Monday, May 31, 2010

Dios Mio!

Can I just tell you guys how super-obsessed I am with Latin music right now? It's weird, yes. A little random, but so delightful! I especially like Marc Anthony. Which is probably the Latin music equivalent of saying I think Sylvester Stallone is an amazing actor. Whatever. I don't care. The amount of shimmying that has been going on in my car whilst listening to my Latin flair summer mix tapes (which are obviously CDs) is getting a little obscene. But when I'm cruising in Chi Chi (yes, my car has a ridiculous name. Deal with it), there's just nothing better than having a sassy mix playing while I roll around town with my windows down.

Moving right all five of you that read this know, I'm totally infatuated with 'The Bachelor' and 'The Bachelorette' on ABC. Well, great news! A new season of 'The Bachelorette' just started last Monday and it features Ali Fetodowsky as the new lucky single lady offered 25 hunks on a platter. Last season Ali left the show because of her job as a Junior Account Something at Facebook. There was a big dramatic scene when she left, which apparently devastated her so much she was unable to do her hair/makeup for the last rose ceremony she participated in. Seriously, guys, she looked a mess. Show some respect, Ali, you were on 'The Bachelor' for God's sake!

To start off this season we of course were given the requisite two hour season premiere where we got to meet the new bachelors vying for fame - ahem, excuse me, I meant Ali's affection - and this is going to be a lively bunch! Two guys jumped off the roof of the limo, rather than just walking out of the door. Straight out of the gate our host Chris Harrison (my friend Katie's crush...still don't get it) presents a box to the group and asks them to write down the names of anyone they feel is on the show 'for the wrong reasons.' Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, Producers. I'm sure there are only a couple of them there for the wrong reasons. That's why this show has such a strong history of matching winning couples. Yeah, not so much. I'm positively giddy for tomorrow night, though. I think overall it's going to be a highly entertaining season, mainly because Ali is so awkward. She's a cute girl, and I see a good dose of crazy in her eyes, which is exactly what I love about this show.

High Five!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Fool Me Twice...

I watched a real shit bomb tonight, titled "It's Complicated." Now, I know what you're thinking. "Duh." And you have a point. But despite all the luke-warm and/or bad reviews, I really was rooting for this movie. I should've known it was a bad idea when I went to Blockbuster, picked up the movie and while I was checking out (by the MOST. AWKWARD. GIRL. IN. AMERICA.) I just kept thinking, "God, I hope no one I know sees me."

I love, love, love Alec Baldwin, Steve Martin, and of course Meryl Streep. But sweet Mother of God, so much of the movie was stuff I just could not relate to, like being 60, to start with. For those of you who haven't seen it - stay strong! - basically it's the story of Jane (Streep) who has been divorced from her ex (Baldwin) for ten years. He is now married to a much younger and model-y-er lady, but when the two exes meet up in NYC, they get bombed in their swanky hotel and end up boning. The story then plods on and on and on for two more hours, in which Jane waffles between hooking up with her ex and starting something with a new guy (Martin). And throughout the movie while Streep and Baldwin are rehashing their failed marriage, the phrase, "no, it was both our faults" was uttered at least 12 separate times. Barf.

And I think it bears mentioning that I feel like my retinas may have been permanently scarred by seeing Alec Baldwin almost totally nude like three times. Terrifying, really. Especially since up until now, every time I watch "30 Rock" I've been pretending that underneath those suits Alec magically still had the bod he was rocking circa "Working Girl." I mean, WOW, what a difference twenty-five years makes! I can tell you, I'm seeing the same schlubby progression with Matthew Perry, and I don't like it one little bit. Let's all take a lesson from Brad and George, gentlemen, and stay diligent with the weights.

High five.