The Weekend / Devil May Cry / The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Soundtrack
I watched Catching Fire at the cinema last night and am ready to buy it on DVD and discuss Philip Seymour Hoffman’s fabulous performance and also date the entire cast (jokes aside, it was the best film of 2013) (I can say that seeing as I know I won’t get the chance to watch The Wolf of Wall Street) (that will then make them joint best movies of the year) (I love Martin Scorsese) (but I also love Josh Hutcherson and the scene with the pearl and the bit in the elevator) (someone get me a one way ticket into the Hunger Games fandom) (I ain’t ever leavin’)
Leonardo DiCaprio, Martin Scorsese, Jonah Hill and Terence Winter discuss The Wolf Of Wall Street in a roundtable interview with The Hollywood Reporter
Twenty six minutes of intellectual joy. A cinephile’s fix if there ever was one. Think of this as a Christmas gift from Scorsese himself. DiCaprio’s knowledge and consideration of film is a royal slap in the face to anyone who tries to pry into his private life and suggest that he is “just another player in Hollywood”. Jonah Hill is my favourite actor in the world and, even if he doesn’t get an Academy Award for this, he will surely get one in the near future. His skill (and beautiful, beautiful face) astounds me. Terence Winter’s Monopoly anecdote makes me question my love for the game and whether or not I will introduce it to my children (if I am ever to have any). And as a final note, Scorsese had such wonderful cufflinks on, don’t you think? Bliiiing.
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013" I do not understand how sexist people manage to keep their jobs and how advertising companies not only let their products but choose for them to become symbols of misogyny. Patriarchy only prevails if influential people and companies decide that they want it to. And, on a slightly different note, how dare anyone speak so badly to a woman? That offensive bullshit needs to stop. Equality must be reached or drastic actions will be put into place.
Here Comes My Baby / Cat Stevens / Rushmore Original Soundtrack
I have a lot of “favourite films” which vary drastically from The Departed to Forgetting Sarah Marshall to The Social Network. Perhaps an addition which makes the array all the more bizarre would be Rushmore, a film whose subtlety and quiet, poetic comedy make it even greater. I do not know why I am so fond of it: maybe it is because it reverses Hollywood’s fetish of young girls and instead has its young protagonist crush hard on a teacher from his school? Maybe it is because of the beauty of Wes Anderson’s now-signature directorial traits? Maybe it is all because of Jason Schwartzman? The reason for my fondness doesn’t even matter. It is all fantastic. And it has a bunch of jovial songs to go with it. Now go save Latin!
Angel Haze / Summertime Sadness / Cover of Lana Del Rey
Angel Haze is making me eat my words. I always thought that people covering Lana Del Rey’s songs was a sin, until I heard this. Personal request to AH: please cover all of Del Rey’s songs! You produce clarity in my mind during this time of such uncertainty. I am singing along and choking up as I scour Rookie online for girl-help. You hit those high notes like Celine. You are a prodigy and I love you.
Read Jesse Eisenberg’s humorous short story, written with thought-to-text technology: http://nyr.kr/16eJMWC
“It was a Thursday, but it felt like a Monday to John. And John loved Mondays. He thrived at work. He dismissed the old cliché of dreading Monday mornings and refused to engage in water-cooler complaints about ‘the grind’ and empty conversations that included the familiar parry ‘How was your weekend?’ ‘Too short!’. Yes, John liked his work and was unashamed.
I should probably get another latte. I’ve just been sitting here with this empty cup. But then I’ll start to get jittery. I’ll get a decaf. No, that’s stupid, it feels stupid to pay for a decaf. I can’t justify that.
John was always impatient on the weekends; he missed the formal structure of the business week. When he was younger he used to stay late after school on Fridays and come in early on Mondays, a pattern his mother referred to with equal parts admiration and disdain as “studying overtime.”
Jesus, I’ve written another loser.”