Rust and Stardust

Oh dear, another Friends Only journal.

Mon, 15 May 2006 01:48:47 GMT

Leave a comment to be added, and George and his beehived assistant will add you back for me. (I hire dead rock stars to do my livejournal bidding, it's so cool.)

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Thinking aloud.

Sun, 14 May 2006 08:11:23 GMT

6:00 --> My Education essay is done, though I need to slip in all my references tomorrow. I have... the first paragraph done on my Military Revolution essay. I have five more to write, not including intro and conclusion. These are both due at 5pm tomorrow which means I'll have to leave at... 2:15. And Liza With A Z is on TV in an hour and a half. Dilemma! What's a stressed, 2500-words-to-write-in-12-hours-on-a-subject-she-knows-nothing-about girl to do? Concentrate on the essay? Or watch Liza be fabulous?

ETA: Or, I could just sit here and listen to Wings until Liza comes on. How the hell am I going to write about these changes in infantry tactics? I don't know what the hell happened, so I'm just going to listen to Band On the Run because I'm lame.

I'm going to go friends only tomorrow because I just realised I don't want complete strangers reading my stupid ramblings. You have been warned.

ETA (again, 8:45): OMGZ LIZA you are so fabulous I want to watch Liza With A Z 4evazzzzzzz.

ETA (12:00, I'm going to be doing this all night): My essay makes no sense, is only half finished and I'm falling asleep. I can hear Lina Lamont in my head shrieking "What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?"

ETA (3:00): FINISHED. The whole ten pages make no sense, but I don't give a shit anymore. Proofreading and references will be sorted when I wake up. Realised I have no ink left in the printer. Damn. Really want to watch Cabaret. Will go play soundtrack loudly instead and wake up sister. Mwa ha ha.

Sun, 07 May 2006 09:34:13 GMT

Saw the Marlene documentary this afternoon. It was so fantastic. I have no words.

Though whenever I watch them give out the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Oscars from now on I'll be hearing Marlene in my head calling it the "deathbed award". Or screaming "Kitsch!" Or... something like that. See this film, it's wonderful.

Also, I went to a huge cattle call recruitment this morning for Greater Union cinemas. Got through the group interview and have a one-on-one tomorrow. I really hope I get through because we all know how much I destest my current job. I'm working three nights this week (after taking this week off, they insist I work extra this week, bastards), and I don't particularly feel like doing surveys on the phone when I could be at home writing my essays. Or not writing my essays, as it happens so far. I have my test and another history paper due Wednesday and three narratives due in Thursday and I'm sure I'm going to die of stress sometime this week. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I only wish they could tell me tomorrow if I have the job at the cinema or not, because then I could call up and cancel my shifts at the call centre this week, hah.

Oh, and the May Day rally was on in Hyde Park today and it was fun to see the communists out, because I do love hearing people call each other "comrade" and chant about united workers and run around with red balloons. Cause it makes me think of "99 Luftballons". Then it makes me think of communists dancing to "99 Luftballoons". Lenin and German 80s pop are fun fun fun.

I'm tired and I wish this book would summarise itself so I could go watch the Logies and cringe.

Es muy facil, es mucho mejor

Fri, 05 May 2006 02:20:43 GMT

I just saw Red Dust for the first time. It was sexy.

Had a big stress/crying fit last night over uni and work. I don't know how I'm going to get through the next few weeks.

Stel, like totes zomgz, these Spanish songs are good. "Es Muy Facil" makes me happy. And "Oye" is just "Hey There" in Spanish, isn't it? It reminds me of the time I heard that Destiny's Child song "Independent Woman" in Hungarian. Funky.

I'm going to listen to lectures, then go for a walk then summarise a book due in tomorrow. The last one will be tricky because Jeremy Black is the most boring historian on the planet. A good historian, and his work forms an important part of my argument in this essay, but I fall asleep every time I try to read his books. Dear historians, please try to be interesting. Nobody is going to be interested in the tactical military reforms of Gustavus Adolphus at the rate you're all going so far.

