tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43355297564450258352024-02-19T02:23:13.575-06:00various & sundryjojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-16536560985263789892014-12-05T01:27:00.000-06:002015-02-01T18:17:05.469-06:00The Night They Drive Old Dixie Carter DownA lot of things happened today so I have more stories, but my recollections of Designing Women through a bottle of wine and some Pie Hole will have to do. I'm not there yet. Sebaceous glands are involved in my earlier stories and you don't need that involved until I can be eloquent of such a subject.<br />
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So one night I downloaded sixty-ish episodes of Designing Women from Logo and my sister and I have been trying to whittle it down before the husby cracks and has to delete everything to make room for another recording of Running Scared starring Billy Crystal and Gregory Heins.<br />
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Side note: I'm pretty sure the new under cabinet lights I bought are cool white, OK I KNOW they are cool white, but I'm pretty sure the others are soft white and, believe it or not, there is a difference. And before you write me off as a stupid white bitch, I own a new build, but it's made of graham crackers, so chill.<br />
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So I watched a couple Designing Womens the other night and the first one was about Julia Sugarbaker's house being a Civil War landmark and Mary Joe was thinking about marrying her best guy friend based on a pact they made when they were 27. Of course, they didn't get married and OF COURSE, Julia was not happy about the parade of homes that came through her house between the smokers, flip flop wearers, and fictional gossip, not to mention her mammy and Southern Belle outfits that I have no idea how anyone could afford them knowing how much authentic costuming can cost you when you don't make it yourself, but then again, I am not from the South in my own design firm. So basically, the episode that I have no name for is amazing. And I love that even though now it seems like an old fashioned message with a girl having a friend that she only has friend feelings for but is really close to and can't marry just for the sake of marrying, it's a message that was in the mainstream when I was a kid. Even if everyone in France was living it tenfold, it changed the way all of us Disney-loving princesses thought about men, love, and friendship. So it's a cool thing to watch for what it is and also enjoy Julia Sugarbaker kicking shitty Big Gulp ruffians out of her home.<br />
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The second episode was one of their later preachy episodes. I can still appreciate these ones because they have their comedic moments, like the last scene of this episode with everyone slow dancing, including Mary Joe and Julia dressed in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane garb. BUT it's mostly a soapbox for the Clarence Thomas case and I commend them for bringing a balanced but heartily feminist perspective in the middle of primetime while tying in some of the scariest and most influential and poignant references for women with the Whatever Happened to Baby Jane stuff.<br />
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So tonight my sister and I watched two episodes. The first one was about domestic violence. While this one is heartwarming and totally full of all the emotion and depth AND comedy that was unrivaled at the time with primetime sitcoms, not to mention being a female-centric show (***BTDUBS was this a primetime show? I refuse to do research, so this is either on you guys to accept my BS or look it up and keep it to yourself). It still has its soap opera moments with the jittery close ups and pained looks and knowing nods with bruised eyes and sunglasses, but they found a way to make it relatable, so, bravo. Especially the black face Supremes number that starts with Julia wanting to kill Suzanne and ends with Charlene reinvigorated with her friend running away. I totally get it. I give it a-many kisses.<br />
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That's enough of that. It was emotional and beautiful and you just have to watch it because I don't have time for shit. Also, Beer for My Horses sounds like someone admitting to negligent horse ownership and I'm sure no one will do anything about it, but that's the way it goes, right? Celebrities...<br />
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So the next episode we watched was about Charlene being pregnant on NYE and about to go see Steel Magnolias with the gals, and Bill (if you have never watched, he is the impossibly handsome but gently ditzy man who made me want to get married to a Marine so I could have swords at my wedding), while Anthony is obviously but subtly dating a hooker, which, I know he is an ex-convict and all, but it still feels unnatural. I never noticed how much they harp on him. Poor Anthony is the best character of all. I'm glad he gets jokes in but FUCK THESE BITCHES BE OBLIVIOUS WITHOUT REMORSE.<br />
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Well anyway, Delta Burke keeps getting put in circus tent wear because until two minutes ago plus sized women were relegated to whatever they could find, not actually thought of as people who ALSO wanted to be in style. "Bitch, your titty is bigger than a B so FUCK YOU." is what I hear in my mind. But Dolly Parton was also in this episode and everything that Charlene said to her, I will memorize and say exactly. Because I will not be able to say anything if I ever meet Dolly because I will be so starstruck, so I will need a script, and Charlene just about covers all of it. I might need a videographer for rehearsals and live moments, so I'll let you know if I need you.<br />
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And that's all I have for you. I'm going to sleep to trucker hits and/or some movie on Netflix but LOVE TO DESIGNING WOMEN AND WOMEN WHO CAN SPELL. OR SPELL DESIGNING. OR JUST ALL OF IT!<br />
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I’m sure I scared my mother-in-law when I explained what <u>The
Awakening</u> was about and then started getting my allergic reaction to my
wedding ring. I assure you, this is no Freudian symptom of an aversion to marriage, although
there could be a great HuffPost article in it for me if I really wanted to take
that angle. Nah.</div>
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I bought <u>The Awakening</u> at a plantation my friends and
I visited on our way into New Orleans. This trip at the beginning of May was
the first break I had since my husband’s grandmother got sick at the end of
last October. In the time since, we had to provide around-the-clock care for
his mom and grandpa while his grandma was shuffled to and from the hospital,
her home, and a nursing home, eventually receiving personal hospice care from Kam,
my sister, and I. After she passed on Christmas Eve, we moved his mom and
grandpa into our house, then moved his grandpa to memory care, and finally, I
agreed to become a full time caregiver to my mother-in-law. In the meantime, we
have to work on selling his family’s things and home. So while I was at the end
of an emotional journey, it was only one phase of it with a brief respite
before we embark on a new phase. Which will be followed by another phase. And
another.<br />
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My trip was important. I’d felt cut off for months but could
tell that I was changing as a person. Going to New Orleans, a city I have often
and long dreamt about, I was testing out this new person that I wasn’t certain
could hack it in the real world. Sure, you can be the master of your home and
the people who rely on you, creating schedules, checking things off lists, but
can you go to a big city and feel every moment, take in every encounter, every
experience and just enjoy the break, no matter how brief you know it is before
you must go back to slogging? Can you be fully alive? I didn’t want to be worse
off than I was before. I didn’t want to be afraid of the world and of the risks
I knew I needed to take to make my fate something I could be proud of.</div>
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<u>The Awakening</u> is a Victorian tale of Edna Pontellier,
a woman who meets a young man, Robert Lebrun, on Grand Isle and realizes she is
not happy with the life she has been mechanically pursuing for everyone but
herself. Their meeting taps in to her sexuality and her desire to be
independent of not only her husband and children, but of societal pressures to
conform. She takes her painting seriously, moves in to a smaller home around
the corner from her own in New Orleans, and even takes a lover while Robert is
gone in Mexico. When he returns, she is dismayed that he does not share in her
awakening; he still feels a fidelity to societal expectations. Being fully
conscious only makes her more miserable when she realizes she is a bird with
wings but she is still trapped in a cage, unable to truly live the life she
dreams of with the one she truly loves.</div>
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<u>The Awakening</u> doesn’t have a happy ending, but
somehow I still found hope. She gets to take herself seriously and she is brave
enough to question life, even when everyone around her laughs or shrugs it off
out of fear. She lives her dream, even if just for a moment. Just because Robert,
her inspiration, isn’t brave enough to take the world by storm with her and
forge a path of love while belonging to themselves, it doesn’t mean the dream
is dead. She was ahead of her time, but she obviously wasn’t the only one.</div>
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I had always been ashamed and sometimes resentful of my
choice to get married when I was just 22. Our lives were ruled by family, with
my sister moving in months after we were married, and then my mother-in-law’s
stroke shortly after my sister moved out. We were tethered to Oklahoma more
than ever and grew tired of watching over a future with an indefinite start
date. It crushed us both. We spread our time between our nine-to-fives, his
family, and eating fast food at 10PM before crashing late and starting the
whole process over. When I dreamt of graduating college, I dreamt of all the possibilities,
and this new post-grad grind seemed void of any. I felt foolish for thinking I
could find love so young and not let it ruin my future. We no longer live in
Victorian times, so isn’t it our duty as women to go out and live the lives
that many of these women only fantasized about? We need a life outside our
relationships and our children, if we choose to have any. We need to exercise
the choices we have and keep pushing forward, because while things have gotten
better we aren’t out of the woods yet.</div>
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For three years we kept up our grueling schedule. I worried
that the only importance I had to my husband was to act as another set of hands
to transfer his mother. Everyone around me, especially in the buckle of the
Bible Belt, seemed to have the idea I was doing what I was supposed to do, what
was expected of me. This is what marriage is and you should have thought about
that before you jumped in so young. Told you so… It seemed I had a choice, so
surely I am better off than Victorians, but I felt doomed to a choice I thought
I could avoid. All along I was harassed about having children when all I could
think about were my lost twenties. I was working clerical positions with
daunting commutes and with people who found me too strange to get to know. I
looked the part of a young newly married twentysomething but I wasn’t happy and
no one wants to deal with that, no one wants to question institutions they
firmly believe in like family, marriage, children, and religion. They want to
go with the status quo because it’s easier but I never wanted to be part of the
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The fault in my resentment, that I was not aware of until recently,
was that while those around me may have seen nothing amiss, that was not the
case with my husband. I finally realized that this is not what he wanted, for
me, himself, or even his family. He just wanted to make sure everyone was taken
care of, but he would have loved if his grandparents and mother had gotten all
the big stuff figured out and made things easier on him. He didn’t want us to
have a typical marriage. He still doesn’t. He wants to have kids, but when we
have had some years of freedom together first. My success is as important to
him as his own is. He didn’t want to marry a housewife, so he was my number one
supporter when I realized that writing is what I truly want to do.</div>
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Over the years, a part of me died, but it was necessary if I
were going to become the person I really want to be. Not the person my dad or
my mom or my extended family – even what a younger me – wanted me to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve seen what I am capable of and what
the love I share with my husband is capable of if I stop accusing it and taking
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Just as Edna Pontellier’s soul awakens to new possibilities,
so did mine. As I walked around New Orleans I felt at peace. I felt strong and
found myself unworried about what other people think. I embraced my taste and
allowed myself to finally dress the way I always want to because I finally felt
young enough to pull it off. I talked to all sorts of people who could see I
belonged there with my smile that consumed me. I ate and drank like a queen and
found that place you can get to when you meditate or do yoga, but without my
prayer beads or mat on hand. That trip pulled me out of my head and allowed me
to see my progress. The sculpture is in no way done, but it’s taking shape and
I like what I see. </div>
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Unlike Edna, I have found the love that stays behind at the pigeon
house, waiting to embark on a fresh adventure, but more importantly, I know
that I am tough and talented enough to stay at the pigeon house by myself. I
made the choice to get married and I made the choice to stay by my husband’s
side through his worst nightmares. But I also have the privilege to choose,
whether all of society is on board or not. I choose to make time for myself, my
work, and the life that I want; the life I own and choose to merge with my
husband’s. While I empathize with Edna’s struggle to find herself as a woman
and artist, I can also take heart that I don’t have to send my naked body to
sea, that I can sit on the shore awhile and enjoy my freshly awakened soul.</div>
jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-89596088132291117672014-02-22T18:25:00.000-06:002014-02-22T18:48:39.028-06:00"The Bachelor" and the Problem with No Name<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Leave it to me to simultaneously become enthralled with the
current season of <i>The Bachelor</i> and <i>The Feminine Mystique</i> by Betty Friedan.
