After four strong margaritas and a delicious Mexican meal I decided to venture over to a local music store that specializes in records, tapes and CD's. I was feeling spontaneous and ready to make a few purchases that I probably couldn't afford, most likely the tequila's fault. The tequila was probably to blame for the rest of my night, but I love it too much to point a finger. Anywho, the frizzy, long haired man with outdated glasses working behind the counter asked if he could help me find anything while I was looking at the same three albums over and over again in the jazz section.
"Yeah, I can't seem to find any Anita O'Day," I said. His little eyes widened behind those brownish-clear frames and he let out what sounded like a gasp. Was I drooling? He continued to stare at me for a moment and then began to stumble on his words. I let out an "Oh!" out of nervousness.
"It's just some guy was just in here asking for the same thing," he said as I felt relieved that it wasn't my appearance that sent him into a state of shock.
"Oh really? That's kinda weird," I said while following him into a separate room dedicated to jazz vocalists. He pointed out the section that sadly only had two O'Day records to choose from. "Maybe we're soul mates," I said jokingly about the man who was looking for the same artist as myself.
"Yeah, it was some British guy, he literally asked for her no more than five minutes ago..."
"WHAT?!" I interrupted, "British?! Oh my god, where is he?" I said while frantically looking around the store for a man that I was sure to marry. This is when I realized the nerdy guy who was helping me was now looking at me like I was insane.
"He...must...of...just...left," He said slowly. Surely I frightened this guy, but he was trying to play it cool. "But if you hurry, you might be able to catch him."
I quickly thanked him, found my friend and we left. We never found a man with a British accent but I did proceed later that night to vomit after seeing a man on television with, what I hope to be, moles covering an entire half of his face. If only my British soul mate knew what he was missing out on...
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Figuring Out the Three Dimentions
After forming a quick opinion on the new 3-D nonsense in Hollywood I thought that I should I sit down and think about why I felt so strongly against 3-D movies becoming so mainstream and popular. I knew one thing for sure, I did not want 3-D movies to take over the film industry. I picture giant cartoon movie screens with skinny legs and arms stomping on the famous Hollywood sign while showing mediocre cinema, claiming to be three dimensional. How can you not fear and hate this three dimensional craze?! Oh and I'm sure there's some sort of condition that follows an excessive viewing of 3-D! Take a good long look at the special people in your life before your eyes begin to rot! Ok, Ok, maybe I got a little carried away, but you really can't help but wonder what the future holds for 3-D film.
Here's exactly what I want out of a 3-D movie:
1. Actual 3-D experience. I want to jump, duck and sway in my seat. Don't make me feel like I could have gotten the same satisfaction by looking at the hologram sticker on my book mark. I want to leave that theater with a dribble or two of pee in my skivvies.
2. Awesome assortment of glasses. Lenses must also be a choice. I don't want to have the same glasses as everyone else. It scares me a little. I want my glasses to suit my mood or the film. I even want the choice of black lenses or red and blue lenses, I feel like it would be an important choice. Generic styles should be offered at the theater, but different styles should be available for purchase if not at the theaters then at local stores. And of course I wouldn't mind themed glasses paired with the movie periodically.
3. Only certain movies should be allowed in 3-D. In other words, it better be a bomb-ass action flick, a slapstick comedy or some great B-movies. To make sure that the trend doesn't go overboard (like taking over Hollywood and other mischief) 3-D movies should only be shown at small cinemas and theatres...not the ones with stadium seating that's playing the new Bruce Willis film on five different screens.
And that's how I feel about 3-D movies. They should be made because they are fun and I want to have fun watching them...silly, yet interested. Is that really so much to ask for?
Here's exactly what I want out of a 3-D movie:
1. Actual 3-D experience. I want to jump, duck and sway in my seat. Don't make me feel like I could have gotten the same satisfaction by looking at the hologram sticker on my book mark. I want to leave that theater with a dribble or two of pee in my skivvies.
2. Awesome assortment of glasses. Lenses must also be a choice. I don't want to have the same glasses as everyone else. It scares me a little. I want my glasses to suit my mood or the film. I even want the choice of black lenses or red and blue lenses, I feel like it would be an important choice. Generic styles should be offered at the theater, but different styles should be available for purchase if not at the theaters then at local stores. And of course I wouldn't mind themed glasses paired with the movie periodically.
3. Only certain movies should be allowed in 3-D. In other words, it better be a bomb-ass action flick, a slapstick comedy or some great B-movies. To make sure that the trend doesn't go overboard (like taking over Hollywood and other mischief) 3-D movies should only be shown at small cinemas and theatres...not the ones with stadium seating that's playing the new Bruce Willis film on five different screens.
And that's how I feel about 3-D movies. They should be made because they are fun and I want to have fun watching them...silly, yet interested. Is that really so much to ask for?
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