liar!

today's blog title is an homage to one of the healy-wurzburg girl's favorite movies growing up - the disney live action adaptation of the three musketeers from the mid-nineties! it really is a kick ass family movie, and i am pretty suprised that it doesn't seem to have the staying power i expected it to have. much like star chris o'donnel's carrier. and don't think that he's the only draw for the live action disney version either; the cast features oliver platt, tim curry, kiefer sutherland, charlie sheen and that guy who played the sub-lieutenant in 'robin hood prince of theives' with the scary deep voice. and that woman who was in the the before sunrise/sunset movies! and the priest from chocolat! seriously! anyway, it's a fun movie, watch it if it's on.

erm. what was i going to post about? oh yeah, i am a liar. i did not go home last night, i stayed for most of i got next, did 3 minutes of mostly shitty improv at 12:30 am and watched the power duo of starband (starzinski and bluvband) fucking rock my face. sigh. someday i'll be good at improv. SOME DAY.

i was up early for work today. i am doing the very little that needs to be done here. pretty lame. i wish i was taking the workshop i was supposed to with matt walsh. in oddly enough news, ian roberts asked me what time he needed to be at the classrooms on friday. it was surreal to write the next day's classes on the board, and have the last names be the founders of the UCB plus the last two AD's of the theatre.

well, i am going to be up for the next 20 hours or so, so i am going to go get some work done, hydrate and eat some peanut butter toast. BREAK!

p.s. if you are so inclined, come see bad data perform tomorrow at 8:45 am at the URBAN STAGES theatre of the del close marathon! should be ridiculous!

Pixar

i still haven't seen toy story 2. and i don't think toy story is that good.

monster's inc., the incredibles, and finding nemo are all awesome movies.

wall*e was also awesome.

ratatouille is on my list of movies to see. i hope patton oswalt had some profit share clause in his contract.

milk.

to me, milk is like mark walhberg. he's a great, often vital part of an ensemble cast; 'i <3 huckabees' = AWESOME. hot, spiced hot chocolate with handmade marshmallows? FANSTASTIC. but by himself, or if he tries to carry a whole project by himself, it's usually a disaster. 'planet of the apes' (2001) = yikes... just... don't. milk by itself in a glass = oh no. why..? like... ah... just... no. and if it's an ensemble piece with the wrong chemistry and poor planning, it's almost more painful. 'four brothers'? do you guys remember what a piece of shit that thing was? marky mark ruined chiwetel ejiofor for me. and he's awesome! cold milk and soggy cereal? do you guys remember how awesome frosted flakes are right out of the box? milk ruined captain crunch for me.

and captain crunch is awesome.

however, also like mark walhberg, milk provides the genesis for a lot of stuff that somehow surpasses it's own potential. i am thinking of course of cheese, and 'entourage'. and ice cream. and 'boogie... nights'?

it is possible to push a metaphor so far into the ground that it's no longer recognizable as a metaphor. it just looks like cottage cheese that's been dumped in the dirt, and there's one ant stuck in it, and also like that P.O.S. 'the happening'. OH SHIT, YOU GOT OWNED MARK WAHLBERG, AND BY EXTENSION, M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN!

i am aware that some of you milk proponents will find fault with what i have posted here. i can only reassert that i am right and you are wrong.

matt damon.

matt damon, who i thought was ugly until the bourne identity, and then i realized that he was gorgeous and super sexy, has gained a bunch of weight and started parting his hair all fluffy like a child of the 70's.\


basically matt damon looks exactly like my dad now.


