January 2011
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I had a strange experience last night. I randomly decided to rewatch Vertigo because a) my grandparents have mostly shite DVDs, and b) my current Godard (re-?) kick is so extreme that I even have an urge to watch all of his favourite films.
And…it ended up climbing up to my #2 of all-time spot. Of all-time. Funny how that works out.
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best whatever in a supporting role
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the chicken, the social network
ryan gosling’s bulge, blue valentine
james trollo’s prehensile toes, 127 hours
mark ruffalo’s ass, the kids are all right
the carpet saito has always hated, inception
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That’s so incredibly original. Where do you come up with those zingers? Do you...
– John Green’s Will Grayson Will Grayson.
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I wrote about Pierrot le fou for the entirety of my three art lessons today. Wow that went by fast.
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I was asleep and I heard my parents screaming in the other room.
– Hailee Steinfeld on her Oscar nomination.
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I had no idea they were announcing today. I swear! I was totally taken by...
– Mark Ruffalo
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Academy Award nominee The Illusionist.
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You know, there’s going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll… chips, dips, chains, whips… You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I’m not talking candlewax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear, acting like complete animals.
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The Social Network II: Garfield's Revenge
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Interviewer: We wanna be loved for our sense of humor, for our soul, for our sweetness, for our vulnerabilities, for our intelligence, yes?
Joan Rivers: I just wanna be loved.
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I’m glad I don’t like spinach, because if I did then I would eat it, and I can’t...
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you’re my evil, you’re my angel. you’re my heaven, you’re my hell. you’re my now, you’re my forever. you’re my freedom, you’re my jail. you’re my lies, you’re my truth. you’re my war, you’re my truce. you’re my questions, you’re my proof. you’re my stress and you’re my masseuse, mama-say mama-sa, ma-ma-coo-sah. lost in this plastic life. let’s break out of this fake-ass party, turn this into...
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