My mother-in-law is to thank for my new addiction to <i>The Bachelor</i>. I have seen a few episodes here and there throughout
the years, but never got invested in a full season. The idea of a bunch of
women clawing their way to one man that is chosen for them and they barely know
seemed a little too medieval for my taste. I made myself let go so I could
indulge in some mother-in-law bonding time until Betty Friedan made the
feminist in me furious for Sharleen Joynt, the opera singer.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p>As anyone who’s anyone knows, Sharleen decides to leave
after a season of deliberation, despite Juan Pablo’s interest. All the girls on
the show have been confounded by their connection and when I read blogs
covering this season everyone seems to think she is the weirdo that should have
left after the first night if she wasn’t instantly obsessed with Juan Pablo.</div>
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I liked her immediately. You can tell she is a very
intelligent and serious person from having worked at a very formal singing
tradition most of her life. She has also lived and traveled around the world,
but still geeked out when she went to a cocktail party in Middleton while in
New Zealand. She also processed the experience as I imagine I would, making me
relate to a contestant for once. She rocks.</div>
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While I thought she might be a little intense for him, I
also saw why they were attracted to one another. She and Juan Pablo were able
to share in the experience of leaving home, not just for another state, but an
entirely different country and culture. I think she signed up for it because
she was single, was interested in a new adventure, thought that Juan Pablo was
cute and maybe she’d make a love connection. If nothing else, she walks away
with a bizarre, one-of-a-kind experience and perhaps a new audience for her
music. But going through all of that, spending time with so many women that are
so drastically different from who she is and what she values, and watching them
have these same strong connections with Juan Pablo, of course it made her
pause.</div>
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I’ll admit that even I was starting to get tired of her
hemming and hawing, though. I can see why the other girls would be frustrated
as well. They are all there for the ring and children and a fairy tale ending.
But just as I started to slip into a vapid rabbit hole with the audience and
contestants, I also finished the first chapter of <i>The Feminine Mystique</i>. As I am reading about women trapped in the
role of wife/mother/homemaker, everything that bothers me about <i>The Bachelor</i> and the Sharleen begrudgers
comes to light.</div>
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The women that refuse to see the show for what it is or to
question if Juan Pablo is the right fit for them are the crazy ones. Yes, you
sign up for a show, but does that mean you shut off your brain? Does that mean
you don’t examine this man and what it would realistically make your future
look like? Just like everyone
else, all of her fears are coming out. While some women show that their fear is
not being the prettiest or the best liked or the center of attention, her fears
are based in questions of what she wants and if she can have it all. On top of
that, she feels guilty for bothering to question. She says it herself, “I wish
I were dumber.” I understand completely. She shouldn’t feel bad. At the heart
of her questioning is a very real concern. If you are going to get a proposal,
move to another country, limit your career considerably by settling down (at
least from what everyone keeps saying), and become a stepmother, I would hope
you are seriously thinking about it. We all know it’s a hoax for the most part,
that the people that meet on the show generally do not work out, but Sharleen
has every reason to feel apprehensive.</div>
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Part of me worried whether I was making the right choice
falling in love and getting engaged at twenty and married at twenty-two. Some
of it was about my husband and whether I thought he would respect and encourage
me to have my own life and experiences. Too many men want to control the woman
that they are with and want her to focus on them and their family and stop
worrying about all that other stuff, even in this day and age. I didn't want to grow and change and find that he didn't want me to. More than that,
I worried about fulfilling the promises I made to myself. I couldn’t wrap my
head around the idea of marriage and kids being my only aspirations. I have
always wanted to travel, learn, meet new, different people and have interesting
conversations, read books that change me at my core, and find my personal way
to be part of the world. I eventually got over my jitters. My husband proved
how much he cares about me living a fulfilling life of my own and I never
stopped being a part of the world and learning. I’d be lying if I said that
it’s been easy to maintain the balance between self and marriage. It’s a very
real struggle to honor oneself while being with someone no matter how
attractive or wealthy or perfect.</div>
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Back to Sharleen: Here is a woman, with a career she has
focused on and has kept her traveling and performing for many years and she is
starting to feel a connection with a man that is tied to Miami for his job and
family. It seems like everyone on the show assumes that whomever Juan Pablo
picks is obligated to drop everything and move to him. Is that a rule? Is there
no room for discussion? No room for compromise? That was the question I hoped
Sharleen would ask. Yes, she says she is up for change. But is she? Should she
have to be? The very thing that makes her stand out among the other girls, her
worldliness and maturity, seems the thing making everyone assume she is
unsuitable for Juan Pablo. </div>
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Even Juan Pablo sees and understands her struggle
but never tries to convince her that he would make it work for the both of them. To be fair, maybe they have that
conversation and we don’t see it, but that’s a problem. We need to
see that talk. It’s important and realistic and even if this is all for fun,
let’s acknowledge the reality of women and their dreams today. Let’s not brush
her off and assume she lacks what it takes to be a real woman that someone as
special as Juan Pablo deserves. She's pretty damn special too. I understand this is a show about him and for him, but
why are we trying to convince this woman or the young women and girls watching
that this New Woman, as Friedan named the independent career women of the twenties through forties, is someone to fear, to repel against? Haven’t we covered this all ready? What
was all that work for if she gives it up to be stranded in Miami with a guy she
barely knows? The hardest part about finding someone is
figuring out how to make it all work, but if you are equally committed to each other's happiness and success, you can
figure it out. Unfortunately there are plenty of people who still don't think of this as an option, let alone what they aspire to have. </div>
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT3GYiz6P7N-F4yATFj-mHw5DikVu9qIEQ-vPIF2LEbGRgFGEeYXQ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT3GYiz6P7N-F4yATFj-mHw5DikVu9qIEQ-vPIF2LEbGRgFGEeYXQ" /></a>In Friedan’s book, excerpts from interviews with women of
various education levels and locations explain how they all feel trapped, they
all feel useless, and they all wonder if this is all life has to offer. They
feel like they are in the wrong because they should be overjoyed to have so
many devices and luxuries and children and a husband at their disposal. When I
started the book, I thought it would help me see how far we have come and why,
but when I watch <i>The Bachelor</i> and the
way that the other contestants, the audience, and even the host view Sharleen’s
hot and cold feelings for Juan Pablo, I know the fight isn’t over. I never
thought it was over, living in the middle of a rape culture, but I guess I
hoped we were making some strides when it came to our views on straight
marriage (let alone GAY marriage) and the expectations we place on women.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p>While careers are at the forefront of women today, we are
still trapped in the details of our future wedding day(s), a point made obvious
by the women signing up in droves for <i>The
Bachelor</i> and watching each season with bated breath. Many women have their wedding day planned out but no
relationship. When they get into a relationship you feel them rushing it into
marriage so they can have their wedding, buy that house, have those kids. Shouldn’t
the goal in life be living a life that fulfills you in every aspect, a goal
that may happen with or without a man? I believe this can happen even when you
are married, that you can be the well rounded person you want to be, but why
does marriage seem to still hold a key for so many women?</div>
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I can tell you from personal experience that marriage itself
does not bring you happiness. If anything, it brings more unhappiness. You
enter into a marriage accepting that you will take on the joy of your partner,
but you also take on all of their hardships as well. You nod your head,
thinking you understand what this means, but remember, when you aren’t having
hardships and the other person is, you can’t just brush them off and go have
fun. That’s when they need you most. My husband and I have been through hell
and back our entire relationship, taking care of his grandparents through
dementia and cancer, as well as his mother who suffered a stroke three and a
half years ago. I was in college when we met and dealt with these questions and
troubles while I was figuring out who I wanted to be. But it’s our connection,
the fun that he brings to my life even when we are going through hard times that
keeps me there. The present and the future shine so brightly with both of us
fighting for each other and ourselves to not settle, to go for what and who we
want to be. We complement and encourage our shared and separate happiness. Our
wedding was one day, our marriage is our everyday.</div>
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Yes, times have changed. Yes, women have careers. But in the
case of this particular bachelorette, she is losing a lot if she decides to go
on with Juan Pablo under the assumed conditions of <i>The Bachelor</i>. It’s only a television show, but when young women
and girls watch another woman get shitty comments and looks because she is
weighing whether or not a man is the right fit for her and the life she has
chosen up to this point, I can’t help but turn my brain back on and go, “WHAT
THE FUCK?” All I can think about are all the women who were
and still are shamed to sit lifeless at the kitchen counter, waiting for their
family to dictate their days and wondering, “Is this it? What do I <i>really</i> want?” </div>
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Passing something off as “just TV” is a slippery slope. When
we accept a public image, even if it ventures from what we know is reality, it eventually
becomes our truth. It’s what happened after men returned from World War II. The
New Women of the 1940s, who had taken over most of the writing and editing of
women’s magazines and advertising, suddenly found themselves sent home. The men
were back. They weren’t here for the rebirth of women and the ones that were
assumed it was temporary, a phase. As Friedan said, the men back from war were
full of nostalgia for the old way of domestic life. Suddenly these writers,
poets, baseball players, psychologists, nurses, were being sent home to pop out
kids and starch their husband’s suit. Thanks for holding down the fort, but go
back where you know you really thrive, where you can achieve real happiness.
