to learn.  For starters, taking criticism.  I have to admit, I have never been good at accepting a sharp critique.  Anyone with me on that?  I could be wrong, but I think you have to be a really strong person to be able to allow someone to give you an honest opinion about something you really care about, and to be able to sincerely accept it with an open mind.  Sure it’s easy to receive judgement on something you could care less about, but when you have truly put your heart and soul into something, and someone doesn’t like it?  Well, it hurts.  It kind of feels like someone is bursting your bubble, or like someone decided to bring around a cloud to rain on your parade.  Now I know how Barbra felt.

Almost like she's saying, "Please, for the love, don't rain on my parade!!!"

Today, I got some critiques back from my classmates in a Writing For Young Adults class at the college I attend online.  I was anticipating the feedback all last weekend, because I knew that early this week I was going to get the verdict from my classmates.  The class is set up to be a workshop environment where each week a new student submits a few chapters from the novel they’re writing, and your fellow classmates honestly critique it.  Now, I probably set myself up for disaster because as some of the feedback started rolling in early Monday, I felt like nothing could bring me down.  I had some positive feedback, where one classmate even compared my writing to Judy Blume (which totally made my life, because I basically love her, and read all of her books growing up.)  I was feeling really confident, and even started fantasizing about the Pulitzer Prize that I might win one day.  Okay, so that’s really awkward, but if I’m honest, I think I did actually wonder at one point what the requirement for a Pulitzer Prize was.  Hello, delusional!

Later this afternoon I cheerfully signed on to the forum for the class to check if anymore feedback had come through on my novel, and BINGO, one new message.  Hooray!  I was extremely excited to receive the rest of my feedback, that would confirm my Pulitzer Prize writing future.  However, much to my chagrin, it was not positive at all, it was downright, devastating.  It was from a classmate, and she criticized everything about my piece.  This b*tch went cray cray on my baby (my novel) and destroyed everything in its path, from my use of parenthesis, to the main character whom she called “dry.”  P.S.  That character was basically modeled after moi, so I was a little offended.

I spent the next hour on the phone with my mother going off about her. I used an array of tactics to cut her down the same way in which she had done to me, (e.g. saying things to the effect of, “Hasn’t she ever heard of a prologue before?!  It’s like she’s never read a freaking book before!  She must read effing Harry Potter!” <–Btdubs, no offense to anyone who like the Potter-inator…I was just angry when I said that, and JK Rowling is amaze.)  So anyway, I basically just went off about it, until even I got sick of hearing myself talk.

After my rant was over, I thought about what I was really upset about.  I was let down.  I had a moment earlier in the week when I had received such positive responses that I felt like nothing could touch me.  My ego was hurt because someone didn’t like my work, and because I had put my full effort into it, she told me her honest opinion, and maybe some of what she said had some truth to it.  I retaliated by cutting her down to make myself feel better, but it didn’t make me feel better, it just made me feel worse.

It made me think of a quote that I once heard that says, “Whatever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.”  The part about congratulating yourself too much, is apparently the part that I need to take note of in the future, and obviously something I need to work on.

Also, something to remember for the next time…

I don’t know if accepting criticism will ever get easier for me, but I do know, I am going to work on it.  Apparently I haven’t exactly taken my own advice.  To those of you who have read, “Stuff I’ve Realized Recently,” well, you all know what I’m talking about.  Perhaps in some ways I really have stopped caring less about what people think since I’ve gotten older…However…

Maybe there are some things, no matter how old you are, what you proclaim to the world in a blog as gospel, or how much you say you don’t care what people think, are always going to sting and trigger something in that little place inside you, until you learn the right way to just Let. It. Go….

The End~

WWDD (What Would Dolly Do?)…

Previously I have talked about Larry David being my fairy godfather, but one person whom I have only just touched upon in my blog, is also a detrimental and fictitious player in my crazy little world;  Dolly Parton.  I know, I know it’s hard to take her seriously sometimes with those big jugs, but Doll actually has some really profound things to say, and along with Lar, I like to think of Doll as my fairy godmother.  Whenever I’m in a bind I like to call upon the Doll-inator and ask WWDD<–Btdubs, no pun intended on the double D’s…Just sayin…

Didn't Doll use to be a total Betty? No offense Doll, you still totally are...

