*fistbump*, btw, KajusX. I wasn't allowed to comment on the thread above, due to my lame prior over-replying. But thanks for the nice words. It's rare that I let myself get worked up about silly stuff like this, but for whatever reason this subject made it possible. You think anything about the above is embarrassing? Try explaining to my husband what I was working on with so much concentration last night. Argggggh, humiliating. "See, I got in this fight on Videogum today?" :( x 10 for me.
I'm flattered by the long reply from Gabe (whose wit is 98% of the reason I read this site, as nice as I think the Monsters are, truly) and as such, I wish I would save a reply for tomorrow when I'm *ahem* clearer headed. But I'm typing verrrrry slowly and proofing as I go. All I want to say to finish this argument of mine (that I started) is this:
1. I held the comments on this thread to a difficult standard, as I was reading them through the matrix of ALL of the discussion of this movie from people/sources with whom I normally feel comfortable and agree, politically and morally; that is, the constant debating over the moral question of whether the Tuoeys decision to adopt and support Michael Oher was somehow a big PR stunt of some kind just because it happened to be made into a semi-cheesy movie. And because I have known about Michael Oher since he was a senior in high school because of where I grew up and and sports team that I follow, I have accepted the story, and thought it was gross how many people seemed happy to impugn the family's motives with no evidence to the contrary. But those people, despite possible overlap, are not you, VG peeps.
And while I will state formally again, and for the record,that it is really a much better movie than I thought it would be, and that Sandra Bullock does in fact act her ass off in it (and really, I am so not a chick flick person so I had/have NO reason to love the woman)...I admit that the conversation I seemed to be having about whether or not people commenting here liked the movie was not actually the conversation I was having with you in my head. I realize that now, and I apologize for seeming obsessed with whether or not damn Sandra Bullock deserved an Oscar. (GABE....how do you watch every awards show? I know it's for us, but HOW DO YOU DO IT? They make me want to cry. Anyway...thanks for TOFTY)
2. If I implied that I think VG is ONLY for snarking (YES A WORD PLZ) I apologize. I think maybe it's more sarcasm than you realize, but that's not the same thing as mean-spiritness, or I doubt I would have kept reading and commenting for so long (for example, I had a brief D-listed affair...but the hatefulness on those comments, yikes)
All of you who called me out on all my BS...you're right...and I bet I'm right about you guys on a lot of things, too. Obviously we all are a little heavy in the more creativity and intelligence than we can use department, probably due to our boring jobs. Let's all write the great American novel this year, could we--as a family?
Somehow making several people annoyed with me at the same time has made me feel like a part of the community--maybe for the first time. HUGZ.
I don't know--I guess it's fun most of the time. But doesn't it occur to anyone else that such devotion to irony is a little unhealthy? Plus I think my real life tendencies are cynical and bitchy enough to not want to hone my skills via pop culture blog comments.
And I know--it's hopelessly uncool to comment so many times, and so earnestly, on Videogum. There are COOL RULES after all.
"surfing the internet" is not synonymous with "reflexively hating and snarking on everything that doesn't suit your personal aesthetic". Granted, I know that V-gum is primarily a place for snarking, I get it. But--I guess I just find it more fun to like things rather than hate them.
And Zayin, thanks. I know I shouldn't bother having this argument, and it's just the stupid internet. But I don't get why not liking a movie has to end up being tearing down every single thing about the whole situation.
An old family friend of Michael's, I should say. Big Tony. Maybe the real hero of Mike's story. He put so much of himself out there to do right by poor Mike with not all that much of his own to give, and it ended up paying off.
Look, you guys. This is from the book by Michael Lewis, who is a respected journalist. He didn't take as much license with reality as you think (assume).
They legally adopted him...that's a pretty big deal for a kid with no family. They weren't the ones that got him into Briarcrest anyway. An old family friend did that, though the football coach definitely had a vested interest in making it happen. The Tuoey's weren't involved then, though.
Ugh, you guys are a bunch of snobs. The movie is really not as bad as you think! I admit I would not have seen it if I hadn't been following Michael Oher's story for so many years because of being an Ole Miss fan. But seriously--Sandra Bullock acts her ass off in it. It might not be your kind of movie, but she really does something with the role. I mean--we are all prepared to admit that there is a certain SAMENESS to most best acting nominations, right? At least this was a bit different.
I didn't think it was so so bad, either, and if it was, it was definitely more the fault of the writers than Jude Law. It's weird how much I tend to disagree with Gabe on his SNL reviews, considering we are two of what can only be a handful of 78 year olds who obviously watch/look forward to it every week.
My favorite detail of the episode was when Serena leaves Nate's (Chuck's?) apartment and immediately *dials* the European's number. Just busts it out on the keypad. What a good friend she is, to remember her old lab partner's cell phone number from all those years ago.
Oh, and other details--the drug dealer ambassador kid calls himself "European" and says he has to go back "to the Continent." This show.
I have never been attracted to the sinewy muscular v-torsoed type. I wonder if that's why. I like a big sturdy guy, masculine looking, but to me--the above is NOT masculine. It's something else, not found in nature.
Extreme vanity (to the degree suggested by these dudes' muscularity and greasiness) is ALWAYS a turn off, in males or females. You don't have to pretend like looks--your own or other people's--don't matter to you; but if you spend that much of your day/life perfecting your physical form, I can't see how you could have enough time for more interesting stuff.
Mr. Hausfrau and super!, I would like to cordially invite you to my house for a lot of cocktails and tearful reminiscing about the precious and hilarious things children do. Or we can meet in my mom's attic and have a Barbie party!!! I love you both so much for this conversation!
Toph and Katie Bosworth have been tight since that POS movie "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton", wherein TG plays a grocery store manager with a heart (on) of gold
For years it has made me sort of sad that there's nothing I can do for my husband--besides the obvious--that makes him as happy as when he rubs my feet or plays with my hair. But last night--I might have discovered he likes to be scratched on that ol' beard of his. Beards are weird, huh, guys??
I think somebody is forgetting those magical three letters that are the best thing that has ever happened to me--DVR. SNL is for waking and baking your way through a Sunday morning hangover.
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