Because you’re a woman, it’s your destiny.</div>
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Maybe you enjoy the drama; to sit around and judge these
women for having to be whomever this season’s bachelor wants them to be. Maybe
it’s all in good fun. Maybe I need to get out more and not make such a big deal
over a small plot point on a silly reality show. Maybe it’s easier to find the
ideal shade for your wedding day mani-pedi and rip apart women, like Sharleen,
who are just trying to figure who and what they want to be and how/if a suitor
fits in. Maybe it’s easier to accept traditional ideas and stereotypes and make
them our own, to stick to the path of least resistance. Or maybe we should give
ourselves more credit than that. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Shit. You're mad, aren't you? I
don't blame you. I totally proved that all dreams are, in fact, lies. I didn't
finish the AFI Top 100 before the end of 2012, so of course, neither did any of
you. Well, you better not have. So that's it. Everyone go home. Party's over. I threw up in the punch bowl
and someone's slow dancing with a coat rack. Or does that mean the REAL party
is just getting started? Confused? I don't blame you. But you really need to
learn to focus, you know that, don't you? Anyways, let's get it all sorted.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I'd be honored to throw up in this.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">At the beginning of 2012, I
decided I was going to write for one hour each day. I had this blog, became a
Yelp Elite member, and carried a list of at least 10-15 ideas that could be written, some even
filmed, and eventually sent off to various festivals and competitions. Alas, 2012 was a
year of wayward commitment (to put it kindly). Distractions came and went, but
they remained just that - distractions. I've been a big baby filled with
excuses that are charged by self-pity, insecurity, fear, and laziness. Who am I kidding? I'm still that big baby, but I'm working at it. Time to suck it up and be happy because everything will be OK and that's all there is to it. Well, not all, but you get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Now what? Along with last year's projects, I will also be contributing to <a href="http://girltownblog.com/">Girl Town</a>, another blog started by a couple friends, that you should totally check out. Joining this blog forced me to get my shit together and create a writing schedule since I will be on a schedule for them. They aren't strict, but I have to have rules or I'll just drink tea from my bunny mug without pants while I watch Murder, She Wrote. I also figured out that various & sundry is going to be where I get personal and geeky. Obviously my AFI Top 100 journey fits in perfectly here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Maybe this proclamation is not very important to you. In fact, you might be comatose by now. I can dig that. BUT it was important for me to get it on here so I can come to this blog almost every Sunday (hey, old habits like procrastination and laziness die hard) and know what type of content I'm going for. Stressing over that question has caused me to procrastinate far too much so THIS ENDS NOW. I wish I had a Gandalf staff and a windy New Zealand mountain top to shout that from. Although, a walking stick and a big fan would give it just as much drama.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Effective proclamation sans Gandalf staff or dramatic winds.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Anyways, join me Sunday where I will discuss my experience watching <i>Apocalypse Now</i> for the first time since I was eight. Yes, you read that correctly. Eight years old. Oh yeah, baby, I got some yarns to spin for ya. At some point, we'll get back on the AFI train, but we'll get to it when we get to it. We have schedules, but this is neither Nazi Germany, nor present day, non-Nazi Germany train station scheduling, so chill out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>flowers & sunshine & proclamations,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>bunny</i></span><br />
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<!--EndFragment-->jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-30687451837536194732012-09-26T11:48:00.006-05:002012-09-26T12:57:50.124-05:00Soup's On!: Duck Soup<span style="font-family: inherit;">Before we get rolling onto the next installment of my AFI journey, let's start things off with some honesty: 1) This is NOT being posted one week after the last <i>Butch Cassidy</i> post 2) At this rate I am never going to make my resolution by the end of the year aka all dreams are lies. So I'm going to be way better about this if that is cool with you. Bon apetit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Duck Soup</i> (1933)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Director:</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0564970/">Leo McCarey</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Writers:</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0436095/">Bert Kalmar</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0748438/">Harry Ruby</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0790654/">Arthur Sheekman</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0674759/">Nat Perrin</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Main Actors:</b> The Four Marx Brothers (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000050/">Groucho</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0555617/">Harpo</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0555597/">Chico</a> & <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0555688/">Zeppo</a>)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Synopsis</b><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>:</b> Rufus T. Firefly is named president of bankrupt Freedonia and declares war on neighboring Sylvania to win the love (and money) of Mrs. Teasdale.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Kneejerk Reaction:</b> I giggled and guffawed the whole way through. I realized I probably saw this movie as a kid since my parents were huge Marx Brothers fans, only this time I was able to catch the satire. Although I'm certain my dad explained it all to two-year old me at the time which explains a lot about who I am. Anyways, the movie was clever, it was fun and nobody rattles off a fast, deadpan one-liner like Groucho.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>High Points:</b> The movie switches between Groucho & Zeppo, the president and his straight man secretary, and Chico & Harpo, the spies. It's a perfect balance between the steady stream of jokes and slapstick, with the running gags getting funnier every time. Whenever Chico and Harpo meet a new character, like the ambassador or the merchant, I die. When Groucho is looking in the "mirror"? Holy crap. This is comedy gold, people! Gold! </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Why I Think It's On the Top 100:</b> The Marx Brothers had a huge impact on comedy and this film in particular is so smart in its criticism of government and people that it is not your run-of-the-mill comedy filled with cheap laughs. Well, there are cheap laughs, but they move from joke to joke so seamlessly that the movie is a masterpiece even without the social commentary.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Geek-Out Scale:</b> I'd say you could be at about a 5 on the Geek-Out Scale (1 = <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0339034/">From Justin to Kelly</a></i> is your favorite movie and 10 = you watched <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0006864/">Intolerance</a></i> everyday for a week and then gave a Power Point to your nearest and dearest. For fun.) If you love comedy this is a great place to see where a lot of your contemporary favorites got inspired but you will also be in for a treat if you love The Three Stooges, Laurel & Hardy or Abbott and Costello. If you haven't seen any of them, then there really is no hope for you, is there? </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>When Will I See You Again?:</b> I have been putting this movie on every time I sit down to write this post and just had to pause it because I kept getting distracted and wanting to watch it instead of write. So..... soon? Also, I just realized I fit my description of a 10 on the Geek-Out Scale (although <i>Duck Soup</i> is MUCH easier to swallow than <i>Intolerance</i>, am I right?! "No one else cares about <i>Intolerance</i>," you say? "Sit down, geek," you say? But wait, you WILL care about <i>Intolerance</i> if you keep reading my AFI posts muhahaha!!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">All right, lassies and lads. Hope you enjoyed this snack about <i>Duck Soup</i>. Let me know if you watch it and what you think, what you want me to watch next, etc. Please feel free to keep track of my progress on the Top 100 <a href="http://jojobunny.blogspot.com/2012/07/afi-top-100-bunny-checklist.html">here</a>. And make sure to throw virtual tomatoes if I make you wait too long for the next one. I am going to be in Mexico next week so expect the next post the second week of October!</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>soupy sales & flowers & sunshine,</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><i>bunny </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-72683278656438185292012-08-02T11:56:00.003-05:002012-09-26T11:42:58.145-05:00Rootin' Tootin': Butch Cassidy and the Sundance KidOne of my New Year's resolutions I have botched time and time again is viewing every movie on the AFI Top 100. Just in case you're as big of a nerd as I am about this kind of stuff, let me clarify it is the original list, not the laughs or thrills, etc. Oh yeah, those exist, too. But I digress.<br />
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This year I have finally been making some real, dedicated headway on the AFI resolution and I figure someone out there might be interested to know my thoughts on the classics as I view them for the first time. I am a film fanatic, but I can simultaneously view a movie analytically and for the sheer joy of it. I can see what qualifies it as a classic while honestly admitting if it's one I will watch more than once. I'll even make sure to tell you just how geeked out you'll need to be to enjoy it. Along the way, feel free to give me questions to consider or suggest which movie I should watch next. But without further ado...<br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i>Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid </i>(1969)</span><br />
<b>Director:</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001351/">George Roy Hill</a><br />
<b>Writer:</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001279/">William Goldman</a><br />
<b>Main Actors:</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000056/">Paul Newman</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000602/">Robert Redford</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001684/">Katharine Ross</a><br />
<b>Synopsis:</b> Two Western bank and train robbers head for Bolivia when the law gets too close.<br />
<b>AFI #73</b><br />
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<b>Kneejerk Reaction:</b> From beginning to end, I was entertained. I had seen the ending a million times in school and I still never tire of it. The script is impeccable; I dream of writing as well as William Goldman with his mix of understated wit and heartbreaking honesty about the human condition. Hill is a master when it comes to directing and this is one of his crown jewels. Beautiful scenery and shots.<br />
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<b>High Points:</b> This is a tough one, but I love the opening, with the silent short film about the infamous Hole-in-the-Wall Gang, when Butch and Etta play around on the bicycle, when Butch and Sundance are chased through the desert, Butch, Sundance & Etta's old timey photos of their adventures, the montage of them robbing in Bolivia and, of course, the end. Can we all agree I am terrible at picking high points? I basically loved the whole movie. Sheesh.<br />
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<b>Why I Think It's On the Top 100:</b> Hill and Goldman take a classic genre and add some humor and life while making social commentary that goes beyond 1969: aging, feeling disconnected from a changing world and unable to keep up anymore/not wanting to, the evolution of technology, film, storytelling and history, the complicated nature of human relationships, the microscopic line between "good" and "bad" and probably many more I haven't thought of yet. If you have seen this movie, is there anything you think I am missing?<br />
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<b>Geek-Out Scale: </b>I would say you need to be at about a 6 (10 being you could watch silent films for a day and be entertained). It isn't as long as some classics and as I said, the music, cast, writing and scenery are lovely. If you are a little wary, trust me and be open to it because I promise it is not the dry and boring classic that you might be imagining. It was made in 1969 which was an incredibly exciting time for filmmaking. The Production Code had just been lifted in 1968, so subject matters like sex and violence were no longer implied. Filmmakers could openly discuss and show these things and got really experimental with it. This one is not super gory or sexy, but they are not hiding anything like old school Westerns did. So if you are on the fence about classics, the 60s and 70s are a good place to start!<br />
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<b>When Will I See You Again?: </b>I'm ready to see this one again so I can fully absorb what I saw the first time. In fact, I might just buy this movie.<br />
