Monday, April 27, 2009

11:14

An indie film made in 2003 just might be on your cult favorites list before you know it.

So what does this film have going for it other than Hillary Swank with big braces and as a clerk who will not lose her job? Throw in Ben Foster's intense performance as the dude who's accident from peeing out of a window in a moving van leads to quite a distress, and you wonder just where is this film going.

You've got some amazing film shot and story telling. Since the story is broken up leading up to the "crash" that happens at 11:14.

True you have to wonder how low can they go with white trash Americana. Still there is a flavor that flows through the film of actual realism. Patrick Swayze's performance is worthy as well as the father who gets in a complicated situation with his dog who is no help.

I won't say its the best film I've ever seen, but its a gem of some sort in the rough with some gritty yet true performances.


Monday, April 20, 2009

more confessions of a fan fic writer -a rocky road


To my surprise, I was shocked when I found out Nico and Ashley aka Newt and Amy on Hollyoaks are in a real relationship. I always thought it would have been interesting if the two got together on the show. But of course, there are a few hangups and it wouldn't do just to let them have an ordinary relationship. Throw in some slash fan fic and well, you've got a triangle of sorts. But in my Simon n Josh series, Amy didn't have Ste's baby but Newt's baby. Of course, there is a history between Newt & Ste as well.


In reality, Nico who just turned 18 shares a flat with Ashley and the guy who plays Justin. And Ashley is just a year older than him. Or two. He plays someone younger on the show and so does she. Although, he looks so young without that wig. Its true, Nico wouldn't be Newt without that wig and eye-liner. But I'm sure in reality Ashley is a really good influence on Nico with her charity work. And now it sounds she might be up and coming on the music charts as well since Hollyoaks has launched a single from Amy being in a band with Josh. Of course, it couldn't be that way in fan fic land. You just want to turn it up a notch, twist and turn the story around and complicate matters even more.
Its just in reality, it must be so hard yet exciting to move away from home so young to start a career as those who have with Hollyoaks. Of course, one must wonder if it gets a bit cushy for them as those who star in soaps here in the states. You can see they are breakout stars, but it must be a comfort to have a steady paycheck.
While on the hand, in Ivyoaks one is slumming and for the most part in Simon & Josh is a sweet case of the Lost Boys who have found their way to each other and are certain they can have their way in the world without a fearless leader. And as luck would have it, there is the Oaks too.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Observe & Report

Can it get anymore controversial? You've got Hollywood going after him for racism and Is Rape funny now? All because of this movie that some say is a remake of the Paul Blart film..Mall Cop. Which it isn't.

This might be Seth's Punch Drunk Love performance. Remember when Adam Sandler came out with that? Not his funny stuff. And as a comedic actor, Seth can act and throw a punch too.

Its a story about a bi-polar male that some may start to wonder, how did he ever get that job in the first place. After all, he's on his meds faithfully. Granted, he's no lady's man.

Of course, the mall is his turf. His world and then a flasher invades it. BEWARE FULL FRONTAL. He makes a stand. Except. The real cop takes over.

Naturally, we can see how Anna Farris' Brandy can stir some controversy. Some may be put off with her bimbo actions. Well, skank. Completely. And was it or wasn't it rape in the bedroom scene? Vomit is involved, yet a very far cry from the brutal scene that is the essence of Last house on the left. Give or take the question of rape in that Rogen/Farris scene. Was it funny? No, yet it did go to show how dysfunctional the average Joe&Jane are when it comes to sex. Must they be completely drunk to do it? A sad sort in fact.

Then there is the whole Fuck You scene between Rogen and the guy name Saddam. He fingers him to be the guy stealing at the mall. Oh well, I won't spoil it for you, but then you have to remember the main dude in this picture isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. However, he can shoot a gun, and he is pumped.

