hitchcock's marnie: a klepto woman in trouble. a rich man who blackmails her into marriage. a slightly incestuous sister-in-law. the color red. dead horses. blonde to brunette. shooting guns in riding gear. thrillers have never been made more stylish.
a year later, the king of pop is still fresh in my heart. you can find me watching the jackson 5 movie and plenty of groundbreaking videos all day. thank you.
as much as i stuck by my "he's still jimmy brooks" mantra, after listening to his critically-acclaimed debut thank me later, i've decided that mr. drizzy is one of our generation's most interesting rappers. a very huge statement after only a mixtape, an ep, and countless collabos, but with an album so bi-polarly melancholic and hedonistic, it is hard not to admire his budding genius. what drake does best is combine the alienating yet rhythmic moodiness of modern youth with his well-preserved struggles with fame in order to create a rap album laced in sexy, electro r&b elements, reminding one of bedroom follies and glossy weed sessions at the same time. my favorite track is "the resistance" which is a trance-like ode to anyone who wishes on a star and realizes that star may be too bright to withstand any sense of normalcy. i'm actually considering buying this album, that's how good it is. as the monkees said, "now ima believer."
for months i've been seeing sense and sensibility playing on the movie channels and i always said, "i'll watch it someday..." but never did. well since it was showing last night and i've lately been in this heavy jane austen mood (emma is currently my before-bed read), i decided to watch and i'm so glad i did. kate winslet & emma thompson are amazing as the totally-opposite yet totally-lovely dashwood sisters looking for love in their own ways. even hugh grant was not-so ickily charming as their horrid sister-in-law's younger brother. with a hilarious supporting cast, a gorgeous late 18th century british country setting, and the typically careful direction by meditative genius ang lee, this mid-90's gem taught me so much about life: what you can get away with, and what you can't.
the sexily gen-x stephen dorff, the surprisingly cute elle fanning, chateau marmont, pools, award shows, eating in hotel beds, millennial hollywood decadence. all from the brilliant mind of sofia coppola, whose kept me waiting for cinematic beauty since the 2008 miss dior cherie perfume commercials, her bubblegum ode to the french new wave.