Spanish, Italian and French historians are way funner. They use exclamation marks, write paragraphs that go nowhere and get really passionate about things like the spread of the trace italienne over the Alps in the 15th century. Or was it the 16th? I know nothing.

Next history course I take I want to do cultural or social history again. That's where the fun is. Last year I got to study 16th century peasant life in France and read this brilliant book on French folktales. The French version of Little Red Riding Hood is crazy - the wolf makes her eat her own grandmother and then strip and get into bed with him before he eats her. Then I read the story of The Great Cat Massacre... which I won't go into here, most people get really freaked out by it, with reason. But that's the fun history - I enjoy studyig politics and economics and wars up to a point, but what I really love is studying culture and mentalities and ordinary lives, which is notoriously difficult to write about, but absolutely fascinating.

Oh God, I just spammed your flists with my history nerd-dom. Sorry. I'll go listen to those lectures now.

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Stress.

Tue, 02 May 2006 12:33:23 GMT

I just realised its after 10pm and I haven't even started my paper on Vichy France and Jews for tomorrow. Damn.

It's getting to the part of semester where I melt into a ball of stress, so please ignore any future posts about how horrid uni and work and essays and life is. I'm really lost at the moment and even though I've cancelled work this week I''m still swimming in confusion and unwritten essay plans. I feel like Wylie Coyote, holding up a tiny "Help!" sign as he falls off a cliff.

A dog was run over by a car this morning as I was walking down the Parkway. It was right behind me, so I didn't see it, but I heard the crack, like a car had run over a plastic box or a hubcap had come crashing to the ground. So I turned around and there was this little dead dog rolling down the road. Brown and white terrier with a blue collar.

Yeah, it's not a good day. Now I have to get to work, or fall asleep in my history tutorial again tomorrow which I can't do because I have to get my participation marks up and actually contribute to the discussion which I should be able to do because I'm writing my essay on Vichy France collaboration which is what we're discussing tomorrow but I can't even write this one page on it right now and I think I'll get in there and just faze out and just convince my teacher further that I'm a deadbrain loser and she knows I'm going to write my essay on collaboration and this paper will be so awful that she'll look at it and question whether I should be taking history at all because I suck, I really do, I love history but I suck at these courses, and I'll get horrid marks and no-one will want to hire me as a teacher because I can't even be a proper student and I suck and uni sucks and works sucks and everything sucks and I should just give up, do a film studies degree because that's something I actually know about but will never actually be able to do anything with or get a job in and I'll just become a homeless busker on Pitt Street, feeding pigeons and amusing German tourists with songs about kookaburras.

Woah. If you understood that sentence, congratulations. Welcome to my brain.

ETA: Ahhh, it's more than an hour later and nothing I've written makes sense. My head hurts, I'm going to bed, I'll have to make up something on the train tomorrow. Damn damn damn. I quit.

Strike dear mistress and cure his heart.

Mon, 01 May 2006 02:18:51 GMT

Went into the Art Gallery and saw Lenny yesterday. Really good film, I recommend it. I heart you, Bob Fosse. This Sunday they'll be showing the Marlene documentary, which should be very interesting, seeing as my knowledge of Marlene Dietrich isn't that good.

One thing I love about going into the Art Gallery in the Domain is that occasionally you'll still get old men standing on soapboxes outside ranting on about corrupt governments, the rights of Australian male workers, things old men usually ramble about. One had a huge picture of John Howrad next to him, illuminated by candles and draped in the Australian, Eureka and US flags. Another stood on a stepladder and fed his dog treats as he delivered a treatise on how Australia has to make vehicles that can fly to the moon. I haven't seen anything like this anywhere else - cities today are so full of noise, of buses and cars and construction and dance music piped out of shopfronts - but if you really listen, what you can't hear is what you'd expect to hear most - voices. Everyone is cuaght up in their own little iPod/mobile world. Which is why I love buskers and spruikers and men on soapboxes. They give the city life, they give it a voice apart from the honking of car horns.

/end reflectiveness.