This really is a movie of a man finding justice. Fighting possibly like a loon, but still its definitely one of Rogen most ground break roles. You've never seen him quite like this. Also the girl, Collette Wolfe who plays Nell is so refreshing. She's just a touch of Amy Adams that is the most redeeming quality of this film. Hopefully, she'll be the next IT GIRL.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Sparkle & Fade by Ivy Parker


He was telling me what he was going to do with his life. I'm not sure why he dragged me into it at three in the morning. But Melvin decided, "I'm getting married."

I yawned, and remembered I was still in my flannel bottoms and my white ribbed undershirt. I breathed out morning breath, and Melvin was some where between sweet and sour from the wine he must have absorbed through the night or maybe it was just Zima. Anyway, it brought him to this brink to find me- to tell me the news.
I thought he forgot where I lived. I hadn't seen him around in months.
"Great," I said. I didn't expect to hear first.

"Yeah, it's incredible." That silly grin. So Beautiful.

There he was on my bed perfect in the essence of the bathroom light. This was pretty incredible. A sheet between us, and he decided to finally get personal. I suppose that other stuff before must have been kid stuff. The kind of thing Freshmen go through when they're lost and by the time we're a Senior in college we should know where we're going and what we want.

"Except there's this problem."

"Problem?"

His narrow green eyes were staring at me, but I'm sure I wasn't on his mind.

"She's decided she wants to be a guy."

"I guess that could be a problem." Nothing shocked me, anymore. Where were all the normal people? Maybe I was the one who wasn't normal, I was beginning to think as I stared back at him. That's what I needed in my life...obstacles.

"But I don't care," Melvin announced. His hands extended like God blessed him and forgot the rest of us. I watched his broad fingers come down and touch his soft shiny shoulder length hair. He then put one strand of hair behind one ear then the other like it was part of a meditation move. "I'll do whatever takes. If she wants to be a guy, then she can be a guy. I want to be with her anyway...that's how much I love her."

I thought about something stupid to say like ' have you thought about becoming a female now,' but I didn't find any humor in his somber words that were so sincere, and honest. I wanted to cry with bitterness and happiness. This kind of thing would never happen to me. I knew it now as I looked at him. He was in love and not with me.

"Mel, this is totally amazing." I smiled. " I can hardly believe this...but good for you...yeah...good for you...you're incredible..really...it's incredible."

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I loved this guy. He loved somebody that much, and I wondered what it could ever be like to be a part of that. And then it happened. I almost fell on him. My lips touched his. I was hungry for his lips, and it was just like the beginning of last semester. I think he remembered too because he didn't hesitate. It was a lingering kiss that generated more, more of undressing, more of finding my skin next to his like a slow warm burn. I guess it was hard to break old habits, after all.

It felt radiant, like laughter, to ease the pain. I hadn't really done anything this semester but wait for this very moment to savor a time like this, bask in someone else's joy and for a moment to think it was my own.



I e-mailed Ray. I asked him how his ganja garden grew. I loved his letters. I wish he wrote more. He wrote everyday, and I still wanted more. He told me about his tattoo of the moon on his arm. He's a graphic artist who lives in Santa Monica. His mother gives him Native American rememedies when he's sick.

I don't even know what he looks like, but it's a comfort...his letters. That should be enough...but it's never enough. And I find myself telling him things that I'm not. I told him I had a tattoo on my ankle, and then I said I got one on my right breast. I could only hope it would match his.

This kind of thing about fiction gets compulsive after awhile, and I'll sit around my room thinking I got to know the truth even if it's lies...I want to believe them. And something will fester in my head till I know its right, and I can't wait to tell him what I know. I get on the computer and expand on the thought that just might bring us one step closer to having something I never had with anyone else before. I just might be in love, or maybe I just want to be in love.

While I was online.... well Dell, my roommate got mad. He barged into my room and unplugged the computer.

"Get your own damn phone line," he snapped.

"I just got on."

"I don't care." He shrugged. Those persistant dark eyes stared at me. "This is a house, people live here..there's only one phone line."

"God...can't you use your cell?" I crossed my arms and sulked.

