Monday, February 11, 2013

"You Belong to Me" 1941: Reviewed


A sick day home from school today resulted in Wicked, and, in search of something just as I awesome, I then decided to watch You Belong to Me.  This marks my fifteenth Barbara Stanwyck film and the official addition of Henry Fonda to my Favorite Actors list.  Directed by Wesley Ruggles and released in 1941, this romantic comedy marked the third and final installment of Stanwyck/Fonda movie pairings.  This movie includes everything a romantic comedy from the Golden Age should: lots of kissing, lots of humor, some pain, some jealousy, and a happy ending (with a nicely covered suggestive last line). 
The movie has a simple plot:
On a ski trip, rich, idle Peter Kirk pursues and falls (literally) for Helen Hunt, M.D. After a courtship of hypochondria, she agrees to marry him on the condition that she continue to practice medicine. But will jealous Peter be able to reconcile himself to his wife's seeing male patients?-(IMDb)
Missy plays Dr. Helen Hunt, and Fonda plays Peter Kirk.  This being my first oldies romantic comedy in a while, I forgot how fast couples fall in love.  Before the first thirty minutes have gone by, the two have met, fallen in love, and married.  I quickly got over it, though, because this was just an adorable, OTP worthy pairing.  The predictable happens: Dr. Hunt is constantly being called to take care of her patients, and this especially annoys her new husband when the calls start not even a day after being married.  He grows even more hurt and annoyed when he discovers a vast majority of her patients are male.  The rest of the movie basically consists of Helen being called away to work, Peter getting jealous and worried about all of her male patients and interfering with her work, Helen getting mad at Peter for embarrassing her and her patients, the two making up, Peter promising he trusts her, but then breaking that promise and the whole cycle starting over again.

Eventually, Peter and Helen have a huge fight after Peter pulling a particularly embarrassing stunt.  She storms off to bed and, when she wakes up, he is missing from the guest bedroom (where he was forced to sleep) and the rest of the house.  Helen goes to work completely distressed over the whole matter, and it is then that her secretary declares she has become a real wife.  It turns out Peter went out and found a job working at a clothing store selling ties after finally listening to Helen and realizing he needed a job to make his life worth living, even though he already had millions.

At this point, it’s important to reveal that throughout the whole film up until now, Helen has been adamant about continuing her practice.  She refuses to give up her job even though she is now married.  However, once she hears Peter has finally gotten himself a job, she immediately decides she can settle with him earning the money and closes down her office.  This really kind of enraged me.  What a great way to show a wife’s place versus her husband’s.  Now, I know that ‘these were the times,’ and it was only 1941, but really?  The movie started out portraying a head-strong woman just by the fact that she was a female doctor when it wasn’t a popular occupation for said sex.  The dialogue made its fair share of jabs by pointing out that the only reason Peter wanted her to be his doctor (He had a small skiing accident while trying to show off for her on the ski slopes, causing him to land on his head.) was because she was a good-looking woman.  That’s easier to deal with, though, because Missy did her fair share of yelling and arguing with that point.  But to see her then give up what she had been calling her ‘life’s purpose’ throughout the movie all because her husband now has a job is absurd and really an insult to the female race.

Back to the plot, Peter quickly loses his job because the vast majority of the employees are mad that a millionaire is given a job he clearly doesn’t need when others who do need it are not given the chance to earn this money.  After ranting to the gardener, who suggests that Peter should become an employer instead of an employee, Peter disappears yet again, worrying Helen all the more.  Eventually, she gets a call saying he is at a local hospital.  (At least, I assume a local hospital.  That would be the small-town-America in me talking.)  It is revealed that he is buying the place and this is where Helen’s earlier action of quitting her job for her marriage is sort of redeemed: Peter makes her Chief of Staff.  And that kicker last line?

“There’s a kid in 219 we ought to adopt.”
“You mean if we get too busy for—if we get too busy.”

