Untitled: Story of my life.

I’m 19 years old. I should not be able to spot Star Trek and George A. Romero references before my parents. Sad truth.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen bits and pieces of this one before, so I may just skip the review. We will see.

This is like the 5th movie not on my instant watch… perhaps I should stop getting distracted.

Not a terrible movie. It was a different kind of story and that was refreshing.

It stars Selma Blair and Max Beesley. With a little bit of everything thrown in, action, romance, crime, etc., it follows a bank teller, Shawn, who is down on her life. She is sleeping with a man who is married, her father is focusing on a new baby with his new wife, and her job just reminds her of the life she can’t have. She soon finds out her lover’s wife is pregnant and it is the last straw for her. While downing a bottle of vodka on the roof stepping closer and closer to the edge, the bank gets robbed unbeknowest to her. In an attempt to get away from the cops, one of the bank robbers, Charlie, runs to the roof. Who does he find? That’s right! He takes Shawn hostage while ironically saving her life first. When he discovers she is all too willing to go down for the cause, they make a deal. She helps him to escape and he kills her when he is safe. What kind of shenanigans could these two possibly get into? Watch and find out!

It wasn’t a 5 star movie, maybe not even a 4, but it was entertaining enough to keep my attention. And while some of the “creative” shots were more annoying to a keen eye like mine, it wasn’t enough to distract me totally from the movie. The plot is somewhat unoriginal. Gee, a guy and a girl spending every second together after an intense situation. What could possibly happen between them? But, there are a few little twists in there that get you by without thinking its just another cliche romance/thriller/action movie. Really, it’s not much of a thriller but it is labeled as such.

Not a movie you should rush out to get, but if you’ve got a couple hours to kill and like crime dramas, go ahead and give it a try. You can always turn it off if you don’t like it.

There is not one movie of his that I do not like. His tv shows are hilarious and his movies are touching. Seriously. This bitch doesn’t cry, like ever. I tore a tendon in my knee, got 3 blood clots and an infection and even after a month of pain and sickness and doing nothing but lying in a bed all day, it still was not enough to make me shed one fucking tear until I was supposed to be released and wasn’t. And that was because I was pumped full of drugs. And I was loopy. And they told me I couldn’t go home for Christmas. I watch one Tyler Perry movie, bawling like a baby. That man knows how to work a woman’s heart.

I can’t even write any reviews for his movies. I just can’t do them justice. Just go watch them if you haven’t already.

Anonymous asked: read the book! its so much more detailed, a lot of things were left out in the movie.

I saw that it was based off of a book and I’m very curious to read it! If I get a chance I will definately write a post about it.

Not on my instant queue seeing as how it usually wouldn’t be my kind of movie but it was late and I needed something with subtitles. And it has Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd and they are pretty awesome.

‘Where The Heart Is’ is a romantic drama about a young girl from Tennessee named Novalee Nation who gets knocked up by her boyfriend then abandoned at a Wal-Mart in a small town in Oklahoma while on their way to California. With no where to go and no one to turn to she finds shelter within the store after hours. She meets a nice woman who, after mistaking her for someone else, offers her a few gifts and tells her to keep in touch, unaware of the girl’s situation. A few weeks pass and she goes into labor, giving birth right in the middle of the aisles. After waking up in the hospital she makes fast friends with a nurse and gets a surprise visit by someone from her past. She soon finds a new home and new friends in this small town, but this is just the begining of her long tale about growing up, finding and losing love, and holding on to friends and family.

It was a pretty decent movie. While it was 2 hours long, I felt that there were some parts missing, or rushed over too soon and didn’t really get a great chance to reflect. This was most likely due to a few parts that probably weren’t necessary. But all of the acting is superb, and I enjoyed every second of it.

It probably isn’t for everyone. Anyone who likes a good romance should enjoy it, a bit of fluff here and there. But you might have to look past and ignore the few rough edges it has to see get the full experience.

Just thought you should know.

Dad- You put your lug nuts back on right?