"What do you do up here all night, anyway, when you are on this damn thing?"

"I have my friends...okay." I winced.

"We're your friends."

"Yeah...right." I knew who my friends were. He was just my roommate. There was no connection here. I didn't buy his beer. I wasn't the one who crashed his parties.

"You need a life."

"Well, if you haven't noticed...it's pretty filled up..with classes...the job at the radio station..the internship."

"Do you really do any of those things, Frannie?"

"Excuse me..don't you have a phone call to make?"

"C'mon...let's just not fight. I can't take that. Not right now." Dell squinted hard.

"Did you change your major to psychology or something?" What was this all about? Mr. Nice guy suddenly?

"If you haven't noticed...and evidently..you haven't ....we're the only ones here. Everyone has left." He sighed.

"Does that mean....I have to spend time with you?" I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

"You could."

I saw him look at my messy bed then. I wondered if he could tell that Melvin had been there. Like a slight ache, I wondered if Melvin even remembered being here. I got up and opened my window thinking the air of old sex might be thick in the room. I couldn't tell. Though I doubted if the old smell would wear off on Dell anytime soon. He seemed to be immune to that sort of thing.
Dell was sporting a shorter hair cut. He kind of had a Ceaser thing going which kind of gave him a fresh look. But I really didn't want to notice what lived below me, I knew enough about him already. He was the quiet type with his couch potato tendencies even while the stereo played. I thought the TV made him mindless.

"I'm upstairs, you're in the basement..why do we have to see each other?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know. We did our laundry together once."

"A real cultural experience." I smirked.

I remembered. He listened to Spanish being spoken like he was doing a documentary asking strangers to accent the various vowel sounds, and I was cornered by a mentally retarded girl who didn't want me to get close to her washer. I never went back to the laundry mat with him. Anyway, I decided I didn't want to do six months worth of dirty clothes ever. I mended my wicked ways when it came to laundry. We got together in the house and bought a washer and dryer from the neighbor who's wife left him.

"It wasn't so bad." He reminded me.

"Dell, you go around quoting stuff from PBS." I informed him.

"What's wrong with that?"

"You're not my type." I told him as I found something to do, putting the old shoe boxes laying around back in the closet. I thought he might get the hint I actually had something to do.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing," I said trying to put the shoe boxes on the top of the closet shelf. "Why can't you go, have a few beers, maybe take in a club or two. Hey, you might even get lucky."

"I don't want to get lucky."

"Okay, so I don't listen to myself think." I looked back at him wishing I could ask him if I needed new curtains or not. Dell could find something to fix, anything to leave me alone. But I liked the white sheets hanging over the window.

When I put the last shoe box on the shelf, the whole stack tumbled down on the floor and pictures floated everywhere. A blizzard of memories at my feet.

I started to gather the mess on the hard wood floor and tossed them into any box I could find. I then looked up and saw Dell there on the floor going through the snapshots.

"I don't guess there are any pictures of me?" He looked sad.

"Um....nope, I don't think so."

There might have been. On occasion I took snapshots of various roommates' birthdays. He might have been in a shot or two, but I hadn't purposely taken any pictures of Dell.

"Lot's of wedding pictures." He nodded with a sigh.

I took snapshots of several weddings. Many of my friends were divorced now. I guess I could throw some of the pictures away since those lives no longer were linked together.

"Yeah, I guess I'm always a bride's maid never a bride."

"Marriage is death, you know." His ominious statement made me cringe slightly.

"Really?"

I wish I could figure out a way to unplug him before he got started on some of these endless issues of his. Why couldn't he just make his own damn documentary and sale the thing to PBS instead of telling me.

"I don't know. Some people get lucky I guess," Dell said.

"Melvin's getting married." I squinted. What a mistake. But then he's an idiot about women.
I'm sure I didn't change Melvin's mind. I don't guess I could make him melt every time he saw me. I'm just not that kind of person. I guess.