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There you go. That's all I really needed to get off my brain. Hopefully that wasn't too painful. I promise I am not writing up my thoughts to be a pretentious asshole. If anything, these posts are more for me than anyone else. I love everything about movies and this is just a way for me to expel all the emotions and excitement I experience after I see a really good movie (even a so-so movie!). And who knows, maybe I can inspire some doubters out there to take a look at not only the classics, but every movie they watch. So please! Let me know what you think, if you've seen it, where I am wrong, where I am amazing and perfect. I love discussing and want this to be a place for that.<br />
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Stay tuned - the next breakdown will be posted soon! Wondering what movies I have seen so far? <a href="http://jojobunny.blogspot.com/2012/07/afi-top-100-bunny-checklist.html">Click here</a> and check my progress!<br />
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<br />jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-89012789993977057662012-07-29T16:23:00.001-05:002013-02-10T15:52:30.289-06:00AFI TOP 100 - bunny checklistI have challenged myself to watch all of the movies on the AFI Top 100. You have successfully reached the post where I will keep track of my progress. If you think I should update this frequently, turn to page 130. If you think I should drunkenly swim in my pool and anger my cop neighbor, turn to page 10. Update frequently? Then click on the link at the end of each screening post so you can come back and help me decide what to watch next. Also, please don't judge me - I know there are movies on here that the most basic movie lover has watched a million times and I have yet to see. Keep in mind, some I saw so long ago that I don't remember them or I have only seen parts, etc. Yes. Lay off. This is SUPPOSED to be fun. Don't ruin it for the rest of us. Jerk.<br />
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<u><b>AFI Top 100</b></u></div>
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<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">CITIZEN KANE</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1941</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">2</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE GODFATHER</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1972</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">3</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">CASABLANCA</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1942</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">4</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">RAGING BULL</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1980</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">5</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SINGIN' IN THE RAIN</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1952</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">6</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">GONE WITH THE WIND</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1939</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">7</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">LAWRENCE OF ARABIA</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1962</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">8</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">SCHINDLER'S LIST</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1993</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">9</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">VERTIGO</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1958</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">10</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE WIZARD OF OZ</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1939</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">11</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">CITY LIGHTS</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1931</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">12</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE SEARCHERS</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1956</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">13</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">STAR WARS</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1977</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">14</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">PSYCHO</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1960</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">15</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1968</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">16</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">SUNSET BLVD.</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1950</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">17</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE GRADUATE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1967</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">18</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE GENERAL</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1927</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">19</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">ON THE WATERFRONT</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1954</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">20</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1946</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">21</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">CHINATOWN</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1974</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">22</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SOME LIKE IT HOT</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1959</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">23</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE GRAPES OF WRATH</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1940</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">24</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1982</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">25</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1962</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">26</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1939</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">27</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">HIGH NOON</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1952</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">28</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">ALL ABOUT EVE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1950</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">29</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">DOUBLE INDEMNITY</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1944</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">30</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">APOCALYPSE NOW</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1979</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">31</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE MALTESE FALCON</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1941</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">32</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE GODFATHER PART II</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1974</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">33</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1975</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">34</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1937</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">35</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">ANNIE HALL</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1977</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">36</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1957</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">37</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1946</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">38</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1948</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">39</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">DR. STRANGELOVE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1964</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">40</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE SOUND OF MUSIC</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1965</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">41</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">KING KONG</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1933</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">42</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">BONNIE AND CLYDE</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1967</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">43</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">MIDNIGHT COWBOY</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1969</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">44</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE PHILADELPHIA STORY</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1940</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">45</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">SHANE</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1953</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">46</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1934</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">47</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1951</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">48</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">REAR WINDOW</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1954</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">49</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">INTOLERANCE</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1916</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">50</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">2001</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">51</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">WEST SIDE STORY</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1961</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">52</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">TAXI DRIVER</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1976</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">53</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE DEER HUNTER</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1978</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">54</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">M*A*S*H</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1970</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">55</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">NORTH BY NORTHWEST</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1959</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">56</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">JAWS</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1975</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">57</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">ROCKY</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1976</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">58</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE GOLD RUSH</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1925</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">59</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">NASHVILLE</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1975</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">60</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">DUCK SOUP</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1933</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">61</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SULLIVAN'S TRAVELS</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1941</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">62</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">AMERICAN GRAFFITI</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1973</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">63</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">CABARET</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1972</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">64</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">NETWORK</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1976</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">65</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE AFRICAN QUEEN</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1951</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">66</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1981</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">67</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">WHO'S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1966</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">68</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">UNFORGIVEN</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1992</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">69</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">TOOTSIE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1982</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">70</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">A