Me- Um, like, what are those? Is that why my tire is like not on my car? I tried to drive it and it was all like, no, I’m a tire and I’m going to fall off your car so you can’t go anywhere.

Seriously, how stupid does he think I is?

He thinks I’m useless with working on cars. He doesn’t think that I know what he really says when we talk about it. Here is the conversation we had. I’ve added the translations to his hidden meanings.

Dad- How did changing your brakes go?

*What problems did you cause?*

Me- Well I didn’t get far because the lug nuts were excessively tight, and I don’t have an impact. But I got them all off except for one. I was just going to take it in and have them take it off for me.

Dad- Well why don’t you take it in to a muffler shop and have them do it, then have them call me. Do you have all of the parts? If you take the parts in they can change your brakes and will only charge for labor.

*Since you’re an idiot and a woman, they will try to take advantage of you and since you don’t know how to change brakes even after the countless times you’ve done it I would still rather have a total stranger who I don’t trust change your brakes instead of you. And since you don’t know how to handle yourself in a situation like this, have them call me and the big boys can talk.

Me- I can change my own brakes. I just need someone with an impact to get the last lug nut off.

Dad- Well, however you want to do it.

*Don’t call me when you’re stranded on the side of the road because your brakes fell off.

It amuses me and pisses me off at the same time. There are other subtle ways he tells me I can’t work on cars.

Dad- Go into AutoZone and buy *insert auto part here* and have them install it for you.

Me- Isn’t that something I could just do myself?

Dad- Well, yeah.

Me- So why don’t I just do it myself then instead of adding to the female stereotype that we can’t work on cars.

Which leads me to a funny story. When I was buying the brakes, in reference to the first conversation, the guy asked me if I was doing the work myself and had a really confused/worried look on his face. ‘No, my daddy told me that if girls work on cars they give birth to the devil so I’m just buying the parts for him cause he’s too busy getting wasted and beating women. Cuzthat’s what y’all do down here ain’t it? See what I did there? You stereotyped me being a woman so I stereotyped you being a redneck hillbilly fuck.’ “Well when you get stuck just go to youtube.” ‘Oh, thank you for that advice. Is that where you learned to be an asshole? They must really be able to learn people some smarts then.’

Do I  look that clueless? Do you really think I would change my own brakes if I didn’t have a fucking clue on what I was doing? Would I fuck with my BRAKES? Ya know, that thing that allows the vehicle to stop. The thing that allows control over whether or not I get into an accident because the vehicle in front of me magicialy isn’t moving.

 Yes, I do not know every little thing about fixing/working on cars. But I’m not an idiot. You’re not helping me learn by making other people do it for me. You’re my dad. I’m your only child. Sorry I was born a female. But you taught me almost everything I know. How to drive a car. How to drive a boat. How to drive a snowmobile. How to drive a forklift. How to drive a stick shift. How to ride a bike. How to swim. I could keep going. But nearly everything I learned about working on cars came from someone else. I asked you to teach me and you never did. I feel like if you think I can’t do it right then teach me the right way to do it.

 I love you, but if you won’t teach me your way, then stay out of my way when I do it.  

siddicky asked: It's funny how nearly EVERY car looked so damn awesome in 1969, who was in charge of designing things that year?

Right! It’s funny to watch movies and tv shows from that era and see all these amazing cars. I always sit there like, you bastards do not even know how lucky you are.

siddicky asked: I was thinking I'd just buy the body from the scrapyard or something, fix it up, get it painted the way I want it, and put some wheels on it to make her look legit.
Then I'll just leave it outside my house, to look nice, till I can afford the engine and stuff... but even finding the body would take a while -_-

Connections inside of Paramount or something might help. Film companies seem to have no problem tracking cars down haha. That would probably be what I had to do. If I bought one that runs and made her look spiffy I’d probably explode from all the happiness. But if I just started with a good looking shell that doesnt run I could just be happy in waves instead of all at once… I guess. If that makes sense. Haha, I’m lame sometimes.