All right Miss Things.
Let’s gather in the Break Room. There’s a Supervisor’s Meeting today. We’ve got a couple of hours while they plan the meeting to talk about the plans for their next meeting.
Let’s discuss some fabulous, random, innocuous crap.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
At least according to Charles Caleb Colton. So Project Runway should be extremely flattered by this show. The copy on the Fashion Star website reads in part: “NBC kicks off the new year with the new reality competition series “Fashion Star,” which will search for the next big brand in fashion. Featuring host and executive producer Elle Macpherson along with celebrity mentors Jessica Simpson, Nicole Richie and John Varvatos, the series will give 14 unknown designers the chance to win a multi-million dollar prize to launch their collections in three of America’s largest retailers: Macy’s, H&M and Saks Fifth Avenue.”
Apparently it also comes with dinner and a floor show.: “Each week, the show will begin with an exhilarating fashion show unlike anything seen before featuring musical performances, dancers and models in front of a studio audience.
I just wanna know if I get chips for the casino with every ticket.
The idea of the winning designer having her stuff go directly to retail is an interesting concept. I’d like to see how a commercial network handles this concept.
So should we discuss it here? Should I blog on it? If we think so, I of course reserve the right to bail if it turn out to be a steaming pile of Palomino Poop.
A Strong Woman’s Achilles’ Heel
I was watching Body Heat last night.
INT. RACINE’S OFFICE – DAY
He left this morning. I had to see you.
I couldn’t call. I’m afraid to call.
I was afraid you wouldn’t let me come.
Yes, that’s right. You can’t call.
Never call. We have to be very
careful now about the phone. The
phone company keeps records.
I’m careful. I hated it, Ned. I
hated sitting there with the two of
you. I thought I was going to scream.
You did good.
(finds his thought)
You’ve called my apartment from the house.
No? Those two times —
I went to phone booths. I’m afraid
of him, Ned. I’m always afraid.
That’s good. We have to be careful
about the phones now.
Why, Ned, why do you say this now?
(in his own thoughts)
We could account for a couple calls.
We’ve had some contact. That would
Matty grasps his face in her hands and looks into his face.
Why, Ned? What’s happened?
Because we’re going to kill him. We
both know that.
Matty’s face looks different than we’ve seen it. There’s
a fire burning behind there and the heat it’s throwing is
bringing her equal portions of dread and relief. She
stares at him.
That’s what you want, isn’t it? We
knew it was coming. It’s the only
way we can get everything we want,
Matty’s nod is barely perceptible.
The man’s gonna die for no reason
but we want him dead. He doesn’t deserve it.
Let’s not ever say that. We’re doing it for
us. And you’re going to inherit
half of everything he owns. That’s
what the will says, right?
Again, the tiny nod. He pulls her head close, so he
doesn’t have to look into her eyes anymore.
That’s it then. We’re gonna kill
him. And I think I know how.
From IMSDb.com‘s Internet Movie Script Database
It’s easily in the list of my top favorite movies of all time. I am a big fan of Noir in both written and cinematic form (you ever want to read an awesome take on the genre–in which the main character happens to be gay–check out Joseph Hansen’s Dave Brandstetter series of novels). I love the concept in the World of Noir that even the purest angel has his hands dirty in some way.
Growing up in a family of females, I quickly learned that, in many ways, women are invincible. Not to romanticize, but my experience has been that women seem to be able to deal with just about anything. As messed up as the Queen thinks Matty Walker’s plan is, I am in awe and wonder of both the plan itself, and the execution of it. It takes a vagina of steel to seamlessly pull of every meticulous detail of such a complicated plot. And Matty does it with aplomb.
*THIS PART CONTAINS SPOILERS if you haven’t seen the movie. And if you haven’t seen the movie…WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!???*
Yet at the end, we see her on a beach, most likely pining for the love she gave away.
Now granted, the script was penned by a man, which always leaves me a little suspect in terms of accurate characterizations of women. But in this case I’m with Lawrence Kasdan’s conscious or unconscious take on women and love. I don’t get it.
All my life I’ve been in reverence of what women are capable of. I’ve been raised by females who “bring home the bacon AND fry it up in the pan.” They are autonomous entities who put most men to shame in their strength and ability to handle the toughest circumstances and not let it break them.
Except when it comes to affairs of the heart with men.
Why the hell do you let us fools get under your skin? Why can so many of us make you forget your steady course and lose your natural mind? Why isn’t the beach and that gorgeous boy-toy she’s sitting with enough for Matty? I DON’T GET IT!!!
Crap! We’re out of coffee. Whose turn is it to order a new supply?