I've cancelled all my shifts for work this week to concentrate on these essays. I wnat to gte the plans done by Saturday. Things are getting pretty scary now... Uni would be so much fun if it weren't for the assessments.

It's a good week for movies: Crossfire is on tonight on the ABC, which I'll have to tape. Sarah and I stayed up last night to watch a Bollywood movie... I forget what it was called but it had Aishwarya Rai in it (I think she's in every Indian film I see, it's crazy) and Salman Khan (mmmhmm). Then we caught an episode of The Storm Rages Twice (Lebonese soap opera - it's sooooo bad yet so very good; a staple of my late night viewing diet). I tried to stay up later to watch New Faces of 1937 and pick Ann Miller out in the finale but Harriet Hilliard sent me to sleep.

I NEED TO DO MY HOMEWORK AHHHHHHHH.

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 00:33:52 GMT

Something is wrong with Yahoo Australia, so I realised I have to go to the US site to access my emails. What's up, Yahoo? Just because Channel 7 bought you out doesn't mean you should start sucking all of a sudden.

Last night had a Monica Bellucci double - Agents Secrets (with Vincent Cassel, her husband, mmm) and Malèna. YOU ALL MUST SEE MALENA. It's one of the best modern films I've seen. Her performance is magnificent, it's directed by Giuseppe Tornatore, and Giuseppe Sulfaro, who plays Renato, is the funnest. (And, by the way, Tornatore, must you make me cry at the end of all your movies?)

To convince you all to go see it, I'm going to do a picspam.

Now go see it. These photos show how beautiful Bellucci is, but they don't show the horror and the melancholy that creeps into the film by the end. SEE THIS MOVIE.

And, because I like them...

Vincent Cassel and Monica Bellucci - hotter than Brad and Angelina.

And 'cause I was tagged by paularidgeway...

The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 Weird Habits/Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits or things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours...

1. I'm picky about my food, and I know that's a stupid habit, but it is. I refuse to eat quiche, beetroot, raw tomato, kiwifruit, omelette, ginger... it's a long list,and one of my worst faults.
2. I can't read in a moving car because I get motion sickness. It's really annoying.
3. I detest public bathrooms. For a while when I was younger I never even used to go near them. Oh, and I always say "bathroom" instead of "toilet", which annoys some people who think that's too American.
4. I like the song "Band On The Run".
5. I'm petrified of dogs. Even little maltese terriers frighten me. The only dogs I like are old dogs because they don't really move. Or bark. Or do anything, really.
6. I spend weeks not spending a cent, complaining about how broke I am, and then - bam! - I suddenly go on a one day spending spree and end up $150-$300 poorer. Binge spending. Not good.

Tagging... stardustdarling, miss_pipperidge, theinvitation, kathyselden, stars_n_garters, jungle_red

Off to try formulate a thesis about French collaboration during WWII. Wish me luck.

Friday, Friday.

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 23:38:41 GMT

I hereby make a solemn vow that I will NEVER eat KFC again.
Except maybe the chips, because they're much of a muchness. And the fillet burger, but only from Kings Park because I trust them not to drown the fillet in grease until I have enough oil running off my burger to fuel a car.
But everything else is right out.

And I changed my userinfo again. Frank and Marlon are sexy.

My sister has gotten me into anime, a bit. Samurai Champloo and God Save Our King are the bestest. It's good to know that even though studios like Disney have given up hand drawn animation, it's still going strong and reaching such great heights in Japan. Last night we watched Samurai Champloo then John Mills and Jean Simmons in Great Expectations. I loved Jean, Sarah hated her, and we spent the whole time trying to talk like John but we just couldn't get those delicious vowels right. Well, I couldn't anyway. I could never be a London dandy, my vowels are too flat and un-snazzy.

Should I go into the Art Gallery on Sunday and see Lenny? Or stay at home and try write an essay on Nancy in Oliver Twist? Free Dustin Hoffman/Bob Fosse sounds too good to give up, but I'm going out tomorrow and today and Monday, so maybe I should have a day at home to make some headway on my essays. Whaddya think?

