Yes, I am used to getting obsessed with different things on an average of every fortnight or so(seriously) .Currently though, I am obsessed with a movie. One that I haven't even watched yet.
It is utterly ridiculous, even by my standards.
Oh sad, sick little me.
But I am insanely in love with the dialogue in this flick. It is impossibly witty and intelligent and yet sound like the kind of things I sometimes may blurt out randomly in everyday conversation.
Read this and tell me you don't think it's frickin' gold dust.
And from what I gather from trailers and bits and pieces here and there, this is one movie that doesn't patronize teenagers and/or make them out to be shallow or superficial. Because we aren't. Some of us,anyway.
The dorkishly adorable Michael Cera and also the, uh, Jason Bateman, mean that it will be a bit of a return trip to those glorious days when brand new episodes of Arrested Development still existed.
*Sigh.*
Plus it comes with a very high recommendation from Grace, and anything Grace says is the Gospel, pretty much.
And so, in addition to Juno (which I am already 100% certain is going to be an all-time favourite of mine) Bloody Awful Poetry is also itching to feast on this fantabuloustic movie (since Grace says I really should, and even her mom loves it,apparently.)
I love movies.
I truly, genuinely do.
I'm just no good at watching them, that's all.
In any case, awards season is going full swing at the moment. I just watched the Screen Actor's Guild thingie twice, which was nice and all.
But it got me thinking, about celebrities. Movie stars and TV stars and music stars, to narrow it down (since there are many different levels and branches of celebrity). Watching them alight from their Rolls-Royces and step onto a lush red carpet and sashay down said lush red carpet wearing their Valentinos and Chanels and and their 5.7 tonnes of diamond jewellery and looking all glamorous and sexy for the cameras and for us, watching at home. And we're admiring them for being so beautiful and composed and talented(and filthy stinking rich) when in reality, we made them.
We create celebrities! We make them who they are. We give them the money and the power and the opportunity to do what they do. And yet we look up to them and worship them? Why? If evey regular person in the world just stopped watching TV, or going to the movies, or buying DVDs and albums, or purchasing magazines, the entire freaking entertainment industry would just collapse upon itself. It would be like the fall of the Roman Empire, only flashier and shinier, with a lot more press coverage.
We make celebrities who they are. Us! The lowly consumers, the people who go ga-ga at the sight of the Brad Pitts and Gwyneth Paltrows of the world, who burn holes in our pockets for their sakes.
And they get twenty million buckaroos just to pretend to be a different person in front of a camera. To wear other people's clothes, say other people's words, pretend to live other people's lives and feel their emotions, all in the name of Art.
Pointless garbage.
But as the incomparable Oscar Wilde once said, all Art is really quite useless.
So long live them celebrities, ey?