I felt drunk thinking of him wondering if alcohol could actually be carried through the sperm to cause such a reaction. That was last night. It was little late to still be drunk.

"He's crazy," Dell said.

"You ever wanted to get married?" I found more pictures stretched out in the corners of my room.

"I don't know...maybe."

His voice sounded restless. Oops. Opening old wounds.

"I almost had a kid, once." He sighed as if it were a miserable thought now.

My ears burned when I heard his words. I strained to hear if he said more, but I didn't question him. I looked for more pictures of faces I hardly knew. It was sad to think that I was just a face in a snapshot probably tucked away in a scrapbook. Maybe they didn't remember my name. Just that girl with the dark pink hair.

"You know, I don't have any pictures of anybody I really wanted to take a picture of." I laughed.

"Oh yeah, like who..Michael Stipe?"

"I'm not that crazy about him anymore."

"He was your God...I thought." Dell grinned.

"I think all those drugs might have cluttered his brain, after all. Or mine."

The last article I read about the lead singer of REM in Rolling Stone left a bad vibe in my heart about him. He just didn't make sense. I guess nobody's perfect.

"No, I'd love to have a picture of Jonas Williams," I then said.

"Who in the hell is Jonas Williams?"

"Somebody, I replaced down at the radio station," I shrugged, "He showed me the ropes by phone. I think he was a Negro albino."

"Those must be hard to find."

"God, Dell..he wasn't in the damn zoo. He's a person...a great person."

"You must have been in love."

"I didn't know him like that." I confessed, "He just took the time to help me, answer questions. I haven't met anyone like that since I've been at the station. He was working at another station, and he'd call..see how I was doing. I really felt close to him...wish I had his picture."

"You can't take a picture of everything."

Dell handed over the pictures he gathered up. I put them in the empty shoe box on the floor.

"I guess I have too many pictures." I shrugged.

"Yeah, we all have too much stuff we carry around." He nodded.

His tender fingers brushed against my flushed face. I wanted to pull away but I couldn't. My dark eyes met his, heavy with something waiting to resolve. I couldn't see myself in him at all.
His fingers then stretched through my hair, and his hands tucked around my neck like he needed me to lean in.

"I..I can't have kids." I heard my voice crack, and I didn't mean to talk. I lie sometimes for no reason. It kind of makes me think I'm someone else for a little while. I should have majored in drama, but I could only get those sweet ingenue parts. I'm sick of those parts.

"What?" I felt his warm breath on my face.

I pulled to my feet, took my boxes of pictures and put them back on the dresser where they were before.

"I mean, I haven't been to the doctors or anything about it, but I know it's not going to happen. I mean, it's not like I'm not careful or anything. I've been on the birth control pills for years, and then I started thinking..well why go to the trouble when it's not going to happen, anyway..so I got off the pill...I mean I use condoms. I have a diaphragm. But it's like..why go to all the trouble..you know..when I'm not going to have a baby...anyway."

"Frannie?" He looked at me seriously.

"What?"

"I don't want any kids," Dell said. "I mean..when it happened...I would have done anything if I could have carried that kid for nine months, myself. She wanted an abortion. I hated that...God how I hated her telling me she was getting a damn abortion, and then it ended in a miscarriage."

"Did you have a funeral or anything?"

His forehead mashed against mine.

He shook his head, no.

"How about that-?" I swallowed my words. We shouldn't be here. He's my roommate for God's sakes. I didn't know how to rewind. I didn't want to rewind.

"Don't you have e-mail to check?" He said.

"You never did get that phone call."

"What phone call?"

Could he possibly be a better liar than me? I don't think so. Maybe.

What did he have in mind? Didn't he know I was use to sex like good dope when I could get it. God, I'm pathetic.

It made me sad that things didn't worked out with him and that girl, but maybe he could forget about her for a while.

We kissed slowly as if it might hurt otherwise.

It's strange getting to know somebody, getting to know their body. How'd he know what I wanted all this time? I don't think Mel ever knew. It was just sex with him.

