Wednesday, 29 February 2012

All you need is a car and a box of Premium Plus crackers

Just watched 533 Statements, that incredible documentary by Tori Foster.


Now I want to take a road trip across Canada.


And hug people along the way.


I know I say all the time that I'd love to leave this country and live someplace better, but I'm totally lying every time I say that.


That is all.

I was born in my own utopia.

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Get excited - the French have taken over Hollywood.

It's that time of year! The one day in the year where we get an excuse to have Brad Pitt and George Clooney attend the same party, which just so happens to be secretly hosted by Bob and Harvey Weinstein. 

Now don't get me wrong, I love the Oscars. I just have not loved it since 2008, when those flawless films of 2007 got recognized. Anybody remember 2007? Notable directors who made movies that year included the Coen brothers, Paul Thomas Anderson, Joe Wright, Tony Gilroy and Julian Schnabel. Daniel Day-Lewis won his second Oscar. Marion Cotillard became the first actor to win an Oscar lead performance award for a non-English role. An exotic dancer won the award for best original screenplay. The host was actually funny. Back then, we still had the 5 best picture nominees! Back then, it was more about good movies than getting Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie into every shot! Back then, the Oscars actually cared about movie music! 

For example, these two lovely people who made the world beautiful for the first time in a long time.

Markéta Irglová and Glen Hansard showing movie bosses who's boss.

Yes, I haven't really enjoyed the Oscars since 2008. 2007 was still the best year for movies. 2010 came slightly closer, what with The Social Network, The King's Speech and Inception. Good movies slide in here and there depending on the year (remember The Hurt Locker?), but 2007 was SOLID. The films were enriching, the characterizations were thought-provoking, the performances were inspiring, the creativity and artistry were enlightening. 2007's films are the best examples of films as art. I could watch the cinematography of There Will Be Blood over and over again and just die from the sheer technique and crisp photographic eye of that perfect movie. Yes, I will be an annoying brat and a bad movie critic by calling that film perfect. But it was perfect.

This year was not so bad. I didn't have time to see many of the movies that were nominated, but films like The Artist and Midnight in Paris and Bridesmaids definitely made this year pretty good. The actresses were definitely the highlights of 2011, what with people like Glenn Close, Octavia Spencer, Meryl Streep, Viola Davis, Janet McTeer, Melissa McCarthy, Michelle Williams, Marion Cotillard and Tilda Swinton all pulling in wonderful performances within a 12-month span. Add to that amazing newcomers such as Rooney Mara, Jessica Chastain, Emma Stone, Elizabeth Olsen, Léa Seydoux, Mia Wasikowska and Elle Fanning, I would say that 2011 stands out as being the year of the Actress. So many great roles for women this year, and for that, I quite enjoyed the movies that came out. 

And you really can't go wrong with a red carpet showdown that has Jessica Chastain parading in this: 

Holy shit Chastain, could you be more hot?

Too bad the actual Oscar awards show is still as boring as ever. I have to admit, the only time I actually paid attention was when Cirque du Soleil performed (amazing as ever) and when Jean Dujardin won his Oscar, because he is absolutely adorable and everything he says is like melted butter on a piece of French bread. It's just yummy and amazing. And the fact that George Clooney didn't win was way too overly satisfying. Anyway, I didn't really start liking the Oscar show tonight until Uggie the dog came on when The Artist won Best Picture. And by then, the show was basically over. The Oscars this year was as predictable as the sun rising in the morning. They laugh at bad jokes. They talk about what an awesome year it has been. They laugh at more bad jokes. They bring out props and play out scenes that teenagers could have written and performed better in a high school drama class. They ham up the actors and give them too much speech time while cutting the speeches of people winning the "less ratings savvy" awards such as the one for Best Documentary Short. Because obviously, the public watching don't give a fuck about documentary shorts or foreign films or sound mixing.