All in all, not too shabby of a movie.  IMDb gives it 5.8/10 stars, and I gave it 3.5/5, mainly because I’m still not over the fact that Helen thought it was suddenly okay to give up her job for her husband like that.
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~Until Later…B

Thursday, January 31, 2013

January: Movies in Review

One month down, eleven to go!  This month I really didn't get as much movie time in as I wanted, but that never really happens until the summer when I don't do anything.  And seeing as I'll be on the road for a bunch of hours this summer, I could probably get two movies a day if I wanted.  For now, though, I'll just have to muddle through the business without movies.

Number of Movies Seen: 9

Number of Rewatches: 1 (The Lion King, 1994)

Highest Rating: 5/5 (Forrest Gump, 1994)

Lowest Rating: 3.5/5 (An American in Paris, 1951; Captain January, 1936)

Most Viewed Actor: --

Most Viewed Actress: --

Most Inspirational Movie: Fried Green Tomatoes (1991)

A Movie I've Finally Gotten Around to Watching: Citizen Kane (1941)

Monday, December 31, 2012

A Movie "Year" in Review

Month with the most watched movies:
July (13)

Month with the least watched movies:
September (5)

Month with the least rewatches:
July (0)

Month with the most rewatches:
December (4)

Most watched actress:
Minnie/Myrna Loy (3), Deanna Durbin (3)

Most watched actor:
Cary Grant (5)

Favorite new actress:
Gene Tierney

Favorite new actor:
Donald O'Connor

Oldest film:
The Hands of Orlac (1924, September)

Newest film:
Lincoln (2012, November)

Funniest film:
Revenge of the Bridesmaids (2010, October)

Saddest film:
The Lost Weekend (1945, November)

Favorite film overall:
The Lost Weekend

Least favorite film overall:
Bringing Up Baby (1938, July)

Ratings:
0/5..................................0
0.5/5...............................0
1/5..................................0
1.5/5...............................0
2/5..................................2
2.5/5...............................0
3/5................................10
3.5/5...............................3
4/5................................15
4.5/5...............................7
5/5................................14

Another Year and Still No Offer to Host 'The Essentials' on TCM

Another year of laziness, procrastination, tears, sweat, frustration, and anger has come and gone.  I've seen myself grow into a new person (though I can't say better), who has found out things about myself that I never realized before.  I've met quite a few inspiring and funny people, I've laughed so hard I've cried, I've torn my hair out in frustration, I've realized my dream career, and I've learned that I like to be right way too much.  But looking back, it's been a great year.  Sure, I didn't get half as much done as I wanted to, but that's not important.  What is, is that I've still managed to enjoy myself 67% of the time.  I sound so cheesy, I know.  (Lucky for me, no one reads these things.)  As is always the case, as the end of the year came closer, I started coming up with all these ideas to create a new me.  And that's not gonna happen; I'll decide it's lame or embarrassing before I even give it the chance.  One resolution I do plan to follow through on, however, is a little idea I stumbled across on Tumblr the other day.  It's really the easiest thing.  For all of 2013, I'm going to write a good memory on a sheet of paper everyday and stick it in a jar.  This time next year, I'll dump it all out and read it.  And I really want to just start this memory collection already.  (Also, looking back on all that I've written here, maybe I should work on refining my writing skills as well...)
So, anyway, happy New Year to you all.  Here, have a few images:



~B

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Fangirl, Huh?

I was going to write a nice little post about how Nerds are all-awesome; however, that did not work out too well...  (Want to see the gif set that inspired the post originally?  Click here.)  Instead, I think I shall define some words in dire need of defining.  They are as follows:

  • Fangirl
  • Fangirl
  • Fandom
  • Ship(ping)
  • OTP
  • Canon
  • FEELS

Okay, stop.  Breathe.  This won't be too hard.  Oh, wait.  You weren't freaking out?  Whoops.  Didn't think my heartbeat was that loud...
I don't know how many of you (eight or nine...) are on Tumblr or anything like that, but let me tell you: no one is ever really there to explain these terms to you.  You're welcome; Merry Christmas.  It's just something you pick up.  It's the slang of the fangirl world.  Look, there I go using a word that has yet to be defined.  The point is, unless you're seriously considering throwing the rest of your life away by sitting on your butt all day long wasting countless hours on Tumblr and reading fanfiction, these words won't really come in handy.  Especially considering every normal person has no clue what's being said.  That's when you're really in a pickle because by the time you start using these terms in normal, everyday conversation, you've forgotten the correct, universally understood term.  So, at long last, here goes...!