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 08:33:43 GMT

3 reasons why I hate my cat right now.

1. He decided my pillow would be perfect for his bed today. My pillowcase was just washed this weekend, and now it has bunches of orange fur all over it. Bastard.
2. Do cats, like, shit for a living?
3. I never let him outside after dark, and yet he's been crying for the past two hours to go outside. Ahhhhhhhhh. He just won't. Shut. Up.

I'm so lost with this Education essay. I can write it, but I've no idea where to find references. They tell us we need at least three besides the textbook, when everything is in the textbook anyway. I know how to research History and English essays, but Cognitive bloody Psychology? Arrrrrrrgh.

SHUT UP CAAAAAAAAT.

I need to go study now. Or strangle my cat. One or the other.

juste un bruit

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 05:39:26 GMT

I'm sorry I only got to see the last ten minutes of Ask Any Girl, because Shirley Maclaine's drunk scene + David Niven bashing up Rod Taylor = joy.

On a completely unrelated note, I need to start studying French again. It's annoying enough when you read something in French and can't translate it; it's even more annoying when you read something and you know you used to be able to translate it but can't anymore. I've been listening to some Paris Combo, I just adore their music, and their lyrics, and it's frustrating not to be able to translate them easily. I'm listening to "Sous La Lune", which I can understand, and I've fallen in love with the lyrics:

Sans rancune, sous la lune
On applaudit les somnambules
Pas trop fort, juste un réconfort
Pour leurs efforts
Dans la nuit, juste un bruit
Celui de leurs pas sur les toits
Cible, ô sensible, tu t'immobilises
Au bord de l'abîme

Trois pas en arrière
Que glacent nos artères
Trois pas en avant
Pour prendre le temps
D'imaginer la chute, mais chuuute...

Still, I don't actually understand what the song is about. Sleepwalkers? The abyss? Huh? Oh well, at least the music is pretty.

ETA: I've been capping some of 8 1/2 and thought I'd put this shot of Marcello Mastroianni up because it makes me giggle. Plus, I love me some Italian man candy.

There's nothing left, all gone and run away.

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 00:05:46 GMT

ANZAC Day. I'm a little sorry I didn't get to go to the dawn service in town, but I have mucho history work to complete. I'm watching The Desert Rats at noon instead - my dad's naval ship is named after Tobruk, and Bud Tingwell is in the movie, so it should be interesting. I also really want to see the new Kokoda film that's come out in cinemas, because it's good to get out there and support an Aussie movie. I'd like to go to Kokoda one day, rather than Gallipoli. My grandfather fought there, and I'd love to travel around Papua New Guinea and see what it's like. Plus, it's closer than Turkey ;)

I made the mistake of walking into Borders yesterday and came out with La Strada, La Dolce Vita, Jules et Jim and the OBC of Bells Are Ringing. Bad Libby, bad.

Watched Velvet Goldmine again last night with my sister after I got home from work. I still have "Come Up And See Me" in my head. Ooooooh la la la.

ETA: I was tagged to do this by blackat81:
1. Trace your latest obsession back to the first entry you mentioned it in your LJ.
2. Post the entry in your LJ, and put this before it.
3. Tag three other people to do this.

Ummmmmmmmmmm. Hell, what's my current obsession? I have too many. I'll just spam you with this icon I found by oollah:

Oh yeah.

I hope you're having fun.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 14:25:33 GMT

*sings*BAAAAAAND on the run,
BAAAAAAAAAND on the run,
and the gaoler main and sailor sam were searching everyone for the
band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run...

I go kind of crazy when I've just finished an essay early in the morning. Wings kind of crazy. I need to go to bed.

*sings*BAAAAAND ON THE RUUUUUN...

What the hell is this song about? Next up I'll be singing to "Baby I'm Amazed" Or is it "Maybe I'm Amazed"? I'm confused. Paul and Linda are confusing me.