CLOCKWORK ORANGE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1971</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">71</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SAVING PRIVATE RYAN</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1998</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">72</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1994</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">73</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1969</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">74</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1991</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">75</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1967</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">76</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">FORREST GUMP</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1994</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">77</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1976</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">78</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">MODERN TIMES</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1936</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">7<span style="color: red;">9</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE WILD BUNCH</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1969</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">80</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE APARTMENT</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1960</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">81</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">SPARTACUS</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1960</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">82</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SUNRISE</a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1927</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">83</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">TITANIC</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1997</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">84</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">EASY RIDER</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1969</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">85</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">A NIGHT AT THE OPERA</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1935</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">86</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">PLATOON</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1986</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">87</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">12 ANGRY MEN</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1957</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">88</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">BRINGING UP BABY</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1938</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">89</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE SIXTH SENSE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1999</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">90</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">SWING TIME</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1936</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">91</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">SOPHIE'S CHOICE</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1982</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">92</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">GOODFELLAS</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1990</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">93</span></a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">THE FRENCH CONNECTION</span></a></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807"><span style="color: red;">1971</span></a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">94</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">PULP FICTION</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1994</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">95</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">THE LAST PICTURE SHOW</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1971</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">96</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">DO THE RIGHT THING</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1989</a></span></td></tr>
<tr style="height: 13pt;"><td sclass="lttext" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">97</a></b></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #b5161e;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">BLADE RUNNER</a></span></span></td><td class="lttext" style="font-size: 9pt;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878652807">1982</a></span></td></tr>
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There are <a href="http://www.afi.com/100years/">more lists</a> broken down into genres and best of each genre, but I have only challenged myself to see all the ones listed on the AFI Top 100: 10th Anniversary list. Once I am done with the list, maybe I'll go back and watch the ones I had already watched before I challenged myself to see the rest, but let's cross that bridge (On the River Kwai?!) when we come to it. Enjoy!</div>
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jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-12846075419108799812012-05-09T13:54:00.000-05:002012-05-09T14:09:35.811-05:00Come Mister Tally Man, Tally Me BananaIt's been awhile since I last took a crack at my blog. Initially I wasn't working on it because I took the challenge to write everyday this year (which sounds counter intuitive, I know) and I was distracting myself with this blog from the writing I really love, all my various ideas and half-started screenplays & plays. For some reason, even though I am the most exhilarated when I am letting my stories take off, I am always procrastinating, putting them off to write another day. I think it is fear, more than anything, the fear that I won't be as good as I hope to be. But I am gradually overcoming it. Because who has ever heard of a screenwriter that didn't write scripts? And that is what I eventually want to be. At this point. So there is that. But I got the urge to come back here and reach out to anyone who's still listening. And I believe the best place to start back up is with the Proust Questionnaire.<br />
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"In the late 19th century, the French writer, Marcel Proust, stumbled upon a questionnaire called 'An Album to Record Thoughts, Feelings, etc.' Proust answered the survey several times in his life and helped popularize the revelatory questions, which became known as the Proust Questionnaire, as a way to uncover a subject's true characteristics and emotions ever since." Here goes nothin'.......</div>
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My smile and/or my ability to talk to anyone.</div>
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Moving on from my past, overcoming fears and creating on a life of experience, purpose and love that I can be proud of and pass along. I'm making some headway :)</div>
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Dying before I get a chance to prove myself and feel like I have made my mark.</div>
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William Goldman, Nabokov, David Sedaris, F. Scott, Tina Fey, John Hughes, Cameron Crowe, Woody Allen.</div>
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James Ragan, E.A. Mares, T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Virginia Woolf.</div>
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Ferris Bueller, Captain Ron, Kermit the Frog.</div>
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Auntie Mame, Kate Bjorkman, Penny Lane, J.B. Fletcher.</div>
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The Beatles, Jenny Lewis, the Talking Heads, the Allman Brothers.</div>
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My mom, my husband, Goldie Hawn, Jim Henson, Tina Fey.<br />
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Ignorance.<br />
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Focus.<br />
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At peace.<br />
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Antsy.<br />
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Procrastination.<br />
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Stay alive as long as you live.<br />
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Josephine, Jojo, Jo, Josie, Jojo Bunny, Bunny Girl, Hunka Monka, Babaloo, (College Nicknames) --------> Hoe, Hoe Hoe, Jose, Jose Cuervo, Jose Ballsack, Ballsack, Bozek, Phiner, Pheeny, Josephine Evelyn Jude Bozek Jr. III, Wifey <br />
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<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/david-frum/christopher-hitchens-1949_b_1152895.html">http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/david-frum/christopher-hitchens-1949_b_1152895.html</a><br />
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Happy Holidays. Until last year, I didn't realize we were assaulting Christmas and Christians. I have always said Happy Holidays, even when I was a Christian, because guess what? I am including New Year's and sometimes if I am starting early enough, Thanksgiving. Since I became Buddhist, I also realized how rude it really is to assume that everyone around you shares your beliefs, to assume that the person next to you does not celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Winter Solstice, which are all equally important to the people that celebrate them and right around the same time as Christmas. Which, by the way, I know we have all heard by now that Christmas happens when it does because Pagans were targeted for conversion. What better way to do that than roll their holiday into yours? This HISTORICAL FACT does not take away from Christmas, but you need to chill out. Please, stop thinking you are being assaulted. The Happy Holidayers are just trying to be all-inclusive. Just start coexisting like your bumper sticker suggests. And Happy Holidays.</div>
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<i>The Sitter</i> came out on Friday, 12/9 starring Jonah Hill. It looks like a modernized <i>Adventures in Babysitting</i> (one of my all-time favorites), without the Thor references or the lovely Shue. Even so, it looks like a pretty good revamp if you are a fan of Jonah Hill, so let's all go see it and report back. Note: this one looks pretty raunchy, hence the R rating, so I would not recommend you go to this movie if <i>Superbad</i> or anything like it is not your cup of tea. For example, the trailer opens with Jonah Hill going down on a girl. </div>
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For you TV/Travel Channel/Bourdain lovers, his new series, <i>The Layover</i>, is a great treat. He has X amount of hours in a city and hits the highlights. So far I have seen New York City, Rome & Miami and I am hooked. There are snippets of firsthand knowledge from people on the street that help you get a feel for the city's culture as a whole. If you have ever had to rush through a place, this is a show you can relate to and glean some mega tips from.</div>
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My latest obsession is Carnation's $5 Famous Fudge kits. Yes. I said $5. And fudge kits. I picked one up at a local IGA and made it for an ornament party this past weekend. It was not only incredibly easy to make since the box has the pan, marshmallows, "sugar mix", chocolate chips & evaporated milk(you just supply the butter), but it was some of the best fudge I have ever had. It wasn't the kind that is so sweet your teeth are screaming. I love sugar, but not an obscene amount. While you can either give these kits to yourself or as gifts, I think the most appropriate way to give this kit is as a hostess gift. So here's my idea: buy two kits, make one, give the other as your gift so that way the hostess can try how great it is and then will have it on hand for the next holiday party she has to go to and is too exhausted to be too elaborate after hostessing a party already. S'wonderful, s'marvelous.</div>
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Since we are in the middle of December, you should probably listen to my new favorite Christmas album, <i>A Very She & Him Christmas</i>. It's cute, it's fun, Zooey sings a lot of Beach Boys Christmas tunes along with some of the classics. Love that they flip the lyrics for "Baby, It's Cold Outside".</div>
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You don't WANT to hear Christmas music, you say? Well, fine then. If that is the case, listen to the Velvet Underground. They have great tongue-in-cheek lyrics with that fabulous, nitty gritty rock n roll sound. Perfect for cold weather and cloud coverage.</div>
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Want something new? You are really demanding, you know that? Listen to Aloe Blacc's <i>Good Things</i>. You may recognize his song "I Need A Dollar" from the opening to <i>How to Make it in America</i> (one of my favorite HBO shows) but my love for that song lead me to his 2010 album. I love it. He is the modern day Bill Withers. Enjoy!</div>
