My whole, catching-up-with-watching-movies-everyone-else-has-seen continues. Today I sat down to watch 'Knocked Up', luckily my brother intercepted before I got past the DVD menu and told me I would hate it and should watch something else. I am not easily led by other people or anything but those clos to me know I'm not very good when it comes to certain films and my weird likes/dislikes, and seeing as 'Knocked Up' was done by the same person as '40 Year Old Virgin' which I gave up trying to watch quarter of the way through because I thought it was so vile.
So I opted for The Big Lebowski, it had boobs in and I don't watch films with boobs in if I can avoidit but I guess the trade off was worth it. I don't have sophisticated film tastes (my favourite film is Wayne's World and I like anything with Muppets in). Julianne Moore seems to be an actress who can't resist getting her kit off in films but I must say it's not in a slutty-young-starlet-Megan Fox-'look at me look at me' kind of way in any of the films, it's more on a par with Kate Winslet's fondnest for nudity that doesn't alienate female viewers or seem excessively gratuitous. This is a subject I could go in to in more detail as it is an areaof body politics I am interested in, but I won't here and now.
When I was 14/15 and before I knew better I used to love the film 'Dude, Where's My Car?'. Now having finally watched Lebowski I see the intertextuality between the two and I have understanding and a tiny bit more respect for the homage in 'Dude...Car'. On a really girly level, I liked the Dude's chunky knit cardie and I am now feeling nostalgic for nights at a cocktail bar in Lancaster, the name of which I have forgotten where you used to get amazing White Russians.
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