I started to think about what I would do to the Oscars if I got to produce the show. And I came up with these changes:
1. Have Ellen DeGeneres or Jon Stewart host. Or Uggie the dog. 
2. Do an Oscar pool at the Oscars. Basically, have the people in the audience submit their guesses for the pool before coming in. During the show, the producers will keep track of how many guesses are correct, and award the person with the highest score at the end with a cool prize. Like a date with Jessica Chastain. 
3. Invite Markéta Irglová and Glen Hansard to write all the music for the show. 
4. Don't invite George Clooney. Even when he is nominated. 
5. Get a dance company to perform an interpretive dance representing scenes and/or themes from each of the movies nominated for Best Picture. 
6. Reduce the Best Picture nomination list to five films. Everyone knows the five best out of anyway. For example, when you've got The Artist up for 10 nominations, and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close up for 2 (plus being the worst reviewed Oscar picture nominee in years), I can pretty much GUARANTEE that Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close isn't going to win jack shit. Why nominate it when no one is even going to tick that off in their Oscar pools? It's like a sick joke. This is one of the reasons I preferred the Oscars prior to 2009. We nominated 5 of the best films because they were the best. We didn't nominate 10 just so the category could double as a sympathy box for movies that were just decent. We didn't nominate 10 just so we could stick Pixar into the mix (and as a result turn the animation category into a loser's field). You need only look at the editing category to know which movies stand the best chance anyway. 
7. Give winners for categories such as Best Cinematography and Best Documentary more speech time than the winners for the performance categories. Why? Because as much as I want to hear actors or actresses cry and act shocked even though they had the award in the bag coming into this crapfest, the people in the less scrutinized categories actually give better speeches most of the time. Remember Luke Matheny's speech for his award for Best Live Action Short Film in 2011 for "God of Love"? Man, that kid was so precious - the definite highlight of the 83rd Oscars. 
8. Bring back original song performances and let them play the song in its entirety. Include a segment for original score nominations, to be performed by a full orchestra and to be accompanied by a light show. 
9. Troll the paparazzi hard and have everyone come to the Oscars dressed as Muppets. That way, they can dodge the awkward "What are you wearing" questions and just say "Elmo, duh." 
10. Give Anderson Cooper front row seats so that whenever the host says a stupid joke, the mic will be close enough to pick up Cooper's giggle and we can all laugh at that. 
There we go. I may not have planned out a good broadcast show, but damn if it's not better than anything the Oscar producers have shelled out recently. The ratings seem to decrease as the years go by, so the producers nominate better known and accessible films, they nominate and invite more famous people. Little do they know that having Brad Pitt sitting in the front row will only get people watching for so long. If you can't make the recognition of interesting movies interesting, then you need to try something new. I quite like the Muppets idea. Let's run with it.

So, Academy Awards, please hire me to be next year's producer. I'm ready. Markéta Irglová is so totally ready to seduce me - with her music, of course. Ahem.

That is one lucky jacket.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

We were orange peels in another life.

I was perusing through my old stuff today because I was bored and sick and drinking lemon honey water by the ocean full. Anyway, I came across this mini narrative that my former classmate Scott wrote about me. This was from a couple years ago, right after I came back to school from my backpacking trip through Europe. Reading this made me feel nostalgic, which is pathetic and is proof that I am totally old. But really, when you think about it, 2009 does belong to another decade. Kids who were born in 2009 are going to be turning 3 this year. 


Back in 2009, the earthquakes in Haiti and Japan hadn't happened yet. Wikileaks hadn't leaked all that confidential information. Lady Gaga was somewhat normal. William hadn't proposed to Kate. Osama bin Laden was still alive. The Harry Potter films hadn't ended yet. I was a little shit who was convinced I would one day win an Oscar.


[For which category(ies) was still to be determined]


Long story short, 2009 was a fucking long time ago. I'm surprised I still have this story, so I thought I'd post it here because it's basically a miracle I kept it. Scott wrote it in French, so if you understand French then good for you. If you don't, then have fun reading this. 


So, this is my biography, according to Scott:

Que penses tu de cette histoire (de ta vraie identité (oui je sais la vérité))?


Bonjour! Je m’appelle Wes. J’étudie français à l’Université de Simon Fraser. Au présent, je suis le cours de 301W, enseigné par Dr. Laghzaoui. Bien que ma vie semble celle d’un(e) étudiant(e) normal(e), j’ai de grands secrètes. Mon histoire commence en Russie où je travaillais comme espionne pour le KGB. Après ma mission à la Corrée du Nord et aux États-Unis pendant la guerre froide, l’université de la Columbie-Britannique m’a recruté pour espionner le programme de français à SFU. J’avais la chirurgie esthétique vu qu’un homme russe de 2 mètres, 250 poids et qui a une soixantaine d’années se vois comme le nez au milieu de la figure. Par conséquent, j’ai changé mon identité, mon apparence et mon sexe. Je me suis devenue Wes, petite et mignonne étudiante de français.


It's amazing how accurate this is.

Hi Joe Cuppa Joe

Here's a start to a new series called Mix Tape, in which I act like a pretentious Pitchfork pseudo-hipster music critic with a rod up my ass as I tell you about all the music YOU should be listening to and that YOU better like.

