But I don't want strawberry popcorn...

Was at yuppie hell again today (more commonly known as Siam Paragon, an oversized exercise in elitist consumerism). Sittha wanted to watch Good Night ,and Good Luck; it was part of the Bangkok Film Festival. It was good, a lot better than I thought. It was also extremely timely, dealing as it does with the whole McCarthy witch hunt - can't help but see the similarities with current events both in America and Thailand. There were some minor quibbles, I thought, mostly with composition (oh, my, that's the Film Studies class in me talking); like, for some shots, Clooney should have gone wide, but he focused in and vice versa. Silence could have been utilized better. The black and white was a good choice. Overall, though, it was a good movie, despite the obvious Oscar moments. For anyone who knows me and has ever asked me how I feel about a) Six Feet Under or b) {insert name of pretentious Oscar-winning movie}, they know I have this thing against "Emmy/Oscar moments". I use this term to refer to any scene in a television show or movie that you just know is contrived to reap in the rewards. Apologies to Sittha, but Six Feet Under is overwhelmingly guilty of this. Every freaking minute of that show is designed to make critics go "brilliant!", "powerful!", "I felt emotions I'd never felt before!", etc. etc. etc., shoot me. The whole show is constructed to subliminally yell, "Yes, you're right, this is some good stuff. Give us an Emmy. NOW!" Some movies are like that too, though I can't think of any off the top of my head...oh, wait, Cold Mountain comes to mind. "They complain about the weather, but they make the rain and stand in it...and oh, yoo-hoo, Oscar people, are you seeing how I inject feeling into these pathetic melodramatic, semi-nonsensical lines?" No, that's not how Renee Zellweger's speech went, but it did go that direction in my head. Playing for accolades. God, I just hate that. I have nothing against arty movies. I also have nothing against commercial movies. I have very ecletic tastes. I will watch just about anything if it takes my fancy, just let it be a good story well told. I love X-Men and Adam Sandler and teen romantic comedies, but I also want to watch Brown Bunny (still haven't) and I loved Secretary and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The same for my music tastes - on my playlist right now? Destiny's Child, Hoobastank, John Mayer, Nelly and Josh Groban. Will these people ever be stuck in an elevator together? I think not; but they're stuck in my speakers. Ha. Let's see...I wasn't going to mention Sittha again (he was like, "You don't have to blog about me all the time") but I kinda have to to finish this story. Sorry, man, really (just a little tangent here - the guy took like an hour to finish a burger and fries, but I turned around like two seconds and his ice cream was all gone! What, did he drink it down? ) So, anyway, last night, he, Alan and I went to Brokeback Mountain, right? And Jake Gyllenhaal was smokin' hot in it, I mean on fire. Especially with his shirt off. And I guess I was thinking about it a little too much because he got inside my head and made me a...uh, shall we say, naughty, girl.  Hahahaha. Well, I'm having this great dream and it doesn't seem to matter that a) Jake was in a gay cowboy movie and b) Sittha (whoops, sorry, mentioned him again) - Sittha -  uh, I was told (by who? Oh, someone...) that he might actually be gay in real life, he is...um, well, he's carving the turkey quite well, if you catch my drift...Uh, you know...and guess what happens? Sittha - ugh, I mean...well, yeah, Sittha shows up and says, "But I don't want strawberry popcorn." And Miko's there too, doing what I don't remember. Mood killer! Crazy! This stems from two separate evnts yesterday - Sittha emphatically refusing to eat strawberry-flavored popcorn at the movies and me asking him about Miko, because she is MIA. So, there, he ruined the good bit! Hopefully, tonight, there might be a sequel. (And no, I won't be mentioning Sittha again for quite awhile, seeing as how we both have loads of work to do and no time to dedicate to arty movies. My apologies for taking his name in vain!)  

Final thought: Good night...and get lucky.