Movies and TV


01.31.06 | 1 Comment

Back in the early 90s, I really enjoyed a movie called Heathers. I recently saw it come up at Netflix, added it to my queue, and finally got around to watching it over the weekend. With age comes perspective. Back then, when high school was a not-too-terribly-distant memory, a dark comedy about the trials of high school still resonated pretty strongly with me. While the movie doesn’t seem as clever or as cool as it did back then, it was still a fun ride and still kicked up echoes of those earlier feelings. Even today in our ever increasingly jaded world, it’s still works as a dark comedy, and it was fun seeing teenaged versions of people who are now adult stars. Okay, not that kind of adult star. Get your mind out of the gutter. Stars who are adults.

Having taken the trip down memory lane, I checked out the 30 minute documentary also on the DVD. A lot of times these are boring, slick, E!-style affairs devoid of any real life. This one was more interesting. Apparently they filmed it specifically for the DVD, 11 years after the movie was first released. That would place it around the year 2000. It was neat seeing the grown-up versions of these actors talk about their experiences during and after the movie. In watching the documentary, I internalized something I more-or-less knew all along.

I really like Winona Ryder. Notice I don’t say “love”, because that’s just juvenile. But I really dig her. I’ve always thought she was incredibly pretty in that girl-next-door sort of way. Her role in Edward Scissorhands probably clinched it for me, since I have a weak spot for redheads. From that generation of films, I have always really liked her. Maybe she’s a screaming liberal. Maybe she’s boring as a brick wall. I don’t know, and I’m not overly concerned. I’m not sure what the whole shoplifting thing was about, but I do know she handled the resulting media shitstorm with amazing poise and grace. The press was starving for dirt to dish. Every time she had to appear at court, the cameras were there ready to document the slightest misstep. Every time she appeared before the court, she acted with humility and class. The press wanted dirt, and Winona gave them nothing.

So here’s a game. (Call it a meme if you wish. I don’t tag people. If you feel like responding, you can post here in the comments or your own blog if you know I read it.) Let’s say you’re in an alternate universe. No, not the one with the squid. Another one. One almost exactly like this one, except perhaps you never met your significant other. You’re still a single guy or gal, and you just published a New York Times bestseller. The studios flew you to Hollywood to talk movie deal for three days, and as part of the wooing process they offer to host a one-on-one dinner each night with the celebrity of your choice. Who would you pick? It could be a star you’d want to have a shot at “hooking up” with, or it could just be someone you admire like Al Pacino or Steven Spielberg. (Or who knows, maybe you want to hook up with Pacino or Spielberg. Whatever floats your boat.)

I’ll give it a day or two for your responses and post my own list.

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Comment by Jerry
2006-02-01 10:44:16

I’ll take you up on this. I need to think about it first though.

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