On with the show.
I know everyone is dying to see my list for top 11 movies of 2007. Dying. I actually attempted to do this two weeks ago ... have a nice write-up on each movie ... but blogger got all uppity and hated my post. Maybe it didn't like There Will Be Blood as much as I did. Anyway, here is my list:
11. Superbad
10. Juno
9. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
8. The Darjeeling Limited
7. The Bourne Ultimatum
6. Michael Clayton
5. Hot Fuzz
4. Zodiac
3. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
2. No Country For Old Men
1. There Will Be Blood
Not much needs to be said about any of these ... my fav directors (Fincher, PT Anderson, Wes Anderson, Coens, Wright) all came out like gangbusters this year. This might shape up to be the best year for film since 1999, my current pick for best movie year of my lifetime (Fight Club, The Matrix, American Beauty, Talented Mr. Ripley, Toy Story 2, The Iron Giant, Star Wars, The Insider, Magnolia, The Sixth Sense, Being John Malkovich, Election, South Park - seriously, look at that list ... its amazing).
One thing - I want to recommend to everyone as much as I possibly could to see Diving Bell. If its in a theater now, run out and see it. Once its out on DVD, rent it. Its a beautiful, touching, funny and incredibly smart film. How can you make a film from the point of a view of a paralyzed man who can only communicate to the world through his left eye? I have no idea - but Julian Schnabel found out how. Amazing.
Other news and notes since my return to blogging, law school, etc:
- Now, why did I go to law school again? It can't be for my LRW (legal research & writing) class, because I hate that class like poison and am coming up with new and unique ways to get away with murdering my professor. If someone could hide the ball more (warning - law school lingo!), I'd like to see it. And running into him at the corner store after powderpuff practice on Saturday was just awesome.
- Oh, so I'm helping to coach the 1L powderpuff team against the team of the 2/3Ls. The game is on Saturday and I'm worried. Our defense is ready and primed. Our offense cannot get out its own way. Its the '85 Bears defense paired with the Cal Bears offense with Joe Ayoob at QB. Yikes.
- Its actually sunny during the day here and effing cold at night. I basically don't know how to dress other than hooded sweatshirts and North Face jackets. Its the Oregon uniform basically. I need more personal style.
Quick story to demonstrate how awesome my life is. Two weeks ago I go see Diving Bell (awesome) and then head to a great bar called The Bier Stein not too far away. 500+ beers in bottles, sweetness. Get there, grab some grub, have 2 beers ... large group of friends walk in, even better. Everyone drinking, my buddy Brady yells across the bar "Nick! I just had a Sparks ... its going to be a loud one tonight!" Beauty. The bar closes early, its only real flaw.
We head to Max's, the so-called inspiration for Moe's tavern on The Simpsons. (SIDE BAR - seriously, its Moe's. for reals. apparently, the basis for Springfield is Eugene ... and Eugene's sister city, Springfield - or Springtucky as the locals call it - is Shelbyville. hey, its what I heard) Get to Max's ... packed.
Somehow, someway, I start chatting up this cute blonde. Undergrad, funny, immediately likeable. Brady joins in. I start to talk to her friend ... brunette, Australian exchange to the law school. Roommates. She's named after one of my fav Fleetwood Mac songs. I tell her this - brownie points big time. And no one else knows how to pronounce her name. More points for me. Two hours fly, just the four of us talking. I'm definitely talking to the blonde.
Big group decides its time to dance. We concur. First club sucks, leave immediately. Second club much better, dancing starts. Brady and I head to the bar to get drinks. "Which one you want?" "Uh, I've been talking to the blonde the whole time and she's cool ... but I have a thing for brunettes and love the accent and know how to say her name ... Brady, you take the blonde." "Ok sir, your call."
Dancing, she's continuing to drink. I've stopped since I'm driving. Brady and his lady are on the other side of the floor. "Hey Nick" "Yeah" "I should be celebrating." "Why?" "Because my asshole boyfriend in Australia finally bought a ticket today to come out and see me." "You should celebrate ... I'm getting a drink."
I didn't, don't worry. Club closes, head out to get food @ 3:15 a.m. Conversation good, Brady with his lady. Home @ 4. Brady and the one I traded away are now dating. I say hi to my girl with a bf in the halls, chit chat.
Another Friday night in Eugene for Nick.
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