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At this point, you may be saying to yourself, "This bitch is still too cheerful. I want to think, MAN. I want to feel something real, MAN." Fine. Fuck off. Do you like comedy and comedians? Listen to Marc Maron's podcast, WTF. It's the perfect cure for the seeking comedic mind who wants to get into the heads of their favorite people. Some of my close male friends got me hooked last year. I think what I love about Maron the most is that he is so honestly desperate to understand how these people tick and what their secret is. He asks the questions I would ask as a post-grad film major who wants to make people laugh and be successful but feels like they are on the outside looking in and has no idea where the goddamn doorknob to this glamorous bubble is in the first place. Too revealing? Perhaps. But you will not regret either going online and listening or getting the app for your iPhone and donating some money to the cause. The best part: Maron's seeking mind has now made him relevant. I think the secret is, figure out who & what you are & run with it aka be yourself. Great episodes include: Patton Oswalt, Paul Reiser, Conan O'Brien, Ed Helms, Norm MacDonald and Anthony Bourdain. But all will be wonderful. I promise: <a href="http://www.wtfpod.com/">www.wtfpod.com</a></div>
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As a Michigan girl, I grew up with parents big on the real deal Christmas trees. I grew up with plenty of people that faked it, but we didn't fuck around in my house. Moving to Oklahoma, pine trees are not really prevalent so fake is usually the way, but if you are in the OKC/Norman area, look no further! There is a family from Cadillac, Michigan that parks in that parking lot next to Panera on the corner of 24th and Main. You can get wreaths, tree stands & of course trees of all shapes & sizes and in impeccable condition. They are great people that come down after Thanksgiving and leave just before Christmas with prices no different than up North where your tree only moves 10 feet from where it grew. You know what they say, "Once you buy real...."</div>
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It wouldn't be Christmas without eggnog (unless you are gross and don't like eggnog), so take your pick. There's lots on the market from the traditional, to the alcoholic to the soy versions. Now if you are wanting to jazz it up, I totally support that as a Polish/Scottish/Irish descended daughter of an alcoholic. Want some rum with that nog? Sailor Jerry's will do you right. It's potent, sweet, reasonably priced and will get the job done. Lactose intolerant? Silk makes some great nog as well as a mint chocolate drink. Want to make your own adult version of the mint chocolate? Get chocolate milk or Silk and some Rumplemintz BOOM you got yourself a stew. Sound like too much work? Pennsylvania Dutch eggnog is wonderful. Want the full enchilada with all the cream and eggs you can stand? In Michigan, Quality Dairy is your homeboy. In Oklahoma, Braum's will be your nog of choice. Where do you nog?</div>
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Hopefully I have pointed you in the direction of some things to make the next couple weeks a little deeper than an ABC Family Christmas movie. Don't forget your poinsettias (which are NOT poisonous for animals, they discovered!), your tree, and most of all, the realization that holidays are for having fun and enjoying the company of your loved ones. They're all batshit, but they're all you have got at the end of the day and someday, I know you don't believe me, but you will miss them, warts and all. So suck it up and chug your Sailor Nog in your Christmas sweater and tell your grandma for the twentieth time your name, school you dropped out of and why you are not married &/or do not have kids.</div>
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bunny </div>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-92061718608417957582011-11-17T12:47:00.001-06:002011-11-29T13:19:05.826-06:00Flavors of the Month: NovemberEvery month there is something to get excited about. The weather changes, fashion changes, new movies come out & the social calendar becomes restocked full of exciting adventures. So I will be keeping you in the loop. I know we are a little ways into November already, but maybe you haven't gotten fired up like I am and need some kindling for your soul bonfire.<br />
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The first weekend of November, some of my husby's and my best friends had everyone over for a day of football and home brewing lessons. We got to drink the fruits of their labor in the form of an amber they had brewed a month prior and then learned by making batches of pumpkin porter and holiday spice beer. It was lots of fun and I loved the whole process (I got to help strain the goodness into a bucket!). There are learn to brew classes popping up all over the place and I suggest you hop (get it?) in on one or hook up with a friend who already does it on their own. I believe the new DIY/getting back to basics trends like home brewing, sewing, knitting, carpentry, screen printing, wine making, collecting vinyls etc. are a positive reaction to all of the technology that has gotten us away from physically creating & collecting. Find something that has always interested you and master it!<br />
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<i>The Muppets</i> FINALLY comes out this month, Wednesday the 23rd (the day before Thanksgiving). <i>The Great Muppet Caper</i> is still my favorite, but anything to do with the Muppets is pure gold. Apparently Jason Segel (who wrote this film) cried his first day on set with Kermit and everyone had to break. If anyone was going to write this newest installment, he was definitely worthy of the job. So go see it. Thank you.<br />
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On Tuesday, the 15th, my husby and I saw The Pixies live in Bricktown! They are currently on their Lost Cities Tour playing their masterpiece album, Doolittle, while hitting all of the cities they have never played in. They were even better live and you could tell they were all having a great time. Probably some of the most memorable moments of the show were when they opened with <i>Un Chien Andalou</i> playing on the big screen, "La La Love You" and when they fogged out the stage and audience during "Into the White." I also aspire to be as effortlessly cool as Kim Deal. Pixies are wonderful any time of year, but the crisp autumn air is paired perfectly with their sound.<br />
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Their opening band, Imaginary Cities, from Winnipeg, were by far the best opener I have seen. The lead singer, Marti, sounded like a sexy cat cartoon character with awesome moves like Janis Joplin and even a little Shirley Temple thrown in. Let's just say she was an adorable badass. Their music is right up the Pixies' alley, but less grungy. Loved when the guitarist, Rusty, switched from piano to rocking out on his guitar. Check. Them Out.<br />
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The Horrors' new album, <i>Skying</i>, is great for this time of year also. They hearken back to The Smiths, The Cure and The Thompson Twins with just a pinch of surfer rock in some of their songs.<br />
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'Tis the season for Thanksgiving. Please stop jumping straight to Christmas, Thanksgiving is the best. It is my absolute favorite holiday because there is no expectations other than creating amazing dishes and getting together with your loved ones so you can eat like fatasses and fall asleep while drinking and watching Lions football. Then you get to wake up, have dessert and more leftovers and watch <i>Planes, Trains & Automobiles</i>. And continue to drink. Quit jumping the gun & enjoy this low-maintenance holiday. Stay tuned for details on a Hobo Potluck we will be hosting the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My Thanksgiving secret weapon shall be revealed at that time!<br />
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I am devoted to L'Oreal Paris' nail polish in Devotion. This picture doesn't really do it justice, but it is a strange taupey cocoa color that can appear more cocoa in some light, purple-ish in another and even charcoal in others. I originally was on the hunt for Essie's Hot Cocoa nail polish, but when I compared the two, Devotion won my heart (& it was $3 cheaper!). I may still pick up hot cocoa, but it has a bit more warmth with hints of cognac, while Devotion is a flatter color. GET IT NOW.<br />
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My freshman year at Michigan State, I roomed blind. My roommate and I hated each other most of our first semester, but by the end of it, we became great friends. I realized she was basically a younger version of my mom. Go figure. We still keep in touch, but one thing I took away from that experience that always keeps her close to me, is her affinity for crazy old lady/old man sweaters. They were always somewhere between a 1970s ski trip sweater and a Peruvian llama sweater. Now I too have a collection and this season, thanks to Rachel Zoe, I found out Stella McCartney gives my old roomie and I some legitimacy. Go with the hip grandma look and you will not only be cozy but chic.<br />
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Keep a look out for some more new featurettes, including Party On, Dude, where I will chronicle the themed parties I host. I will not only show you our Halloween Bash, but our Hobo Potluck the Saturday after T-Day!<br />
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<i>Turkey Time and warm November days,</i><br />
<i>bunny</i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-88693067327365071132011-11-11T10:10:00.001-06:002011-11-11T11:03:51.715-06:00Working Girl: Back to BasicsAs boring as it can be, you need your neutral, classic pieces. Tops & bottoms in white, cream, beige, black, gray, brown, tan, etc, will all be your best friends in your new work wardrobe. When you slowly build this core up, you can pair one of the neutrals with a bright or patterned top or bottom that will let you express yourself, but also be grounded and mature. Plus, when you have a good line of neutrals, it's way easier to get up and throw together a great outfit after you drank a little too much the night before.<br />
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On an episode of What Not to Wear, they had a young woman with no confidence in her ability to put together professional outfits. Her outfits were too casual or too bright because she thought that neutrals were boring, but she was moving up and needed to be taken seriously. Stacy & Clinton came to her rescue and explained that she could still be youthful & have fun with her wardrobe, but there was a method: find something you like, something you love & add some bling. Basically, find a flattering neutral for your top or bottom, add a fun top or bottom that you love, then put on the amazing shoes with personality &/or funky & blingy jewelry to top it all off. Don't overdo the bling, but with a neutral at the base of any outfit, you will look great!<br />
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The outfit I am showcasing today is not the most exciting outfit I have, but it is one that is flattering, I get lots of compliments on & it is SUPER comfortable. Most of all, it's got those lovely neutrals with personality that we all love (or will learn to love).<br />
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My ruffled blouse and basic black pencil skirt both hail from JCPenney. Some people scoff at good 'ol JCP, but if you want quality stuff at a reasonable price, they are a better option than most. Some love Kohl's, but they just don't have the same quality and they are usually more expensive. JCPenney's best brand for work neutrals is Worthington. For your funky stuff, try I <3 Ronson. American Living is another good one that can be a little mom-ish, but it is meant to be an adult preppy line like JCrew. Sometimes they have great funky pieces, but for the most part, they have lots of classic patterns & styles. </div>
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December, I was promoted from my job as a lowly sales assistant to an executive
assistant at the company’s corporate
office. It’s still entry-level, but at
least I have my own space and I am no longer crawling on my hands and knees
cleaning and organizing. Chained to a
desk with a stricter dress code and a wardrobe of college student/boho chic, I
found myself lost at sea when it came to work apparel. I also found myself getting depressed over my
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has almost been a year now and I am finally starting to feel like I have more
options, not only in the variety of pieces I own, but in my ability to funkify
my neutral drone wardrobe, while still staying in dress code.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;">These limitations have, in turn, inspired my
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yet stylish outfits for work, so I have set out to guide you through this
frightening time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;">Frightening, not just
because you are a young professional with rules on how you can dress, but
frightening because you are most likely a twentysomething who is on the same
rollercoaster I am; somewhere between bliss and hysteria, fully aware that time
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week I will post my favorite work and Casual Friday outfits and/or answer office
survival questions.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;">For example, what
pieces you should have to make your groggy mornings easier and your outfits
