I feel confident saying that there is nothing that Michael and I geek out about more than Harry Potter. I’m sure at some point in the next few days we’ll sit down together, hugging like fools, and watch the new Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 trailer frame. by. frame. Analyzing it. Loving it. Crying over it. I unfortunately just watched it for the first time by myself so I was forced to talk at my computer like a crazy person. Is my roommate home? Who knows. But if she is, god help her. Because I’m going to keep shouting “Holy shit” as I watch it roughly 25 more times and then pass out from all the excitement. PS Spoilers abound below so read with caution!
Category: Movies
No, WE are eternally grateful.
(SPOILER FREE!) Being the hardworking young Americans we both are, we went to a weekday morning showing of Toy Story 3 (in glorious 2-D!) equipped with enough doughnuts and mimosas to crack open the hard shells of cynicism and bitterness we typically don and enough Kleenex to dry up the resultant tears. Most are calling this the best movie of the summer. Many are calling it the best movie of the year. Some are now even calling the entire saga the best motion picture trilogy of all time. So what’d we think of the finale of one of the most influential and memorable film series of our lifetimes?
… you’ll need to give us a moment.
Even during the Great Depression, people queued to see the movies.
The good thing about being really, really, super poor this particular summer is that it hasn’t been all that hard to trim down my entertainment budget. I’ll be honest… I’m not a big fan of thrillers (Splice), stupid comedies (Get Him to the Greek) or Shrek movies, so really, there hasn’t been a lot so far that I’m dying to pay eleven hard-earned dollars to see. And when people start to tell me about how great Get Him to the Greek is, or how Splice is actually a compelling movie that brings up intriguing questions, I usually either think to myself that I’ll watch them when they’re streaming on Netflix (which I’m paying like $16/month for already) or I ignore those evil assholes completely.
Still, let’s be real… it’s as hard to keep Michael Trenary out of the theater in the summer as it is to keep Jamie Oliver out of a PopFountain post. So whilst rolling about $20 worth of pennies that I would later use to pay my June electric bill, I developed a brand new way to prioritize my movie ticket spending. Behold, A Poor Man’s Guide to the Movies…
Geez, Youtube. You made uploading this video a CHORE. But here it is, our June 2010 movie guide. Enjoy!
PS For added enjoyment try taking a drink every time we reference another movie not in the line up. Like my uncle always says, “It’ll get you there.”
It is only a matter of time before Chris Kirkpatrick is asked to join Dancing with the Stars.
As promised in our Summer Movie Preview video, Michael and I went to see Iron Man 2 this past weekend amidst an embarrassing, “What do you mean you bought your tickets for Pacific Place? I thought we were going to Cinerama” debacle. But we rebounded quickly and found out that a large diet coke really can solve all of your problems (am I right popfountain fans???). And once the annoyingly aggressive obese people behind us moved to the middle section to kick someone else’s chair we were home free. Warning: there weren’t really any good previews, so go ahead and keep looking for some good parking. You ain’t missing much.
But on to the main event. What a fun movie! Rob Down Jr, get in my life. You’re so funny and perfect for this role. You make it look easy, and it isn’t. And to the writers, thank you for not overcomplicating the plot and adding in too many villains with intricate (read: uninteresting) back stories like the Spiderman series. We go to Iron Man to laugh and you delivered. And besides the crazy resemblance of Mickey Rourke to *NSYNC forgettable Chris Kirkpatick I really didn’t have that much to gripe about. Not even Scar Jo, who I more often than not detest for her lack of acting chops and inability to breathe through her nose. So instead of just saying what I, a 20-something poverty stricken media whore, have to say I interviewed my two adorable Iowan parents for that middle class Midwestern perspective. Read on, youse guys.
Christ, kid, take it easy on the Mountain Dew!
Remember when you were a little kid and you’d go to a gas station and get a pop and much to your mom’s chagrin you’d mix all of the flavors together until what was in your cup was a brown cacophony of syrupy sweetness that you wouldn’t dream of drinking now that you’re all *cough*mature*cough*? Well, that’s kind of what it’s like going into a conversation between Kiki and me. We start out talking about one thing but quickly add in so many other topics that by the end we’re not really sure what we’ve wound up talking about… just that it was insightful, revelatory gold (even if only to us.) From time to time, we hope you will indulge us (and let’s face it, if you’re reading this, you probably already are) as we share with you our “Conversational Suicides” such as this one, which stems from my recent conversation with Ms. Abba regarding her negative feelings toward Jesse Eisenberg.
MICHAEL: So, the cat’s out of the bag: you’re not a Jesse Eisenberg fan. Why, Kiki? What gives?
KIKI: When will the tabloids stop printing these vicious lies? For the record I would like to publicly state that I do not dislike Jesse Eisenberg. Anyone that likes Michael Cera (which I do and you don’t, Mr. Trenary) can’t possibly dislike Jesse Eisenberg. They are basically the same person. Except Jesse can probably open his mouth all the way.
M: Where would you say this ‘vicious’ rumor stems from? There has to be a reason people think you like Jesse Eisenberg even less than you like Kirsten Dunst.
K: A of all, let’s not even bring up that bland piece of boring, Kirsten Dunst or I might have to become violent. B of all, here’s the truth of the matter: I didn’t like Adventureland or Zombieland. Granted, my expectations for Adventureland were way too high. I thought it would be more Superbad and less Nick & Nora. (See? I even had to use Michael Cera movies to make an accurate comparison.) It just wasn’t funny. Although I don’t think it was meant to be. It was probably meant to be more poignant and a coming of age story and… I’m getting bored just typing this. And why Bill Hader and Kristin Wiig bothered to be in it is beyond me.