Fangirl
Really this is just a term for a female fan of anything.  (Without the italics,) this can also be fitted to the male gender: fanboy.

Fangirl
Fangirl encompasses all genders.  We're They're the extremists.  The ones who freak out over the smallest touch between two characters, details, release dates, merch(andise), actors/actresses, shooting locations, etc.  Be warned: context clues are really what are gonna tell you which version is being used.

Fandom
The best way I can explain this is a kingdom of fans.  Let's use the ILL (I Love Lucy) fandom.  The "royalty" would be Ball, Arnaz, Vance, and Frawley because they are the main stars of the show.  The fans of the show make up the kingdom's people.  But there are also fandoms for ships/OTPs (see below), in which case (still with ILL), the Ricardos would be your "royalty."

Ship(ping)
Shipping is the act of being for the relationship between two people/characters.  It could be male/female, male/male, female/female, or other...things depending on the...extremeness...Yeah there are some BAD fanfics out there...This is the tricky one.  Once you learn this word and fully understand it, you'll start using it in everyday conversation.  An example for you:  "Oh, Lucy and Desi.  I totally ship it!" or "Oh, Betty Haynes and Bob Wallace: ship it!"  Yes, it is completely acceptable to use this term for real people/couples.  At which point couple names come in handy.  (Jaggie, Brangalina, etc.)

OTP
One True Pairing.  Now, remember this one.  It's so important.  OTP really goes hand-in-hand with shipping.  I guess OTP was originally intended to be your TOP ship from all your fandoms, but no one on Tumblr follows the rules.  Ergo, it is very much acceptable to have multiple OTPs from multiple fandoms.  Want some examples?  Psych OTPs: Shules, Carlowe; CH OTPs: Lucy/Ricky, Nick Charles/Nora Charles, Betty Haynes/Bob Wallace, etc.  There are also BrOTPs, which are like bromances (brotherly romance, but definitely not incest.  See: Shawn and Gus (Shus).)

Canon
Canon relates to OTPs and shipping and refers to established couples (or couples already together) within a show/movie/book.

FEELS
The worst one, the most taxing one.  FEELS are feelings, plain and simple.  However, they aren't especially used in the same context.  FEELS for the fangirl world (the really obsessive fangirls, in case you didn't catch that) are feelings so strong that you basically have an attack.  Like a feelings seizure.  This especially occurs when OTPs (especially when not canon) share a cute moment or something really surprising happens.  Common responses for Tumblr users especially include "I can't" and "asd;klfalskd," or something to that affect.  It basically just indicates that we they are unable to properly function after what they just watched.

Lastly, I did not list this, but I did mention it a few times.  Fanfiction.  I don't know if there's anyone who does not know what FF is, but in case you do not...
Fanfiction is stories written by fans of a show/book/movie, or sometimes even a song/band.  Often it's a good way to get through a hiatus or to get some much needed OTP moments not provided on the show.  Some important terms to know, especially if you read on fanfiction.net are OOC (out of character), AU (alternate universe), A/N (author's note), R&R (read & review), songfic (FF written based on a song with the lyrics moving the story along), one-shot (mostly one page stories, also known as shorts), crossover (where a story is written combining two different shows, etc.), fluff (cute scenes between characters that really doesn't have a plot), slash (FF with same-sex pairings).

For those of you who stayed on to read everything, I hope this helped clear up any language issues you've been having.  I know this isn't really related to the purpose of this blog, but I feel this really needed to be done.  And remember: URBAN DICTIONARY IS YOUR FRIEND!

