AA asked youtubers to do word plays on movie titles involving food, so here are some that I came up with. Idk whether anyone would get a kick out of them, but this certainly had me entertained for a little while.
It was very good. I could relate to it a lot. My hair has orange in it. Now I’m going to take car service home. I know no one cares, but this blog is really just for me writing down every stupid thing I do and think. Not everything is stupid, but about 90% of it is useless to anyone but me.
It was brilliant and I’ve got a lot to say about it. I’ve seen all of Darren Aronofsky’s movies, except for the Wrestler, and I’m a huge fan. The soundtrack was done by Clint Mansel and the twist he puts on Tchaikovsky’s music worked so well with the scenes. It was beautifully shot and the acting was superb. There is a lot of violence, mutilation and hot sex (unfortunately, no nudity) , so that made it all the more great. I haven’t read any reviews of it, so these are all my own thoughts, but first the story.
All Nina cares about is dancing perfectly and harbors no ill intent. The tension instantaneously rises as Nina is waiting for her private audition with dance instructor Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cansell). She encounters Beth Macintyre (Winona Ryder), the former swan who is hateful and destructive and represents the Black Swan. Nina is scared of Beth, but looks to her as an inspiration. Nina embodies the White Swan who is virtuous and delicate, but is lacking the fierceness required to play both. The White Swan dies for the lost love stolen by the evil Black Swan. Nina needs to unleash her inner beast to portray the Black Swan, who is cunning and evil. Thomas expects nothing but perfection, but encourages her to let herself go sexually. She is too tense and uptight to form any meaningful relationships, so when Lily (Mila Kunis) tries to befriend her, paranoia causes Nina to imagine sadistic and sexual thoughts of Lily. Her frigidness causes her to lose control and soon nothing in her life is perfect and reality turns into fantasy.
Sheltered by her obsessive mother, Nina finds little escape and the White Swan’s only freedom will be in death. The Black Swan begins to take hold over Nina’s mind and inflicts harm on herself. Nina feels guilt for Beth’s madness and decides to return some things she had left behind in her dressing room. Nina tells Beth that she wanted to be perfect like her. Beth says that she is nothing and stabs herself with a metal nail file repetively. Nina’s nerves cause her to mess up the White Swans first dance. The curtains close and Nina knows that she is at the breaking point. In her dressing room she sees a hallucination of Lily and imagines that she stabs her with a mirror shard when she actually has stabbed herself. She doesn’t realize and changes into the Black Swan costume. The Black Swan dances wickedly and takes over Nina’s body and she finds a release in her perfection, which is also her death. Nina goes back into the dressing room to change into the White Swan and pulls out the shard, which is a mortal wound. Bleeding, Nina goes back and dances her last dance and gracefully dies.
It was open to interpretation and could be confusing at times. One thing I’m not sure about is why Beth harbors so much hatred toward Nina. Thomas acknowledges that Beth was a great dancer, but somehow Beth couldn’t get any satisfaction without being a destructive bitch. One idea I have is that Thomas suggests to Beth that she should consider retiring, so she unwillingly retires and for this she resents Thomas and has a seething jealousy of Nina who is young and new. This movie shows the destructive aspects of love, for people and art. How much of yourself are you able to give to what you love?
I found the last scene to be very interesting symbolically. The White Swan stands bleeding on a cliff before the sun soon to fall to her death. The sun is mostly empty and I think it symbolizes Nina’s emptiness. Visually it was stunning. I highly reccomend seeing this.
Is for my profile icon to show up on my fucking page. That’s all I want. Tumblr administration, it should not be this difficult for any one person to figure out how to do this, unless I’m a complete moron.
That’s it, I’m going to kill my fat-self. I’m going to run you down in my pickup truck and drag you down the road and paint a yellow stripe with your lard. Then I’m going to tie you upside down from a tree and beat the rest of the fat out of you with a pipe.
I’m going to have a killer body by the summer, just you wait and see!