YIKES.

it's for some shitty movie role. check out www.wwtdd.com for a much more accurate and snarky summary than i can provide, because i am lazy.

also, we've been out of toilet paper for two days at my apartment. i've come home well past 2 am both nights... apparently my roommate has no biological functions which require it. or he's been using the toilet scrubber to wipe. NEITHER OF THOSE SCENARIOS ARE PLEASANT TO CONSIDER.

i will try to remember to bring some home tonight.

i googled myself recently. it could have been disappointing if i occupied a space in this world beyond utter obscurity, but i don't, so it was actually really cool because i found an article i wrote for my college's paper my senior year. for some strange reason it is in the 'sports' section of the online version of the spectator... which is odd since it was written for the arts and entertainment section. anyway, it's actually not as bad as it easily could have been... so there you go for wishy-washy self-praise! niiiiice!



Love, Actually, is all around...


By Katey Healy-Wurzburg Jan. 28, 2005



What!? A review of a romance?? BY ME?!? I know, I know... I am your faithful Katey, ever-nerdy, never-sappy and oh-so-crazy. Well, even I can get sucked into a romance... if the romance part ends with -tic and is attached to -comedy that is. Anyway, like many people over this past break, I maybe watched a smidgen of television. Luckily for me, my family got digital cable (ooooh!) right after I left for college. Which means my breaks are scintillating non-stop thrill-a-minute adventures... okay, no, of course not, I sit on me bum all day and watch the telly. And I do mean the telly. 'Yay!' to BBC America. And HBO, as it turns out. HBO's near Christmas scheduling was a flurry of British programming... must be the whole Scrooge, Charles Dickens-complex-we don't feel properly holly and jolly until the Brits help us along. Anywho, we must express deep and ever-lasting gratitude to HBO for doing this because they are responsible for exposing me to a wonderful movie, Love Actually.



Wow. Okay, that was the longest introduction ever. Anyway, back to the review. If you haven't seen Love Actually... because you have been living under a rock, or because you have been feeling extra sensitive about romantic stuff because of a recent break-up... or lack of romatic activity... or because you just sort of suck generally... GO RENT IT NOW! Buy it, even. It was on sale for ten dollars at Target last week. Boy, girl, man, womyn, young, older, single, married, dating, whatever, watch it! I really think this is one of those few movies that can appeal to nearly everyone. Except maybe Pol Pot. He probably would have disliked the general lack of genocide. It is funny, it has a great soundtrack, it is sweet... okay, okay, enough unqualified praise, lets get down to the nitty gritty.



The movie is first and foremost British. It is secondly a cast. The movie is centered within a period of time and on certain storylines, as opposed to a traditional single-relationship romance. For me, this is what made it so funny and yet realistic. It is set in the Christmas Season, in the month leading up to Christmas. You see the rather rapid development of storylines and relationships between eight primary couples. However, none are traditional or ideal relationships... as much of our own lives tend to unfold. Burning, never-revealed crushes, contemplated infidelity, the struggle to overcome the loss of a love and the never ending attempt to be an appealing version of yourself long enough to find someone to keep up with you... familiar encounters to us all, I think. Love Actually is admirably and unflaggingly British. The appearance of Rowan Atkinson, who I think epitomizes his country's quirks and best qualities equally, is a cameo whose value and hilarity is comparable only to those of Christopher Walken. Most fascinating to me was the director, Richard Curtis', use of music as a palpable, universalizing force nearly took on the role of actor itself, serving to help the story and people's actions to be eased remarkably. However, many of my favorite actors are actually in it as well, including Liam Neeson, Alan Rickman and Keira Knightley. A Jedi Knight, the Voice of God and a bad-ass pirate. Sweeet! Also gracing the screen with their excellent and super sexy performances were Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Rodrigo Santoro (Karl). In my horny, er, I mean, humble opinion, the movie could have just been these two standing around being hot, and I would have been happy.



But the best part is that it wasn't. Love Actually was all of the stories-pain and love and laughter together, weaving a lovely, somewhat cheesy, but profoundly true story of the family of friends and loves possible today. Love Actually is funny, sweet, hilarious, silly, optimistic and also somehow true, all at the same time. It is amazing, and I quite simply love it. I give Love Actually 11 out of 10 stars... or maybe hearts.