I’m beginning to realize that, if I want it to have any cultural relevance to any contemporary audience at all, I should probably get started writing my Velvet Goldmine-style movie about Britpop (to be directed by Sofia Coppola).
skin stretched tight over high cheekbones and thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path into the corners of your eyes
Do you think that the Occupy crowd really likes A Different Class?
Love is the meaning of life.
(I think I am a Twolves fan!)
It was very hard to concentrate on my business lunch yesterday because there was a television screen and I could see Nadal wearing his green shirt, which is a shade of green that all men and all women should wear, all the time, especially with those arms.
It wouldn’t be Fight with Knives without Rafa at Roland Garros.
“Only a real asshole wouldn’t like this song” — some 100000% correct person on YouTube
The F is for Friday or Five Foxy Fellows.
On today’s walk home from campus I was trying to figure out the percentage of my brain space devoted to thinking about dudes/boning as compared to the space used for thinking about other stuff. My thoughts during walks and bike rides are really, really deep and intellectual, obviously.
Anyway, then I got home and saw this and it’s now like 99% dudes/boning.
Fight with knives needs more color today.
Also I wish I had watched The American with a man. Just some advice to future watchers of The American.
Bonus Nic Cage.
No, he isn’t entirely punk by definition in Moonstruck, but his is the most attractive performance by any man in any movie, ever. Yes, Nic Cage in Moonstruck is more attractive than Cary Grant in any Cary Grant movie.
And when you think about it: Ronny Cammareri is pretty punk. He’s missing a hand, bakes bread, loves the opera, and convinces his brother’s fiancee to marry him instead. He lives in whatever area of whatever outer borough (sorry, my NYC geographic knowledge dissolves every year) is still punk today.
Are you one of those people who hates on Nic Cage? Well, sir, then I hate on you.
There is no single picture of Nicolas Cage from the period of 1981-1989 wherein his mouth is not hanging open. That feature of Nicolas Cage is so incredibly Punk Hunx of him. His mouth is never closed, always ready to say something totally rude… or sexy. He will totally fight for you, even though you are totally unworthy of his Hollywood punk hotness, Valley Girl. He was the prototype for Lloyd Dobler, except that he was confident and attractive and would thrash with you up front while watching your favorite band before making out with you in the corner. (Lloyd Dobler would never do any of that.)
Punk hunx of the 1980s do a lot of making out in corners. They also all have really nice arms, and they use those arms to fight for you, and hold you, baby.
Leave it to a lady from Florida to figure out the secret of Minnesota.