Hello caffeine, my old friend.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 08:44:44 GMT

I HATE the last seven weeks of semester. Too many essays due, too many exams and too many late nights in front of the computer trying to find some bullshit to write about some vague historical debate while I curse myself for drinking Coke to stay awake after I swore off it last year.

But there's free films in the Art Gallery to keep me entertained. I forced my mother to drive me back to Sydney earlier this morning so I could go in and see The Bad and The Beautfiful. It was one of the scratchiest prints I've ever seen, but it was worth it. Seeing the film on TV didn't really wow me that much, but on the big screen with a lively audience everything seemed to come together. Vincente Minelli (ETA: MINNELLI. PLease, Libby, learn how to spell.) may have been acting gentlemanly when he said Lana Turner was a great actress, but in a lot of her scenes I thought she was fantastic. And Dick Powell, Gloria Grahame and Gilbert Roland, how I do love ye.

Hah, I just said "ye".

So now I absolutely MUST finish this essay while my family watches Backyard Blitz in the next room. Gah. Jamie Durie, please die. Fall into a decorative water feature and just drown, or something.

ETA: NO! My extra-specially-groovy Film In History course for next semester has been cancelled. I may have to take on an extra Education course instead. Dammit. So, what shall it be? Philosophy Issues in Education, Motivation in Learning and Teaching, Human Variation in Education, a course on gifted students or Student Problem Solving? Cause it's all fun fun fun... *coughs*

Spam of Random.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 22:11:05 GMT

Anyone else miss Bill and Ted? Playing Twister with Death = cool.

Yay for rediscovering all my music and picture files on my old computer. Especially this:

Fred makes me lol.

This weekend we're heading up to Newcastle, and I have to beg my mother to let me go back on Sunday morning so I can get to the Art Gallery and see The Bad and The Beautiful. Because I want to see Lana's crash scene on the big screen. How awesomeness.

My microphone is broken, which means no Reelcast segment for me. Le sigh. And I was so excited 'cause it gave me an excuse to listen to the Klenzrite commercial song. It makes me want to buy Klenzrite. If it existed, I would so have it. Just so I could stick the box on my head and do the little dance to the song.

Hahaha, I can't believe I just said that.

Changed my layout to a Last Tango In Paris thingamer. May change it to a Vertigo or La Strada thingamer. Have to get abck to work now, but may just sit here a bit longer and listen to these Babyshambles acoustic recordings. Sarah is right - acoustic is better than the album.

LMAO, the media player just skipped from Babyshambles to Barbra Streisand. I'd like to hear Pete Doherty record "Don't Rain On My Parade", that would be mucho fun.

Ouch.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 01:58:34 GMT

Does anyone ever get cramps in their legs when they're lying in bed at night? I know that a lot of people get them when they're swimming or exercising, but I always seem to get them when I'm trying to sleep. And it doesn't make sense. Last night I got the worst one ever, and I was screaming and Sarah had to come and massage my leg - but that just made it worse, and made it hurt more. I couldn't even grab my leg without it hurting, I couldn't flex my foot because my calf muscle had seized up so badly. Sarah tried to explain it had something to do with lactic acid and that it may have something to do with the thyroid condition I may have inherited from my mum, because you're not meant to cramp while you're sleeping. I'm not sure if that's right. And this is why I'd like to know if anyone else ever gets leg cramps while they're sleeping, because then I'll know it's not just me.

Anyway. My calf is still cramped up today, which is unusual. Fun times, kiddies.

I have an awesome idea for one of my histroy essays. We have to come up with our own question, but one of the lecturer's ideas was to write about resistance during WWII in Europe and how that fits into national narratives. Something like that. So I thought I'd narrow that down to one country, which is France because they've more sources, and I have some familiarity with the language, which is a great help because historians seem to assume that translations are pointless. But then I thought writing about resistance is boring, and the French do tosh on about it a bit too much, so I'll talk about collaboration instead. Fun! Cause that's a subject the French aren't touchy about at all.

TCM doesn't want me to write my essays. The Shop Around The Corner, The Philadelphia Story and Four Wives in the one week? I am doomed to fail history and just watch James Stewart and Priscilla Lane movies for the rest of my life.

