Twilight Premiere with Pictures!

HD Photobooth caught me in a stunning mid-pose! Thanks guys!

HD Photobooth caught me in a stunning mid-pose! Thanks guys!

Monday night I went to Twilight’s Black Carpet Premiere and After Party. It was stunning. Yes, I’m a “Twi-heart,” as they say. Wha? They had grandmama’s out there, waiting for a glimpse. So what scenes were most memorable for Me? The wedding scene was frilly and romantical and ogly and googly and all, but #1 would be Edward’s sensual sex scene and the breaking of that damn bed after their first nice together—I’d do me a vampire. Yup yup. All bruised up, gentler. LOL! He was just so kind to be a blood drunk. He could get it.

I like the thinking behind the way Edward’s panicked movements and how they were depicted when the camera sped him across the screen faster than natural. In another life I’ll study cinematography, but hopefully not as half-assed as my two year stint in psychology. I’m currently writing a screenplay as a chapter in my memoir so it is rather fascinating to think of. Also, when Ed and Bell realized the baby inside of her “liked hearing their voices,” and was essentially “more human than vampire” their cooing time was petty and sweet. When Ed admitted that he “left her alone in the situation” I felt a little fuzzy for their marriage and again I fantasized, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

BIGGER SPOILER ALERT: So after Bells is pregno and the monster babes is eating the life out of her, the scene where she reaches for the cup of blood-juice and then does this awkward twisty slip and hits the floor breaking her bones and crunching her back—only Edward catches her head before the fall… sorta came out weird. I mean, I like the cinematography, but watch it and you’ll see what I mean. The new director Bill Condon did a job on her. Bella’s frail body and blued face was walking dead! Jacob was adorbs throughout, but just didn’t stand out much to me—really.

I won’t give away much more, but I think the writhing pain Bella endured to become a vampire and give birth to her baby didn’t seem any more difficult than what we go through for love these days anyhow, not lol. 🙂

Marc Graser, Writer at Variety Magazine/my best friend's other half... showing off his magicianship. I'm really impressed, can you tell?

Marc Graser, Writer at Variety Magazine/my best friend's other half... showing off his magicianship. I'm really impressed, can you tell?

The HD Photofolks were at the after party making the most beautiful photos out of everybody’s blemishes.

The after party was decadently decorated with hanging white freesias, roses, lilacs, and simple flowers mimicking Bella’s wedding ceremony and even had the actual prop cake… I wanted that cake. Strewn about were pieces of branch and bark from the trees (since the wedding was in a perfect forest) and greeny mesh growth, just like a foggy swamp. Even the tablecloth and centerpieces were earth green and accented with random white altars of flowers. It felt like a real wedding reception!

O, and don’t even let me get started on the open food and bar. Mixed drinks galore (mango and cosmo was my fav) and the mashed potatoes, big thick slabs of meat, butter lettuce salad with sweet tomatoes, corn, and some crunchy cucumberish thingies—there was a selection of different foods for everyone… I even heard there was jambalaya but my tum said no by that time. Yep the caterers were on it.

I wish I hadn’t looked like I needed to go pee for three hours when I took this picture, but I did like the big fake tree. My pictures are blurry in my excitement and with the foggy theme, but it was so wonderful to be a part of such a big premiere night! I was hoping to get bitten, but nope, no Cam Gigandet look-alikes to my rescue. Carlisle (Peter Facinelli) is fine as wine, too, and he’s a doctor. I have a thing for doctors. Bhhbhbbhbblhh [Dribbles lips] Awwwwh well. There’s still one more movie though.

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Midnight in Paris: A Movie Review

Movie Review Grade: B

Comedy. Fantasy. Romance.

What writer’s dream isn’t to have their book reviewed by Gertrude Stein? Rachel McAdams (Inez) and Owen Wilson are stars in this romantic dramedy set in what some believe to be the most aesthetically beautiful place in the world… Paris. Ahhh, swoon. Owen plays Gil, a successful screenwriter struggling to try his luck at writing prose. He finds himself in wanderlust, off on his own after the midnight hour, discontent with his wife-to-be clumsily drooling over an old college professor.Gil manages to meander right into the 1920’s where he meets, such characters as Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald.

O, Paris how I love thee. Especially posed amongst such actors as Corey Stoll. Hemingway’s narcissistic arrogance gallivants across the screen—words flowing ever eloquently, as fitting as cobblestones and illusions.

More in love with this era than his own, Gil seemingly jabs at the belief that being alive in another time would prove better than the time they currently live in. This also falls near to the possibility that the dream is a bit more fluent and flickering than real life, as Gil encounters Adriana, (Marion Cotillard) a sultry fox trying to escape her own reality. Other reviews will say this movie strikes delusions that having a life different from their own would again be better, but more substantive and factual is that Midnight in Paris explores true happiness in being able to make one’s own decisions, live in the moment, and even make a few unexpected, and perhaps even unreasonable chances.

Ah Woody Allen, you’ve done it again, sir.

Also if you like this movie you’ll love: A Secret Affair, directed by Bobby Roth, written by Barbara Taylor Bradford. (On Netflix now!)

Limitless [Movie Review]

I was completely ready for 105 minutes of action packed-ness and that’s exactly what I got. Hands up and hands down. Bradley Cooper is a beautiful biscuit anyhow, and if I read the credits correctly he had a hand in producing this one. The cinematography was amazing; a complete splash of crashing color and camera angles that run you (seriously, don’t blink) into the streets of New York.

Limitless led me to believe that there really is a pill called NZT that can give you access to all of the brain’s capacity, as opposed to only 20%, as usual. Immediately, I wanted it.  The trick is that when you take the pill, the warnings aren’t clearly defined. Although the pill can give you the ability to recall things you learned when you were seven, give you an impossible eye for detail, ability to reason, run or fight your way out of anything— the pill also creates an immeasurable dependency for it as with most drugs.  There is also a thirsty rush for moving forward, and the fact that once you’ve had a few, you can’t stop. You’ll do anything to get more. Kill, steal, … drink a dying man’s blood. Y’know usual stuff.

Bradley Cooper plays Eddie Morra and at the start of the movie he runs into his ex-wife’s brother; a drug peddling fly guy. He offers him a “free trial” of the little clear pill; which allows him to clean his entire apartment, write an immeasurable amount of his book, and get a gust of what potential his life could have if he were to develop himself on this drug.  He needs more, and visits him again, only to find himself in the middle of his dealer’s own trouble. Eddie quickly finds that the pill swallower generally doesn’t account for how fast the days will play on autopilot and he also finds that the decisions made while under the influence aren’t any bit of a problem- while there’s still a supply. The pill enhances one’s inherent knowledge to create room for limitless opportunity.

The movie was just what I needed, but the pill I need worse. To mash around the idea of a pill actually skyrocketing one’s full spectrum of personality, career, dreams, and life status?  … is ineffable. Send it over! Today I could definitely use it, I mean I wouldn’t take two or more a day—stupid, stupid Eddie.

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