sleeker, where you can find these (reasonably priced!) pieces, the dos and
don’ts for office apparel, along with any other advice on surviving office
life, from Lean Cuisines to community coffee to catty coworkers.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 48px;">I am still a rookie myself, but with a year
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<i>bunny</i></div>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-10890936014282127072011-10-07T11:18:00.000-05:002011-10-07T19:23:40.070-05:00This little Miss Piggy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love Halloween. My sister loves Halloween. My mom loves Halloween. We are a Halloween kind of family. For my sister and I, it's not only about the costumes, but the spookiness - cemetaries, horror movies, fun Halloween movies, etc. My mom likes some of that, but she is all about the costumes. I mean, my mom is a badass seamstress that's been doing it since she was 10 or 11 and actually made an elaborate Victorian walking dress when I was little just so she could get professionally photographed in it. She wore a powdered wig & a beauty mark and got the perfect backdrop & everything. And it was professionally framed in my house throughout my childhood. I told you. Hardcore.<br />
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This Halloween is especially exciting because I have a house now, so we are going to deck that shit out & throw the best Halloween party EVER. EVER. So my sister was showing me her costume options as a sexy sailor, which of course made me want to look for my costume gear. This year I will be Miss Piggy. I LOVE the Muppets & I LOVE Miss Piggy. For some reason I always loved the divas when I was growing up. Probably because they made me laugh & I loved the huge personalities & amazing clothes. For instance, I LOVE Kate Capshaw in <i>Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom</i>. By far my favorite Indy flick and a lot of that has to do with Capshaw. I would howl with laughter at all of her scenes as I watched that movie at least a couple times a week, from when I was three until around five years old. Again, hardcore.</div>
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I am officially quitting while I am ahead. Please let me know which Miss Piggy look you think I should go for. And/or your favorite Indiana Jones movie. And/or your favorite Muppet movie. And I also need, no matter what else you decide to comment on, I NEED you to exclaim at HOW ADORABLE that teacup pig & that itty bitty bunny are. And should I change my profile pic to one or the other? Is it legal to do the pig? Ooh! And tell me what you are going to be for Halloween and/or what your and your favorite costume you have ever worn! Pictures make me happy so feel free if my blog has that capability!</div>
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jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-61120561113178413052011-09-16T12:56:00.000-05:002011-09-19T13:25:38.585-05:00Cry, Little SisterI'm the worst. We get it. Here is what I have been up to:<br />
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My friend, <a href="http://25singlewhitefemale.wordpress.com/">25SWF</a> (you should totally read her blog about her dating escapades), told me about the <a href="http://www.reddirtchronicles.com/art/">Imaginary Family Project for Red Dirt Chronicles</a>. Basically, you apply to write for the project & if you are accepted, you choose from a bunch of old photos that Quentin (the guy who runs this awesome project) has and proceed to make up a story about it. It can be long or short, a poem, a news article - however you want to express the photo in written form. So I picked the photo of the lady getting kids' clothes out of the back of a car and tied together stories of my mom, grandma, great-grandma, sister, aunties & my imagination. Even my knowledge of Alfred Hitchcock from Film school played its part.<br />
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What else have I been doing? Well, I have seen all of the Frankie & Annette beach movies you can watch on Instant. They were awesome! I have to say, Bikini Beach was probably my favorite. Unlike Beach Party or How To Stuff A Wild Bikini, Annette seems to be more of an independent lady, Frankie & Annette even have a duet about loving each other for being themselves. And Annette is feisty and doesn't put up with Frankie's shit! And he totally goes with it. Unlike How To Stuff A Wild Bikini where he blatantly cheats on her with island women and she takes this crazy self-righteous stance while he spies on her with Buster Keaton through a pelican. Beware of Frankie's terrible British accent & hyena laugh as the "Potato Bug". Don Rickles makes up for it. Beach Party is still a classic, even when Annette sings her creepy song when Frankie leaves her for the Marilyn doppelganger. I'm telling you, watch these movies.<br />
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I also officially love Arsenic & Old Lace (GREAT Halloween movie). Cary Grant makes me fall even more in love with him and the hilarious chaos and plot twists clearly influenced The 'Burbs (another favorite).<br />
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Also obsessed with Katharine Hepburn and Desk Set (a great Christmas flick!). First of all, Katharine is always a pleasure. She's chic & she gets down to the brass tacks. When she is paired with Spencer Tracey, they are dynamite. Desk Set was especially good and if you watch it, keep in mind its key line, "Assume nothing." Or something like that. Don't assume anything. Okay? But the movie is fabulous and I love Katharine and her coworkers; great single ladies in the city turning the idea of what a woman should be on its head, even today, but not in an overly aggressive, killing their cause way. And why can't my lack of punctuality be as charming as Katharine's?<br />
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So there have been lots of movies & writing in my spare time & unfortunately no time for my bloggy. But now I am back, I am addicted to Twitter on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/josiebozie">@josiebozie</a> and I am loving this new Blogger layout. Also, I need more money for clothes & I wish I was able to attend all the Fashion Weeks.<br />
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Also, super excited for She & Him to release their Christmas album on October 25. It will be mine. Oh yes - it will be mine.<br />
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<i>bunny</i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-34654145208265817062011-08-03T13:54:00.000-05:002011-08-03T13:54:14.933-05:00What happened to XXL?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">New favorite song. Please make up dance moves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>bunny</i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-45787239952358385242011-07-19T15:42:00.010-05:002011-07-20T14:17:40.971-05:00Goo Goo GagaBefore House of Gaga, she was just Stefani Germanotta, an incredibly talented brunette from NYC. Unfortunately, being herself wasn't getting her where she wanted to be, so she created a whole persona, something many performers have done and continue to do. Great, no big deal. I had finally come to appreciate Lady Gaga and enjoy her music and the whole event that Lady Gaga has made herself to be. Through this carnival of influences, she can be a mega star that can really push a message of universal acceptance of anything or anyone "different" in a much grander way than she ever could as just plain Stefani Germanotta. She's a strong, tough lady who is wise beyond her years and accomplishing a phenomenon that I can only applaud her for. This has always been my argument for her.<br />
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In her music, she always has a breakdown in the middle that sounds like a sample from another strong music figure. Examples: In "Poker Face" she sounds just like Peaches. That gnarly, school-teaching badass bitch who has been heard in movies like <i>Lost in Translation</i> and collaborated recently with bands like The Flaming Lips. She's just a little too hardcore for mainstream radio, but she has a following. In "Paparazzi," her breakdown sounds like Gwen Stefani in "Hollaback Girl." "Alejandro" sounds like an Ace of Base song and the video looks like Madonna's "Like a Prayer" video. "Born This Way" is like Madonna's "Express Yourself." Even "You and I" sounds like the Billy Joel's "Vienna."<br />
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I know there are plenty more, but let's make my point. All of these people before her have been there and done that. Madonna clearly paid homage to Marilyn Monroe in her "Material Girl" video, giving us the wink that she knows she's not the first blonde bombshell to push the envelope. She also openly admitted to taking dance and fashion cues from underground drag queen proms that took place in New York City. In fact, you can watch an entire documentary, <i>Paris is Burning</i>, on the very people she borrowed from.<br />
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Part of me knows quotes can be taken out of context. Another part of me knows that there is an empire that needs to be protected/doesn't care b/c they know the fans don't. I also know firsthand that there are truly accidents where you either don't know or were influenced and didn't even remember it happening. For instance, on a much smaller scale, I once gave an impromptu (& unsolicited) stand-up routine to a room of fellow high school classmates about mice giving nonstop birth in a shed while my mom screamed and tried to swat them off a tennis racket. After class, one of my good friends pulled me aside and said it had happened to her. Oops. There's actually a bit like that in one of my favorite books, <i>The Unlikely Romance of Kate Bjorkman</i>,<i> </i>too. My bad. But I was funny, right? <br />
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No matter what the reasoning, my only advice to Gaga (b/c she asked me for it the other day) is to try and not look like an ass by saying stuff about God giving you songs like you are Billy Graham. And you should probably do a little research before you perform to make sure you aren't stepping on toes (or fins, in the case of Bette Midler). No one wants to look as silly as Vanilla Ice did (about 1 minute in):<br />
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And anyways, shouldn't you be more worried about things like health care, national debt, an abused Earth, civil rights, corrupt lawmakers or media moguls and corporations with too much power? Or, more than anything, shouldn't you be doing your job that many unemployed people would gladly take? I know I should be. But that shit is depressing.<br />
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*so I'm not the world calling the orange blue**, this is a direct quote (early 2000s, Kazi Bonner)<br />
<i>**</i>this is from a Federico Garcia Lorca quote "The world is blue like an orange." I could go all day. Ok, not all day. That's all I've got.<br />
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P.S. If we are going to call her out, I would just like to say that I am famous for not wearing pants. DAMN HER. <i> </i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-30614329570544165042011-07-18T20:23:00.006-05:002011-07-26T10:14:35.823-05:00Dream A Little DreamI had a the craziest dream with all my biggest fears mashed together about a month ago and I TOTALLY forgot to tell you. At the time of this nightmare, I was really self-conscious about my job and felt like my boss was avoiding me like a girl he hopes will break up with him if he ignores her enough. I was also in the process of my house being built. I am also always on the verge of my next twenty-something meltdown so life fears come in to play as well as fears relating to the close relationship I have with my mom and sister and the HUGE guilt complex that weighs heavy on my life. Now that you are cringing at what a mess I am:<br />
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It starts with my husby and I walking through an art museum with one of his friends from college who is now a successful film critic and playwright in LA. Well she brought her boyfriend who didn't have much of a face in this dream BUT as we were walking around and my husby was dressed like a douchebag with a backwards cap and a polo (which is NOT his style) he kept ripping on me with his friend for how lame I supposedly am. Then he said that because of said lameness, he wanted a divorce. Like, a for reals divorce. Not the one we joke about all the time in real life. But a real one. And he was so casual about it. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was texting while he told me this. So then his friend tells me that she never respected me b/c I am with someone that treats me like that and I allow it to happen. Unfair! (She is not like this in real life, FYI, so cool your jets.)<br />
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I awoke momentarily to make sure my husband had not left me and when I dozed off again, I was on a trip with everyone I knew. Like, EVERYONE: close friends from Michigan and Oklahoma, most of my coworkers at my current job, as well as people from my study abroad group. Our trip was a quick drive to Turkey in my blue Fit. All of us. You know what a Fit is, right? <br />
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So at some point, my old boss, the one before the one ignoring me like a lame girlfriend in real life, but from the same company, comes to tell me that my Fit isn't working b/c my friend had either slashed the tires or ruined the engine somehow and we all needed to leave the next day and if I didn't figure something out, I would be letting down the whole company and could lose my job. So I am repeatedly telling all my friends now, "Please don't book a flight, I'll figure it out," even though in my head I'm thinking, "I really don't want to fit all of you bastards into my Fit again so it would really be more convenient if you did."<br />
