So I just watched Boondock Saints for the first time and just have one question. WHERE HAS THIS MOVIE BEEN ALL MY LIFE? I'd never seen it before and now in the aftermath have no idea why. This is my ideal movie!

Vigilante justice? Check.
Too many gun fights? Check.
Gay men? Check.
Gay men in drag participating in gun fights? Check.
Brothers who are unnaturally close? Check.
Daddy issues? Check.

The ending was weird, I will admit that, but not weird enough for me to discard the entire film as bullshit. In fact, I think I'm in love. I haven't wanted fic this bad since walking out of my first Star Trek XI Viewing Experience. Connor/Murphy FTW. It has to exist somewhere on the interweb and if not I will fucking write it. And I just so happen to have a few days of "free" time coming up during which I can scour the internet like it's in my goddamn job description.

Speaking of free time, for once I'm actually looking forward to going home. Yup, this is a red letter day.

I think it's time to go back to school. Even my therapist agreed that I'm prepared to the point of chomping on the bit. My biggest worry is that when I get back to Boston I may not have a job which is distressing, but hardly the end of the world. I've even come to terms the fact that my schedule looks like something Picasso would have painted and that BU overcharges for all their custom textbooks. I'm just ready to not be here anymore. I want my independence back, even if that means being broke and unemployed.

( Last week I went to see Inglourious Basterds and it was fucking GLOURIOUS! I come bearing spoilers. )

Word on the street is they're going to make a reboot of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. Since I've actually reread some of the books this summer and rewatched the films already in existence I'm having a hard time picturing Robert Downey Jr. as Lestat. Don't get me wrong, I love him as an actor (Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, yeah?), but I just can't see it yet. So I'm reserving judgement -positive or otherwise- until I hear who's playing Louis. You can't have a proper Vampire Chronicles film without Louis and all of his gorgeous angst (and yes, that's my way of saying Queen of the Damned: Epic Vampire Movie Failwhale did not count).

( Season 3 of Mad Men premiered on Sunday. It was so awesome I've seen it several times since then. Cut for 3x01 spoilers. )

Through some Itunes or AMC glitch the next Mad Men episode popped up earlier tonight. Personally I'm willing to hold out until Sunday. Anticipation only adds to the sense of dramatic suspense, Captain Kirk taught me that.

G.I. Joe: ( I wasn't too into it as a kid so this didn't unsettle me quite as badly as some horrible movie adaptations (coughX3:TheLastStandcough) have, but all the same... Cut for pairing, not plot, spoilers. )

In real life on Thursday, I talked to my dear old Daddy for that first time in months, while in therapy no less. He was thrilled to hear for me (I guess he forgot it was his decision to break communication in the first place), but not quite as thrilled to hear that I was having issues with my insurance (the reason for my impromptu call) or that I had enough other issues to warrant therapy at all.

I haven't even called him back yet. I should, really (since I'm the one that hung up on him this time). I'm exhausted just thinking about his bullshit. But what's that they say about family being the most important thing?

I'm still a little high off that new therapist smell. They always seem so shiny and clean at first.

Anyways, I come bearing an Inglorious Basterds promo! So far it looks like typical Quentin Tarantino. Big knives, lots of violence and guns.



Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Killin' Natzis with Brad Pitt and Co.? Calling Hitler "Uncle Adolf"?? Hella yeah. I want to see this like burning and am also looking forward to the OST.

Livejournal sent me a message today: "psychedelicammo's birthday is coming up on June 04! " Hee, I was at least partially aware, but thanks for the reminder :D.

In other news, I picked up another prompt at rounds_of_kink. This one is for the Star Trek XI, though. The others are for Heroes and I'm fucked. About a half of a Heroes prompt (I agreed to write two) is finished, it's due on the 3rd. I have a hunch that one's going to be late because I have absolutely no will to write anything that isn't Kirk/Spock. Yeah, I'm a freak. So what?

It's too good and I'm a little addicted. It's so good that Spork!love is compelling me to rotate in a new batch of icons, which is so lame it needs a cane. But I will forgive Spork. After all it is the original OTP, but more of that later. For now I leave you with this gem (Watch to the end FTW):



Now I'm gonna go back and play on st_xi_kink because it's like crack and cat nip and gold all rolled up schmoopy, porntastic love.

Went and saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine. The dialogue was questionable, and by questionable I mean bad. They spent to much time working on the zingers (which were admittedly decent) and not enough on the overall. They character assassinated Deadpool (Wade Wilson), I mean he had his fair share of issues in the comic, but I don't remember lobotomization being one of them (maybe I missed the issue :c). Also Wolverine (Logan) and Sabertooth (Victor) had these weird incestuous I-love-you-I-need-you vibes going on. I'm all one for incestuous codependency and am currently emoing over a pair of them, but Wolverine/Sabertooth is not one of my ships.

Speaking of ships and Wolverine... GAMBIT! Finally they had a movie with Gambit (Remy LeBeau) in it. They showed his name on the screen in the second movie and I had a fangirl meltdown. Having him on screen? Waaaay better. Taylor Kitsch's Cajun accent was a little iffy (barely existent) but I can get past that.

Truth be told, I can get past everything wrong with this movie, forget that the live action superhero genre seems to have peaked with V for Vendetta and Batman: The Dark Knight, because 1.) Taylor Kitsch (the guy who plays Gambit) is kind of attractive and 2.) Wolverine touched Gambit's bostaff FTW. By touched I mean cut in half, but whatevs, I'm not picky.

This week had so much potential to go right. I didn't realize just how much so until things started going wrong. I'm not going to recap everything because that would be a.) boring and b.) depressing.

But the first wrong turn was the Heroes season finale. It was kind of like a bullet in the brain except more emotionally taxing. I haven't been this upset over a t.v. show or its characters since the cancellation of Angel or that one time Buffy sent him to hell. It's a bad game and I don't want to play, but really can't help it. It just plain hurts.

On the up side of anger, I'm done with classes, only finals to go and I'm home free. Yeah, only finals. And now I'm gonna go back to watching a movie about a girl with teeth in her vag that chomps off guys dicks.

I went to see Burn After Reading today and saw this trailer.



I think I may have even shed a tear. That's one I'm going to see multiple times.

Burn After Reading (Or atleast I think that's the name) was more than vaguely reminiscent of Pulp Fiction. Not really because of the content, it was a spoof on spy/CIA movies. But in construction, character development, and because when I left the theatre I thought "what the fuck was that?", went took a trip to the little girl's room and thought "I can't believe I spent eight dollars on my ticket", came out of the little girl's room and thought "that was kind of genius".