But this was emerging in to something. Like a sweet smile that last long afterwards. Like history being made.

He liked to use his mouth, and I liked his lips.

This could really be something more than casual. I might actually watch PBS with him. Sometime.


© Ivy's Closet

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Sex & Breakfast


Not sure what I was expecting. But it wasn't this. It was a little film with perhaps a bitter heart. It has to be one of the worst this past year in film. Which is so sad.


You've got a great cast. I mean, you just don't see Maculay Culkin in just anything. And you've got bilingual actor Kuno Becker along with Eliza Dushku and Alexis Dziena as the foursome who don't exactly make it work in a sex group in the most clinical conditions.


Perhaps it was the build up that was slow as constipation. We really see nothing about who they really are. You don't know what they do. No one has any quirks. Nothing. Its just they are unsatified. Out of all, Eliza comes off as the most unsatisfied. Its as if she hated every love scene she was in.


Of course, as a whole you can see as American actors...no one is exactly comfortable in that situation. Unlike in Love Songs where you have a threesome which I'll have to admit I thought would be more exciting, I suppose than what it was, but at least it was a bit more playful. Perhaps really, what they are telling you, "Don't do it. Its not as great as you think it is....." or "you'll have to watch porn if you want the real thing..."


But in this film as modern romance bounces back to the public again and again..is the fact.."we need counceling if you're not having an orgasm." That is if you are a real rational person. Of course, from an Americana perspective, we're a pretty much fucked up bunch in our dysfunctional lives- thats when you need Mickey Rourke to the rescue...which you will not find in this film.


Culkin is at his best when ruthless as he was in the Party Animal. You don't know how many times in this movie I was hoping Mac would kiss Kuno in the restroom where they met twice. Now that might have been a movie worth watching. The soundtrack is worth listening too, especially Lightening Rod from Guster and Leaves in the River (a movie should be made just from that song alone) by Sea Wolf..amazing..just wish the movie had been.

Monday, April 6, 2009

what do you put in your journal



OK, I'm good at faking journals. Sort of. I don't know why. I mean, I don't intend to start it out that way for any purpose. Yet it becomes character driven and well, its a fun way to get to know characters. And I have an inking I have hurt many readers feelings in doing so, thinking it was real. For the most part it is creative nonficiton. Its just looking at stories from your own life through someone elses eyes that you write as if you were them. It can be even insightful even in to your own.

Lets say, you're female..well, write in first person as if you are a male. If that can't be done, think how your pet might think. A baby might feel. It might surprise you what you find.

I've always enjoyed reading other people's journals. Especially, historical ones like Happy as a big Sunflower and Mollie which really gives one insight of how life really was right after the civil war. People had time to write back then perhaps not for complete pleasure since most couldn't afford paper, but journals were used for weather, planting, when Bessy had her calf. Mundane things.

Now we need journals as a self diagnosis of our lives, our romances, our weight, the food we eat. A book still comes in handy to jot down moments of joy and sadness.

Which brings me to the most far out journal I ever came across. A guy's journal of how many times a week he had sex with his different girlfriends. He was thorough in his adventures. I'm not sure if it was the science of it, or perhaps the pleasure of knowing just how many he did, when and where. And of course, the plans. How much to spend on her. What he expected to accomplish.

Did I ever give it back to him? Well, no. He never put his last name, anywhere. And I had found it in the middle of some parking lot.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

spring wrap


OK, this is sort of my own pattern. I made it for a friend's birthday. She's really into earth tones and loves green. Hopefully, she'll enjoy it.
Really the interior of it is rather simple..single crochet. I kept thinking of a fisherman's net. It more of something spring and summer for the beach or a cool night that can just rest on your shoulders. Using this "netting" technique does make the yarn go farther.
The edging is double crochet.
The peculiar thing is that I don't keep that many things I crochet for myself.
Generally, I give them away. I'm working on a triangular scarf at the moment. I think I'll keep it. I'm not sure anyone would want it.