57 posts tagged “filmfangirl”

Bridget Jones' The Edge of Reason

But don't hate me... it's because I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!  And therefore cannot CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE!!!!

Wish me luck, I'm getting a wee bit nervy, as you can probably tell.... but admittedly ecstatic to no longer belong to the Singleton community very soon.  B is my very own Mark Darcy.

What's your favorite movie with a wedding in it?

CHEERS,
filmfangirl

Please check out CAPTIONFANGIRL: Molly Shannon on filmfangirl.  Have fun!

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filmfangirl

Please check out CAPTIONFANGIRL: Saffron Burrows on filmfangirl.  Have fun!

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filmfangirl

You are very welcome to check out my newest feature on filmfangirl. 

It's called CAPTIONFANGIRL, and it's a captions contest using photo stills from movies.  So far I have one going from MISS PETTIGREW LIVES FOR A DAY with Amy Adams and Lee Pace, and one from LEATHERHEADS with Renée Zellweger and George Clooney.

I'm challenging you to come up with a funnier caption than mine! Come on over and have some fun, you just might win a spot on my winners' page...

Cheers,
filmfangirl

Who would play you in the movie of your life? Bonus points for pictures!

Alicia Keys

Looks-wise, I had to rack my brain for someone who resembles me in any way, and sadly bi-racial actresses don't get enough press.  So, even though I'm not crazy about Alicia Keys as an actress (she always appears slightly stoned with her breathy, husky voice, few words, and perpetual semi-smile), I adore her as a talented musician, and I think we look a lot alike (but The Amazing B says I'm cuter, hee hee!).  I've also been a singer all my life, so that'd come in handy - even though I become highly vexed and uncomfortable whenever people break out into song in movies, so maybe not.  If the movie went for comedy, Maya Rudolf could also fit the bill.  Where is Maya Rudolf anyway? I certainly hope she hasn't become the latest SNL casualty; it can be a real bitch of a career killer... just look at Martin Short, for God's sake.

Parker Posey & Lauren Ambrose

Now talking personality, I'd say put Parker Posey and Lauren Ambrose in a big bowl and stir them up (not that you would, it's called a metaphor, silly rabbit) and you might get something like me (anxiety attacks, quirky charm, unquenchable cynicism and piles of sarcasm)... but not in a horrid THE RETURN OF JEZEBEL JAMES kind of way. Tangent: I tried to watch that show the other night and had to take a bubble bath with a bottle of champagne halfway through it so as to wash off the ick and softly weep for two of my favorite actresses ever.  It was just so terribly bad, like someone had decided to throw in every nauseating cliché (like hiding in closets all day for no apparent reason and an insanely frequent laugh track that made me feel like I was watching THE HONEYMOONERS) in that aforementioned big bowl with them.  Which is too bad, because I worship them both, but even their collective indie fantabulousness couldn't save its skin!

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filmfangirl

Since we've all been in a Clooney induced frenzy of love lately...

This appeared on petite anglaise this morning, to my utmost glee!  Just had to share - I've never seen this commercial, have you?  It might only air in Europe...

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filmfangirl

Who is the hottest person in Hollywood right now?

I shall offer two, in order to be fair and balanced to both sexes.  Here is my male offering:

George Clooney

I mean, really.  Can one do any better than George Clooney? He's easy on the eyes.  He's a distinguished gray.  He's got a husky, sexy voice.  He's classy and well-groomed.  He's a great actor and director.  He's MICHAEL CLAYTON.  He's a humanitarian.  He's saving Darfur with Don Cheadle.  He was on THE FACTS OF LIFE and didn't disappear like Mackenzie Astin.  His mother aunt is Rosemary Clooney, and happens to star in one of my all-time guilty pleasure movies, WHITE CHRISTMAS.  I have encouraged B to use him as his personal style guru and role model.  Whenever we go clothes shopping, I say to him, "Would Clooney wear that?"  Whenever we go to the hair salon, I say to him, "How would Clooney get his hair cut?"  Whenever B starts to chew with his mouth open, I say to him, "Now, would Clooney eat his food like that?" Works like a charm, and B has never been so smokin'.  P.S. When we went to buy B's tuxedo for our wedding, we actually used the degree of "Clooneyness" of each suit to gauge its merit.  B ended up with a swanky Hugo Boss, and I seriously nearly passed out from the heat he was giving off in it. Hot, you guys.  Hot.

And here is my female offering:

Katherine Heigl

"Isn't [she] the cutest thing?" You can't help but like her like Sally liked Linus Van Pelt.  I've said it once, I'll say it again:  Katherine Heigl can be my bestest gal pal any day.  We could wear clothes from Anthropologie and arrange flowers we just picked in Central Park and have cappucinos and eat sticky buns in an outdoor café that plays our favorite tunes from high school and chat about social injustice and Essie nailpolish. I envy her ability to be super beautiful and also super fun and also super normal.  It's a rare combo.  I particularly love her tendency to make faces like this.  She manages to channel Marilyn Monroe while being a total goofball. What a doll.  I wish B would have a celebrity crush on her instead of ScarJo (Scarlett Johansson).  P.S. The guy in the picture with her bugs me.  He's all pursy-faced... what's his problem?  He was probably overcome by Katherine's hotness and had to hold his breath and think about his grandmother as she grazed past him so he wouldn't involuntarily try to stick his tongue down her throat.  I mean, really.  Wouldn't you?

