Watched the new Whit Stillman show on Amazon, the Cosmopolitans. I really like that Whit Stillman. (For me, I’d rank ‘em Barcelona, Damsels in Distress, Last Days of Disco, and then Metropolitan). It’s really set in his little universe, Chloe Sevigny and all. I wish he’d make more stuff— I know it’s all Rich White People Stuff— Stillman makes Lena Dunham seem like Iceberg Slim— but I just really enjoy all that stuff. Characters who think they’re incredibly smart saying incredibly dumb things as though they were brilliant, stories about characters trying to find their social footing in new social environments, characters who pretend to be high-minded who really just want to dance and screw— he does this stuff so well, and it’s all stuff that doesn’t really come up a lot with other folks, really. Plus, I’d just really love to see him and Wes Anderson mud-wrestle or in some kind of cage match, some kind of ECW type situation.
Emma Thompson’s Best Actress BAFTA for Sense & Sensibility
<3 da bes
Twitter is awesome. It’s given me a lot of fantastic things, put me in touch with people I would have never been able to interact with, and it regularly shows me pictures of kittens.
But here’s the thing I’m just recently coming to grips with: it’s kind of a misery vacuum. Two tiny things…
Happy 97th Birthday, Jack Kirby.
James Adomian as the Sheriff of Nottingham. (x)
Yes King Baby
FLOCKA OUT HERE BEATING THE PRESIDENT AND STEVE JOBS BYE
Cena really stepped up his game.
I JUST noticed the face he’s making on his ID after like twenty years of being totally in love with this movie
Life is so beautiful