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 22:48:00 GMT

John Malkovich in Dangerous Liaisons = yum. Lace cuffs are always sexy, and I don't know why.

How am I supposed to write two coherent essays on the "Gunpowder Revolution" and collaboration between the French and the Germans during WWII? I'm so completely lost. Maybe I should give up this whole teaching thing, take a nice film course, and then work in a take-away shop for the rest of my life, occasionally lecturing costumers on the importance of film preservation while I serve them their chips and Chiko rolls.

I am stressed, please ignore me.

To attempt to make this post interesting, here's a whammy of cuteness for you:

Guess the movie, possums, and you win... Wednesday.

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 02:18:46 GMT

Cal: I finally got around to listening to Agnes Moorehead in Sorry, Wrong Number, and I'm still freaked out. She was marvellous in it, and now I'm going to be creeped out for the rest of the day.

The ads for Roma wine were hilarious, though.

I went to the Easter Show yesterday; ate Cheese On A Stick, saw a fashion parade, scammed free samples of sticky date pudding and curry in the Dome pavillion, bought a Bertie Beetle showbag and watched the woodchopping and horse tent-pegging. All is right with the world.

Only been offline for a couple of days, and already feel hopelessly out of the loop on the friends page. Would rectify this by commenting madly on everyone's journals, but I have to summarise three incredibly boring history books today. Usually any serious study of mine is interspersed with hours of procrastination (watching DVDs, going on the computer, reading David Niven books), so I should be going now if I want to accomplish anything, ever. It's 12pm and already I've read the paper, watched Sweet Charity for the umpteenth time, played my Jesus Christ Superstar cassette from the 70s to have a giggle at and generally ummed and ahhed my way around the house, trying to avoid J.R. Hale's analysis of war and the state during the Renaissance.

Huh. I just typed in "military revolution" in my library's search engine and it comes up with a book on sex and sexuality in Latin America. Aren't search engines fun, kiddies?

Oh, and as I'm doing a Reelcast segment on It's Always Fair Weather (again), I need to know: what does everyone want to know about it? What's there to say? Help me out here, or else it will just be me babbling on annoyingly about Cinemascope and garbage can lids. Gah.

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 01:45:39 GMT

Angel Face with Robert Mitchum and Jean Simmons has to be one the funniest movies I've ever seen. Not that it's meant to be. I just found the soundtrack and the ending and Jean's hairstyle and everything so completely over the top. Wonderful. And Robert Mitchum... yum.

Angela picture I forgot yesterday:

"Two Lost Souls" from Damn Yankees literally won't leave my head. It's like Gwen Verdon is encouraging me to go put on my soundtrack LP and dance around the house stupidly.

It's Good Friday and I had a ham sandwich for breakfast - oops.

Pictures.

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 04:24:29 GMT

Broadway photos, specially for Cal. And anyone else who wants them, of course. There's Chita, Angela, Nancy, Celeste, Nanette, Mary, Liza, Carol, Gwen, Elaine... But there's more where they came from!

BYE BYE BIRDIE
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2.
3.
Ahhh, they're so cute I might scream.

ELAINE STRITCH (oooh, skinny legs, but the sass pose makes up for it)

DAMN YANKEES
1.
2.

NANETTE FABRAY

DO RE MI

Nancy = ♥

CAROL CHANNING (beasue she's so gorgeous in this picture)

MORE CHITAAAA
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Chita gets all the chorus boy fun.
2.
Le squee.

MAME
After I did all this scanning, i forgot to get that picture I used in the wallpaper. Oh well, tomorrow, I promise.
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2.

CELESTE HOLM (cain't say no)

MARY MARTIN (washing you-know-who out of her hair)

SWEENY TODD

Angela! I'd let you bake me into one of your pies any day.

Blah.

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 23:43:51 GMT

I am sick. Achoo. I guess that's what I deserve for living off Freddo Frogs for a week.