Friday, December 21, 2012

The Grand Master Plan

With age comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes...wise and obvious ideas?  Yes, it's true.  You all know I'm obsessed with Rosemary Clooney.  (Wait, you don't?  ...)  However, it has only just recently dawned on me that I'm doing everything wrong.  She may be gone (and may she rest in peace), but that doesn't mean I can't get closer to her in some way.  "Bailey, you've gone off your rocker."  Thanks for finally catching on, but let me further explain: George Clooney.
Yes, that George Clooney.
"Okay, you've totally lost me."  Yeah, not many people seem to be able to follow my thought process.  George Clooney, the ultimate bachelor, just so happens to be Rosemary Clooney's nephew.  Seeing as I can't posthumously marry Rosie (yeah, that would be really weird...), I've decided to turn my sights onto someone else.  Sorry, Cary.
Of course, some people might view me as a gold digger for this decision.  I assure you, I am not.  More like a...relative digger.  I'm in it for the relation and the relation only.
"But, Bailey, you're not even 16."  Shut up.
"He's the ultimate bachelor for a reason..."
"Isn't that called a football marriage or something?"  Not one for football...
"He's old enough to be your father."  Stop rubbing it in.
"He's famous and you're...when was the last time you ever even went outside?"  I understand you are fluent in Tumblr problems.
"Good luck.  Not."
Thank you.  I have taken all of your comments into consideration.  The back-up plan?  Yahoo! is a very nice area to read about stuff I don't even need to know about.  And that, my dear reader(s?), is how I came across a certain key point in my back-up plan: Adelia Clooney, George's (yes, now we're on a first name basis) sister.  George's unfamous sister.  George's unfamous sister with children.
Oh, this just keeps getting better and better!
If George refuses to marry me, there are two other Clooney children I can marry.  And if they're already married?  Well, they should have some kids.  Of course, I might be removed a generation, but that's totally fine with me.  So long as I marry a Clooney somewhere down the line.
As I was telling my two best friends my Grand Master Plan yesterday (They both have boyfriends, and I wanted to change up my boyfriend jokes.  You know, the ones about how my boyfriend doesn't celebrate Christmas, doesn't live near me, doesn't give me presents?  He's a little...stiff.  Interpret that how you will.), pointed out the one problem in my Grand Master Plan: I'm a fangirl.
Never have I been so cursed.
Picture it: George and I are sitting in the living room around the Christmas tree with the rest of the family, and everyone's telling old stories about Rosie while her records play.  And then it'd be my turn to talk.  "Did you know Rosemary Clooney started singing with Tony Pastor's Big Band with her sister Betty?  When Betty decided to give up singing, Rosie went solo.  I have some of the coolest pictures of her on my laptop!"  *awkward silence*
So there's the only thing that will bring me down.  It's really not my fault that I absorb (*cough cough* obsessively wiki-stalk *cough cough*) my favorites!  "Yes, it is."  Shh...
But it will work.  I assure you.  He'll go from this:
To this:

Mrs. Clooney OUT!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Classic and "Classic" (Yes, There Is a Difference)

There are two definitons to the word "classic."
First there's classic.  This, in my book, refers to movies 1950's or 1960's and before.  (i.e., My Name is Julia Ross, Four Daughters, The Rains Came, The Diary of Anne Frank, Don Juan, etc.)
Then there's classic.  This means a movie that is so phenomenal that it's a definite must-see.  (i.e., The Shawshank Redemption, Titanic, Dirty Dancing, Footloose, Grease, Toy Story, etc.)
Of course, it's totally possible to have a movie that fits under both categories.  (i.e., Meet Me in St. Louis, The Wizard of Oz, Gone with the Wind, White Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, etc.)
Just so ya'll know...So when I get mad at people calling modern films classic, this is why.  Because half the time they're probably not.  (*cough cough* The Social Network *cough cough*)
~Mini rant over.

P.S.  This was way better in the shower.
P.P.S.  And if anyone knows how to pass chemistry when the teacher can't teach the subject, HELP.