Cheers,
filmfangirl

What one thing about your significant other drives you bananas?

moviepopcorn

B likes popcorn. Like, if popcorn became hard to come by, he'd probably throw himself in the canal behind our house.  So I guess "likes" popcorn isn't strong enough a term.  B loves popcorn so much he wants to try polygamy for the first time and marry it. Giving B popcorn is like giving a crackhead a big bowl of crack rocks.  They're never going to say no thanks, I'm not in the mood to smoke all that crack right now.  B is a popcornhead.

Anyways, this isn't the thing that drives me bananas.  It's just the root of the problem.  When B can't get his fix of authentic movie theater popcorn, he stocks up on the microwave kind.  He pops and eats a large bag per night, sometimes two, and is very territorial with the bowl.  If the bowl strays from just below his nose, where he can easily sniff the heavenly aroma and simultaneously shovel the puffy, ivory kernels into his mouth, he's crestfallen.  But again, this isn't what bothers me.

What sends me into a stupefying OCD tantrum is when he pops the corn and leaves leftover time on the microwave.  This is every time he makes popcorn.  I always find the microwave timer, blinking neon green, often hours or even a day later.  Twenty seconds... thirty seconds... fifteen seconds... nine.  It never fails.  He never presses the clear/cancel button.  It's like he doesn't know it exists.  And instead, when I'm in the kitchen next, I have to press it, and it makes me feel like I'm cleaning up after him.  Or it makes me think I'm detonating a bomb in my own kitchen.  Or that we've all been exposed to carcinogenic waves all evening.  It's no fun.  Ridiculous, maybe, to get upset about.  But no fun.

Love him and his popcorn lovin' self to bits, though, and I'll keep pressing that clear/cancel button as long as he needs me to.   I'm also trying to teach him about the button marked "POPCORN" which cooks it for the perfect amount of time - no more, no less.  In addition, I'll keep making sure that he refrains from refilling his jumbo tub of hydrogenated oil doused popcorn when we go to the movies... that stuff gives him a stomach ache and a salt-induced migraine every time.  Poor baby.

Cheers,
filmfangirl

David Hernandez, one of the top 12 American Idol contestants, admitted that he was a stripper for a club with mostly male clientele. Will this influence how you vote?

David Hernandez

I can't be the only person who refuses to watch AMERICAN IDOL.  Please, tell me I'm not the only person who refuses to watch AMERICAN IDOL.  I haven't seen it since a former student of mine was a contestant.  No kidding.  I stopped watching after that, because I didn't want to find out he/she was on the pole too.  I mean,  weren't they all at some point?

Cheers,
filmfangirl

Can your pet do any cool tricks?

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Aside from being totally telepathic and fluent in Chinese, French, and Cockney Rhyming Slang, my cats have discovered a new talent... telling me when to clean their litter box.

The other day I was a little late in attending to their needs.  On a daily basis, usually in the morning, they need just a few simple things to happen in order for their feline world to make any sense at all.  Here's their list of demands:

1. We must be fed, preferably IAMS Hairball Control and not Weight Control, which doesn't even smell good, for God's sake. 

2. We must be scratched around the ears and face, but under no circumstances should we be picked up, you know better than that. 

3. We must play with our feathered "Wild Thing" toy, and by the way, what's the hold up in repairing our old toy with the mouse on the end? Our time is not free.

4. We must have fresh (spring) water, not the kind from the tap that's filled with anti-depressants and crap like that.  If we wanted kitty Prozac, we'd ask for it.

5. Our window must be opened, because we'd like to figure out exactly what those college boys next door think they're doing in that scary gigantic pool of (shudder) water this Spring Break. 

6. We would like to brush our teeth with those Greenie treats.  One for each of us.  No favoritism.

7. And, last but not least, our litter box must be cleaned with those plastic bags you bring home from the grocery store. Period. 

Purrrrrrr.

Well, I met every single one of those needs... except the last.  So when I came in to say good night and shut their window, I was met with a curious sight. There were several of the aforementioned plastic bags that I use to collect their clumps shoved inside the litter box.

Now these girls never play with the plastic bags I keep tightly balled up next to the extra litter in the closet.  They were sending me a message.  Think of it as a "Please Make Up My Room" sign that you hang on your doorknob at a hotel.  How civilized.  How dainty.  How smart.  I heart my cats.  Pea brains?  Pshaw.

Cheers,
filmfangirl