I got full marks for my Modern Times essay plan, so I hope the essay goes as well, I feel pretty confident. If only I could say the same for my history subjects. I just want it all to be over. I'm on Easter break for a week now, so... I can't be bothered finishing that sentence.

I'm going to watch Gone With The Wind until I have to leave for work.

So wrong, it's right. Or not. Or is it? I don't like Speilberg, so I guess it is.

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 07:58:47 GMT

Oh dear. Feeling nostalgic for Celebrty Deathmatch, anyone? No... just me then.

Dial W for Whoopass - Hitchcock vs Speilberg

A Hard Day's Fight - John vs Paul vs George vs Ringo

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 23:41:30 GMT

So, I know I have to do all this uni work today. But would it be so bad if I just listened to the commentary on The Haunting instead? I want to hear Julie Harris bitch about everyone. I've listened to the first hour of it, and the film is still scary even when you have Russ Tamblyn talking about his daughter over the top of it. Ahhhhhhhh, it shall be scary forever. I'll be watching it when I'm 80 years old and still have to hide behind a chair for fear the walls are going to eat me.

Oooooh and I have a new mission of fandom. So, I've always been interested in Australian film, but I've never really known much about its stars and films before the 1970s. Yesterday I was browsing through the National Screen and Sound Archives website and realised there is so much there to learn about and see. So, basically, my new goal is to learn as much as I can about classic Australian cinema - basically the 1910s to the 1970s. It can't all be Errol Flynn, surely. So I'm just going to post all my random interests and finds on a new journal classic_oz (I made it a self-posting only community because it's easier to maintain), which no-one will ever read or care about, but I don't care, because I'm going to go have fun with Lottie Lyell and Shirley Ann Richards and Charles and Elsa Chauvel and it's going to be awesome. And it will give me an excuse to watch The Sentimental Bloke again. I am happy.

Hey Rhea, I forgot to give you your CD. I suck. Sorry! Ah well, I'll get that video done for you next week and send it up.

I have the banana song from The Opposite Sex in my head. Chorus boys in tight pants singing about bananas while Joan Collins pouts her way across the stage = LOL.

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:38:20 GMT

After a day spent overdosing on musicals with Rhea (and I still have that soft shoe song in my head), Sarah and I had ourselves a little movie double: Bette Davis and Charles Boyer in All This, And Heaven Too and Barbara Stanwyck and Burt Lancaster in Sorry, Wrong Number. How brilliantness. I practically fell out of my chair at the end of Wrong Number, and then sat there for a few minutes just repeating the word "woah" until Sarah told me to get over it. And I nearly cried at the end of All This..., even if we did spend the whole time making fun of Charles Boyer's dialogue and imagining him trying to turn Bette Davis into a snow globe.

Seeing Dylan Moran tonight at the Riverside Theatres, and then I have to get started onthis Modern Times essay. And I will not write any more overlong reviews of Ziegfeld Follies for the Reeljewels Review Collective. Must write about CHAPLIN. CHAPLIN is the go. You would think this would be easy, but it isn't. Bah. Want to watch Barbara Stanwyck movies instead.

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 09:12:03 GMT

I finally bothered to go see if I shared my birthday (22/05) with anyone other than Naomi Campbell and YESSSSSSS. Sir Laurence Olivier - we rule. Let's have a party, and not invite Jordan, Naomi Campbell or Gary Sweet.

And the marching music ends.

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 01:33:42 GMT

March, March, March, April May June,
June, June, June, July August September
Sept, Sept, September October November December,
January, February, Marching in the winter
Marching in the fall
Marching in the summer
But spring's the best of all,
'Cause it's March! March! March, April May June,
June, June, June July August September,
Sept, Sept...

A gold star to anyone who can figure out what movie I'm playing from those song lyrics.

Citizen Kane on the big screen was awesomeness. Need I say more? Young Orson, you're le hot.

Work again today. Blahhhhhh. Should have spent to day cleaning, but I made an Angela Lansbury wallpaper instead and put it up at celluloidesque.

Donald O'Connor and Judy Garland pretending to be Jeanette and Nelson is hilarious.

La la la la la.