I’m always going to be stuck. I’ll never be free of these shackles that time has placed on me. Memories of fear, memories of dread, failure, and heartbreak. It never seems to end. Maybe I can end it. One day I’ll just jump off a cliff and it will all be gone. Cheer me on as I fall.
When I voted for Barack Obama in 2008, my hopes weren’t unrealistic. I knew that he is just a man of flesh and blood and that he would definitely fuck up in one way or another. All of my peers who would be voting for their first time were so excited and their eyes beamed with hope, but I was always there to temper that.
After being in office for three years, what has Barack Obama accomplished? Basically, nothing as far as I’m concerned. The United States hasn’t been radically changed since he became president. One thing that he did do, which worked in my favor, was that he changed the health insurance laws so that people like me can stay on their parent’s insurance until they’re 25. When I voted for him, I really believed that he was going to change the system. I thought that I was voting for socialist values, whereby I mean that all Americans receive health-care.
Yeah, sure he is a good diplomat and went to the Middle East to try and get the Muslims and the Jews to get along, but every president does that because they will always fight until the end of time. I think that if America really had any credentials, we would have shut down Guantanamo Bay. How can we call ourselves the land of the free, when our laws that guarantee the fair treatment of any prisoner aren’t extended to a foreign one? The things we are doing are disgusting and make my insides churn.
We are no better than terrorists who kidnap a journalist and torture them to death when we do that to them. I think that compassion is an obsolete emotion to most Americans. Just as long as our t.vs and internet is working, so what if there are brown people being kept awake for weeks at a time until they hit the brink of insanity? As long as we have easy access to food and drink twenty-four hours a day, we are content.
This isn’t America, this is Dumbfuckistan. In Dumbfuckistan we have Snookie as our role model and a bunch of Sean Hannities spouting the same hateful and eroding words. If we want change then we will make it happen, but the cynic in me is telling me that it’s hopeless.
“You spoonfed us Saturday morning mouthfuls of maggots
And lies disguised in your sugary breakfast cereals. The plates you made
Us clean were filled with your fears. These things have hardened in our
Soft pink bellies. We are what you have made us. We have grown up
Watching your television. We are a symptom of your Christian America,
The biggest Satan of all. This is your world in which we grow. And we will
Grow to hate you.”—MM (via amazingatheist)
*Gandhi was a racist that believed Indians were inherently better than blacks. His campaign for non-violence was for Indians, and not for black people.
*Martin Luther King Jr. had a penchant for prostitutes and plagiarism.
*Abraham Lincoln believed that blacks were inferior to whites.
Wow, this is amazing. I tend to ruminate on all of the things that I have fucked up, but what’s the point? To be human is to be prone to mistakes. I don’t hate myself for all of the fucked-upness I have caused onto some people, but I’m sorry. I think it’s enough to be sorry.
It just finished. It was hilarious. Now the premier for Portlandia is on, I’m amused so far. Life is very good because I’m able to laugh again. When you feel like you can’t laugh it really sucks because you think you must be the biggest drag.
Menstrual cycles suck. The whole day I feel like I have to pee and poop. Then I feel really horny and try to satisfy my urges, but can’t, so I’m stuck with this bloody, engorged vagina. Now I feel like I have to pee again. Fml.
I just can’t look away. I can’t just pretend that nothing ever happened. I have to revisit every single fucking detail, so that it becomes ingrained in my mind that I never meant anything to you. I had some crumb of innocence left and you ate it, meanie.
I decided to delete it because it really is a useless waste of time for the most part. I don’t think I’ll make another one and if I do it will be a long time from now. I think it’s funny how facebook tries to get you not to delete your account by saying that a random bunch of your friends are going to miss you. It makes me feel a little better knowing that there are pixels of faces missing me. My whole life has been facebook you know, so this is a very traumatic experience for me.
Please virtual friends, don’t miss my presence too much. Look back on my facebook life and remember me. My virtual self is doing well here in the world of tumblr. Deleting your facebook isn’t internet suicide, it’s a new beginning!
I’m enjoying my new life. This is cool.