For some reason, I think Dolly is the bomb.  I think the coolest thing about her, is that she is true to who she is, and she is just real.  Okay, okay so obvi all of her is def not real, but when I say ‘real’ I’m not referring to her massive bajunga’s, I am talking about her heart, soul, character, and disposition.  Dolly has got spunk, and she doesn’t apologize for who she is.  She enjoys lots of make-up, gaudy clothes and jewelry, flaunting her attributes, and telling it like it is.  However, she is still an amazing musical artist, philanthropist, author, actress, and a wife of 45 years to the same man.  Nobody said that an inspirational woman had to fit into a certain mold, and I realize Doll is not your typical role model/fairy godmother, but she is mine, and I heart her always.

I have to admit, I am a little jeal that Miley Cyrus has got Doll for an actual fairy godmother.

Luckyyyyyyyy duck.

Here are some of my fave Dolly quotes:

“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”

“If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one.”

“We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.”

“My weaknesses have always been food and men – in that order.”

“You’ll never do a whole lot unless you’re brave enough to try.”

“It’s a good thing I was born a girl, otherwise I’d be a drag queen.”

“I never let a rhinestone go unturned”

And a classic Dolly quote:

“You’d be surprised how much it costs to look this cheap!”

And just a little somethin’ from Dolly the jokester:

“I wanted to be the first woman to burn her bra, but it would have taken the fire department four days to put it out.”

And I saved my favorite Dolly quote for last…

“The magic is inside you. There ain’t no crystal ball.”

…Spoken like a true fairy godmother…

~The End

Stuff I’ve Realized Recently…

The older I get the less I care about what anybody thinks.

You wanna say it too, don't you?

Bite me…Hmmm…what a concept.  I don’t know if anybody else has noticed themselves starting to let go of other people’s opinions more as they get older, or have noticed that you’re beginning to get your feelings hurt less by things people say, but I for one, definitely have.  I have to say, it’s very liberating to let stuff roll off your back, too.  I definitely think it’s a sign of getting older and mellowing out, because this is something that I’ve only experienced recently.  Even two or three years ago, I would’ve let the dumbest thing someone said ruin my day, or I would have gotten really upset about something that I had no control over.  Lately, I’ve learned that you gotta just roll with the punches, and if somebody has an opinion about something, let them have it. I doesn’t change anything, it’s just an opinion after all…

If you’re with me on this sentiment, why do you think we stop caring about this stuff as much when we get older?  Now, at this stage in my life, I just kind of feel like saying…(hint: read below.)

What a pushy broad, eh?

Has anybody ever had a friend like the pushy broad as demonstrated in the picture above?  I have, and I think we all have at one time or another.  I will say that I’ve had my share of friends throughout my life, and I am proud to say that most of them are still really good friends.  I’ve realized that the best of friends are the ones that understand you, listen, are happy for you when you are happy, build you back up when you are down, and the kind who don’t judge you…(<–Oh, and the ones who will honestly tell you if your butt looks fat in something.)  I was watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills last night (classy taste in television, right?), and I heard Kyle say something to Taylor like, “If people are in your life because you haven’t been speaking up to them, it’s time to clean house.”  Along with the “bite me,” this is also a very freeing notion.  I think this is actually a great point, and can be applied to any relational situation, friendships included.  I really don’t know how I went off on a tangent about friendship, but to sum it up, I think that sometimes, even with friends, you have to unfortunately “clean house,” and I think that’s okay.  It’s just a matter of growing up.  It doesn’t have to mean that you have any hostility toward that person, or that at some point you weren’t really great friends, it just means that sometimes people change.  It’s sad, but I think it’s a part of life…And getting older.

I guess this is just something that I’ve realized recently…<–Hence the name of this post.

And I guess sometimes you just have to say que sera sera…

And other times you might have to say…Bite me.

~The End