So the first mix tape is called Queer Ladies in Cafés. This is slightly maybe not inspired by Commercial Drive's extensive coffee shops that provide amazing eye candy approx 14 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Anyway, grab a lady, a cuppa and a book and let's listen to some music!!


"Miss Chatelaine" by k.d. lang
"You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" by Dusty Springfield
"Viz" by Le Tigre
"Like the Way I Do" by Melissa Etheridge
"Quicksand" by La Roux
"Covered" by Uh Huh Her
"You Don't Own Me" by Lesley Gore
"Beautiful" by Meshell Ndegeocello
"Astronaut" by Amanda Palmer
"You Make Me Weak At the Knees" by Electrelane
"Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins
"Jezebel" by Chely Wright 
"Crimson and Clover" by Joan Jett
"Future Crimes" by Wild Flag
"Galileo" by Indigo Girls
"Everytime I Go To Sleep" by Holly Miranda
"Midnight Sun" by The Sounds
"What Can I Say" by Brandi Carlile
"On Directing" by Tegan & Sara
"Give Me One Reason" by Tracy Chapman
"Breathe On Me" by Jennifer Knapp 
"Good Night Good Morning" by Beth Ditto
"Be Like This" by Men

The very fine Amber Heard wishes you a happy listening at your favourite coffee shop :)

What do you do with a B.A. in English?

So I taught my first full day of high school today. It was quite possibly the scariest thing I have ever put myself through and I never want to do it again.


Until I teach again tomorrow, that is.


Biggest eye-opener of the day: 
Talking to a grade 12 student about college and thinking, "Wow, this kid's mature for his age" before remembering that this kid isn't that much younger than me. 

Interesting observation:
Seeing a dumpster jumper hop enthusiastically into a large garbage bin on school grounds. 

Coolest thing about today:
Having students recognize me in the hallways. I can't believe the memories they have. I barely remember faces I've only seen a couple times.  

Reality check of the day:
Finding out that the skunk smell around the school is the smell of people preparing cocaine by school grounds the night before. Oh the joys of living in this lovely suburban city. 

Strangest thing about today: 
Getting flirted with by male and female teachers in the copy room. I thought that kind of stuff only happened in movies.


I have a feeling that becoming a teacher is all about discovering every single day that your students are smarter than you are.


I think I'm OK with that.



Sunday, 19 February 2012

A man who is a master of patience is a master of everything else.

Too bad I'm not a master of patience. I'm the complete opposite, actually.


So I'm on the wait list to go to Angelus Oaks. Thought to hell with it - one of my resolutions this year was to take a trip down to California, so I don't see why this can't be another reason to go. To hell with the fact that I'm a broke student. To hell with the fact that I'm going to check my email everyday now (which I hate to do) in order to see if I get off that waitlist. To hell with the fact that I have severely allergic reactions to mosquito bites.


The moral of the story is that sometimes, you have to get malaria in order to find yourself.

Friday, 17 February 2012

If you find a poutine you like....

.....you put a ring on it.

Hannah Hart wants to get you drunk.
This is a post about the most talented chef of all time.


Since the spring of 2011, food icon Hannah Hart has shared her masterful culinary creations on her web series, My Drunk Kitchen. Some of her meals have included grilled cheese (without the cheese), ice cream in ziploc bags, poutine, tacos with turkey meat, vegan cheesecake, trail mix pancakes and questionable meat pie (again with turkey).


What makes Hart much more skillful than the average iron chef is the fact that she prepares meals while intoxicated.


Not many chefs do that. 


Watching her videos is an experience akin to seeing your first 3-D movie. They normally start with her cracking open (okay, not literally cracking, but you know what I mean) her alcohol of choice for the day and end with her wasted as fuck. What happens in between is absolute genius, because not only does she cook something that looks exactly like the shit you eat, but you as an Internet viewer get to see her slow descent into drunkenness. And it's awesome because Hannah is the greatest drunk in the world.


The things she does once she's had too many include:
-taking off her glasses
-talking with a lisp
-perpetually winking
-falling down
-failing to open cheese packages
-forgetting about the cheese
-eating an onion
-opening things with her mouth

Every time I watch her, I thank God that someone as ridiculously cute as her has the audacity to get drunk on camera at least once a month.

Cooking shows on the Food Channel simply pale by comparison. Sorry, Bobby Flay. Your grilled moose meat or whatever it is you make will never be as appetizing as the thought of ice cream in a ziploc bag.