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First thing's first, I go to the house that my friend is staying in and I confront him. "Why the hell did you fuck up my car? I have to figure something out now!" To which he goes berserk on me about going off his medication b/c he's sick of it and then proceeds to grab a drawer and run out on the lawn, screaming nonsense and dumping toys and trash on the ground. Also, nothing like said friend.<br />
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So then I run off to talk to my sister and she says my mom is really mad and disappointed in me and refuses to talk to me. So now my anxiety is up even more and I make my sister take me to the Turkish marketplace so I can see for myself. Now the scene has changed to old school, ultra sandy and windy desert marketplace with people bartering left and right, speaking Turkish and my mom is now running one of these stands and refuses to even look at me. My sister is all, "See? I told you. Leave us alone."<br />
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So then I run back to this weird Northern Michigan summer camp of houses that everyone I know is staying in and I am running around in this house that is supposedly the one that I built and the flooring has been put in. I work in flooring in real life so this aspect of my new build house was uber important to me. So when I go inside, it's mostly this weird velvet carpet that is all these dark maroons and greens and blacks and grays that is supposed to look like a stone walkway. Some of it is even installed up the wall and in the kitchen but then there is a weird patch of laminate by the sink for water that will get on the floor. So I am flipping out. Everyone is thinking I am crazy and wondering why I'm so upset. There is some laminate too but that is only in the tiny living room when you first walk into my tri-level house. FYI my house isn't tri-level. Nonsense.<br />
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I go outside and I run into one of my friends from my study abroad who used to be pretty quiet, but blossomed on our study abroad. Well she starts telling me how she and one of my good friends who was also on our study abroad were going to stay in Turkey for awhile and why don't I join them? I'm like, dude, I got all these people to get back home tomorrow and my husband. Which then makes her go into judgmental mode that's all about me ruining my life by getting married and now I can't decide to stay in Turkey on a whim and that's why she and my friend are great friends and I am a loner. We have this chat as we walk through the Turkish marketplace as I secretly look for my mom who apparently has closed up her shop for the day.<br />
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At this point I woke up. My anxiety was skyrocketing, but my husband is still with me, my house turned out great and my family is NOT mad and giving me the silent treatment. O, and no one ruined my car or drove it to Turkey.<br />
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Now my friends may judge me for being married at a young age and sometimes I even judge myself b/c it goes against what I had always believed in, BUT if marriage means the end of your life and your freedom and your fun, then you are probably right b/c it sounds like you have already decided you are going to let your life die if/when you get married. But your life is always happening and you can have wonderful times of growth and happiness at any age and any marital status as long as you are confident in your choices, find the beauty in their outcomes and always find a way to work your current situation to your advantage. And as long as you don't date or marry an unsupportive dickhole, which fortunately is NOT my case. So step off, Judge Judy. HA! Bet you didn't think you'd get a life lesson outta that one.<br />
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<i>velvet floors and transcontinental Fit trips,</i><br />
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<i>bunny</i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-38714926513516804772011-06-24T14:04:00.001-05:002011-06-24T14:10:07.482-05:00We'll have a Gaye 'ol timeOtis Redding is one of my all-time favorite singers/musicians/artists/people EVER. He sings with so much soul, it always sends chills up my spine. My love for him took me away from a lot of the other Motown/soul/R&B greats for awhile, but I have been rediscovering some of them again, including Marvin Gaye. The more of his music I hear, not just the hits, the more I fall in love. His tragic death adds a tinge of sadness to all of his music, but such is life. He lives on with his gorgeous music and smooth, soulful voice that makes you melt like you just had a nice glass of red. Ok, I'm sorry, I'll stop gushing. But here is one my favorites of Marvin's for you to enjoy on this wonderful Friday afternoon:<br />
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</i></div><div><i>bunny</i></div>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-72742258835364286002011-06-09T10:06:00.001-05:002011-06-10T09:57:31.580-05:00Opposites AttractOne of my dear friends referred me to the blog <u><a href="http://awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.tumblr.com/">Awesome People Hanging Out Together</a></u>. Of course I love this. It's like my obsession with seeing outtakes & making ofs: I like to see these people working & being normal & having fun doing something I have wanted to do my whole life or at some point in my life. And they aren't being a character. It's them. It's like I can't wrap my head around it b/c I become so engrossed by a movie I forget it isn't real. So I stare in awe. There were two that had a great impact on me, though, and they are on completely different ends of the spectrum.<br />
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</div><div>Charlie Chaplin & Helen Keller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg2bfbgPcp1qgfx0uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg2bfbgPcp1qgfx0uo1_500.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div>That one chokes me up. I can't help it and I refuse to explain because it speaks for itself.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Pee Wee Herman & Regis Philbin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llzruiFaJI1qearaqo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llzruiFaJI1qearaqo1_400.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div>This also needs no introduction. But please giggle as much as I did which was approximately one minute before I slipped into shock b/c this photo is so brilliant.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When I was looking through all of these pictures with icons being buddy-buddy, I couldn't help but think of how awesome it all seems, but how mundane some of the conversations probably were. Like, "Dude, I mean Sidney Poitier, I just had the BEST garlic chicken EVER." Love, Barbra Streisand.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately. Busy trying to get the hell out of Dodge and up to Michigan so I can hurry up & relax for a week. Patience is a virtue, though, so think about that...</div><div><br />
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</i></div><div><i>bunny</i></div>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-40431901055614582002011-05-25T12:04:00.002-05:002011-05-25T12:07:10.644-05:00I've got a major WoodyI have been on a Woody Allen kick lately. Not, like, nonstop obsession where I can't eat or sleep unless I hear his nervous stammering at all moments of my day, but a slow, normal fondness that brings me from one of his movies to the next. I have decided I especially love his stuff when Diane Keaton is involved. They have undeniable chemistry that churns out some of my favorite moments on film. And she always has the best clothes. And I just flat out love her. <br />
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So far I have seen <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075686/">Annie Hall</a></i> (which I watched back in high school & loved but need to re-watch), <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061177/">What's Up, Tiger Lily?</a></i> (his first film, which had hilarious voice over on a '60s Asian spy thriller), <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079522/">Manhattan</a> </i>(a complicated love story that pulls you into all of its emotions so much that you actually root for his teen romance), <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0256524/">Curse of the Jade Scorpion</a></i> (which I wanted to see because I always want to see & read anything that had to do with curses, mysteries, magic, unicorns, jade, secrets, outer space and attics) and most recently, <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107507/">Manhattan Murder Mystery</a></i>. <i>Manhattan</i> & <i>Manhattan Murder Mystery</i> made me fall for Woody like I couldn't in high school. I loved his movies back then, but now that I'm older and have seen tons of classic movies, I can fully appreciate all he offers, which is why I need to go back to <i>Annie Hall</i>.<br />
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I become completely absorbed by the world of New York City that he creates and gets me itching to move there. Various influences have made me feel like that over the years, including my sister actually living there & watching <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093936/">Secret of My Success</a></i> a million times, but his New York seems so comforting and natural and it isn't some big glamorous show, it's real people living their real lives. He still gives you his fantastic aerial views of the city and his characters frequent the many landmarks, but the city is a character that is included, but not forced, in such a beautiful way.<br />
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Anyways, I am professionally prescribing to everyone, full doses of <i>Annie Hall</i>, <i>Manhattan</i> & <i>Manhattan Murder Mystery</i>. They are funny, the music is great & if you know your films, all of his homages will make you happy.<br />
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Here is the final scene from Manhattan Murder Mystery that perfectly demonstrates the chemistry between Allen & Keaton as well as the comfortable atmosphere he creates through his style of filmmaking & storytelling. He truly lets the city & his actors make moments that he could never contrive:<br />
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I'm telling you, aren't her clothes the bees' knees? Is it bee's or bees'? Multiple bees would mean multiple, gorgeous bee knees, so I am going to go with multiple. Bees' knees. But aren't they just that exactly?!<br />
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<i>Woody Allen, NYC & the Keaton fashion sense,</i><br />
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<i>bunny</i>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-15489146773933955132011-05-20T09:56:00.000-05:002011-05-20T09:56:17.427-05:00IdolI just had a moment with my husband on AIM:<br />
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We were discussing this season of American Idol & how upset I am with America that Haley got kicked off. She was by far the best. Scotty is great too, but Lauren?! She has a great voice but she is not ready for this. Her stage presence needs work. Ridiculous. But that is neither here nor there. Obviously, America made their (wrong) choice & Haley will just move along with her rad rock n' roll family & Scotty will be singing in Nashville covering classic duets with Sheryl Crow & screwing them up per her usual. And Lauren will join the ranks of Reuben until she grows up a little & gets some confidence. I swear, Lauren, I love you, but Haley is my girl. And mark my words, it's NOT just her song choices & amazing clothes!<br />
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The best part about all of this, is that this is the most I have seen of any season, other than the very first one. It's all my mother-in-law's fault! But see, during the first season, my hubby lived in LA & I was a freshman in high school in Michigan. So why wouldn't we be watching it? Both of our circles were shitting their panties to see what happened next b/c let's be real, Hollywood is one big high school. Anyways, one time he actually saw that Constantine guy at Disney, who was apparently pretty nice. I didn't remember who this guy was b/c I was probably getting my diaper changed when he got kicked off, so as I was looking up a pic & sending it to the husby, he sent a link. And guess what? We sent each other the exact same picture w/o even knowing it:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this is why we're married.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>bunny</i></div>jojo bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17345721858276149785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335529756445025835.post-39348201529635670732011-05-13T14:48:00.003-05:002011-05-17T14:28:55.077-05:00Cheers!Love this. Letter written by Zooey Deschanel to Vogue magazine. If you don't think she is a badass, you have something wrong with you:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*UPDATE* I found out that Ms. Deschanel actually wrote this when she was 17, before she was famous. Which makes her even cooler in my opinion :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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