Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
I Knew It! He F*cken Cheated! (Venus Speaks) +18
instincts... don't ignore when you feel something, you know, you just know, you can't deny... when people are "shifty" and they won't give straight answers... I hate to be right, I fucking HATE to be right... but the time-line of evidence is just too coincidental to not be true.It makes sense that since, even from the beginning, I saw and felt, and well, always want to give people the benefit of the doubt... and I feel sick to my stomach, and it all makes sense... And I think I know in my mind and heart it's confirmed. I feel sick and I'm not really sure what to do, how to feel...
I suppose it can be argued that it all happened before we got together... but the fact that he lied the whole time, and really, my morals are that I WILL not touch a guy who I know has a gf... And the main thing that it all comes down to? Honesty, trust, respect... lies. My read on things, was, as much as I wish it weren't true, completely right. And I feel sick to my stomach.
I'm pretty sure he was with his ex-gf all the way up until we got together (so yeah, really, didn't sleep with anyone else, I find that hard to believe). It all kinda makes sense, I was suspicious of a few things for a while, like his ex going to a baby shower for his cousin, if they had really been broken up for hella' long, why would she ever get invited? Also Disneyland, and exchanging things a few months later... and now it DOES make sense! Wtf* am I supposed to think? Why didn't I push for answers earlier?
There's always that small glimmer of... "but maybe there will be some kind of
loophole so I can feel better about this and justified for staying... but the thing is, I just will never ever know if he would cheat on me, if he would throw the same disregard in my face... who knows if things started "dragging out" at the end, that I'd end up a fool once more..." I could never really trust that! Who knows, it could be the same... weekends with me, the week with someone else? Who knows...The problem with this... it hits on EVERY fear and trust issue I have. The whole problem with my first love, the guy who has my name f-ing tattooed to his arm?, is that he cheated on me for the last 6 months of our relationship... I knew, I had that feeling, that fear, and aside from the betrayal, what has damaged me the most and makes me the most paranoid is the fact that it went on under my nose the whole time, and we were LIVING TOGETHER!!!!!
And so this hits me too, particularly hard, because of the dishonesty, and lying to my face and deception... False sense of security. They all tell you what you want to hear, they tell you how much they love you, and you know, even with my ex, I believed the things he said and I do, he meant them... and that was always the hardest part... despite his fucked up actions, he was sincere, but he couldn't control himself or really do what he needed to do to truly love me and NOT hurt me. He crushed me, and I feel crushed again... every time I get to the point of giving, of trying to do all the morally right things, I'm rewarded with people who can't seem to have the same consideration... I think I'm fucked up, so "like" attracts like.
-author, anonymous
Thursday, February 4, 2010
From Paris with Love [movie review] 2010
Starring:John Travolta, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Kasia Smutniak, Richard Durden, Yin BingWriter(s): Adi Hasak (screenplay) & Luc Besson (story)
Filmed At: Paris, France
Rated: R ; strong bloody violence, drug content, pervasive language & brief sexuality.
"The preposterously silly and bullet-riddled From Paris With Love is so leaden and obnoxious that it actually makes you long for the John Travolta of Old Dogs.
Well, maybe that's a stretch. But Travolta overplays his trigger-happy, racist, sexist character so much that he qualifies as one of the most annoying screen presences ever. This is meant to be a mismatched buddy spy thriller, but it's hard to imagine who would possibly want to be his buddy.
Paris is intended as both an action movie and a comic parody of the genre. But the clichéd hybrid goes over like a lead balloon stuck on the Eiffel Tower..
The bad guys uniformly are dark-skinned-Asians, and at least one of the key Americans is defiantly ugly. That would be American spy Charlie Wax, played by a shaved-headed, dark-goateed Travolta. He's bad, but he's light-years away from cool. He spouts inane catchphrases like "Wax on, wax off," the Karate Kid line which, when defiantly leveled at a bevy of Asians, is nothing short of offensive. He has no discernible relationships with people but gets plenty worked up by weaponry. The bigger the munitions, the more passionate he becomes. Another favorite phrase pertains to his affection for his beloved jumbo assault weapon: "Me and Mrs. Jones," he coos.
In contrast, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers plays James Reese, a chess-playing, Cambridge-educated American aide to the U.S. ambassador (Richard Durden) in Paris. He has a beautiful girlfriend, Caroline (Kasia Smutniak), but they are plagued by bouts of romance interruptus when Reese gets mysterious calls for his low-level CIA services. He's a small-time operative but yearns to be an agent. He's not as obnoxious as Wax, but he's a damn fool, especially in matters of the heart.
Travolta and Rhys-Meyers lack any visible chemistry. Then, inexplicably, there's a tender moment that blossoms between them. It's as if director Pierre Morel suddenly remembered he was making a buddy thriller. Morel more skillfully directed last year's Taken, which at least offered a new twist on a kidnapping story.
Between Adi Hasak's offensive and occasionally laughable screenplay and Morel's dull direction, the film is a mess. And the actors manage to muck things up even further.
Wax and Reese's first assignment is to take down a Chinese drug ring. But their job gets murkier and results in their unraveling a massive terrorist plot. Audiences are likely to figure out a key double-crossing scheme early on. But Reese, despite his intellectualism, is astoundingly clueless. He's also insipid. Still, his blandness is preferable to Wax's obstreperous bravado and toxic shtick. Travolta appears to be having fun double-handedly wielding firearms and firing a bazooka on a crowded freeway. But that dubious enjoyment doesn't translate in any way to the viewer."
[worst]
- Dear John......................................................................................... 6.3 [worst]
- Frozen [limited]............................................................................... 7.1
- Red Riding: 1974 [limited]............................................................. 7.8 [best]
- District (Banlieue) 13: Ultimatum [limited]................................. 6.4
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Sexy Stuff: Roman Artifact Rings
"The other day while strolling through my hood on the weekend, I stopped by the Williamsburg outpost of Hollander & Lexer that opened up a couple months ago in Brooklyn. The Rogues Gallery sweaters and the Robert Geller shirts were plenty rad, but the items that really caught my eye were these rings, which retail somewhere around $100 a piece depending on your pick. I asked a clerk where they came from and he told me they were Roman artifacts, which I'm pretty sure is not true. I'm also pretty sure I don't care. They're rusted up and worn in like they've survived a grenade, and they don't look a bit fay, which is hard when you're dealing with men's jewelry."—Andrew Richdale, for GQ
— photo, GQ
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