Fine. I got tagged for one of these stupid meme things. Now, I know that I have never expressed my hostility about these before, mostly because I don’t mind ’em on other peoples blogs, but you would think that the fact that I’ve been blogging for a year and haven’t even done ONE would mean something. Still, I have never been entirely clear about memes and dental work being about equal on my “big fun in the big city scale” so when Aubergine (our gentleman of the comments) tagged me on his new blog, I thought to myself “Fine. You know what? I’ll do one.”
This is the first, and the last time and I’m only doing it because I was looking for a reason to mention Aubergines new blog anyway. So there.
1. The last movie you went to see in a theater:
“A series of unfortunate events” which was really, really good, though Sam is still a little bit bitter that they left out some of the stuff in the books. Joe is still chuckling because when Jim Carey needs to be a salty sea captain…he plays it as a Newfie. Makes me want to call up Jim and say “Psstt…your Canadian is showing”.
2. The last movie you watched at home:
3. How many movies do you own?
31 (I counted. No reason to be innacurate). Though *technically* they are only mine because they are in my house. Nothing about the collection reflects my taste. With the exception of a couple for the kids, the rest of the movies belong to Joe and are pretty exclusively James Bondesque in nature. All of them have stuff blowing up, and a really surprising number of them have Harrison Ford in them. If I didn’t have fairly reliable evidence to support the idea that Joe is straight, I’d say he had a thing for Harrison Ford.
What was the last movie you bought?
Er…does the Crunch Pilates Workout dvd count?
4. Got Netflix (or a similar service)?
No. We have a Blockbuster at the corner… so it seems silly. (But I want it anyway…mostly because I love anything that is delivered. Anything.) Before we used the Blockbuster we went to the little independent guy down the street. We quit when Joe went to China, and I went into the shop alone. I tried to rent something…”Monster” I think, and the guy told me that I couldn’t rent that without my husbands permission because I was a “Nice Girl”. I went pretty ballistic. Then I went home (with no movie) and waited nine days for Joe to get home from China. Then I told him to fix it.
Joe came back from the movie place and said, “It’s Okay honey. I told him that you have my permission to rent anything you want.”
I was so angry, at both of them, really….that I put on my coat, walked to the shop, went straight to the back where they have the “XXX” movies in the little closet. I stuck my arm in, grabbed one and slammed it on the counter.
It was only when I got home that the irony of renting degrading pornography to make a feminist point sort of dawned on me. I didn’t watch it.
What are the next three movies in your queue?
Well, I don’t have that there “netflix” thingie…but I want to see
“Sky Captain and the world of tomorrow”
5. List five movies you adore/mean a lot to you:
“Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid“. (“Who are those guys?“)
“The Guns of Navarone” (I can’t explain this one. I’m an enigma.)
“Fargo“. (I love Marge and I have a real thing for William H. Macy and well…the Coen brothers. Anything by them.)
“This is Spinal Tap”
“Dr. Strangelove: Or How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb”
6. Name your guilty pleasure movie (or genre):
Musicals. Let’s never speak of this again.
7. What’s your favourite quote from a movie?
Dr. Evil: “You’re not quite evil enough. You’re semi-evil. You’re quasi-evil. You’re the margarine of evil. You’re the Diet Coke of evil, just one calorie, not evil enough.”
Anything from Zoolander. Especially that part where the girl spills her guts about how the pressure from the fashion industry has really hurt her self image and how for a while she was “Bulemic”, then Zoolander looks at her, and he’s totally stunned and he says “You can read minds?”
8. Name 3 people to whom you’re going to pass these questions on, and why:
The madness stops here. I’m not passing it on.
Your regularly scheduled mitten disasters and meltdowns, along with prizes and merriment will return tomorrow, when your local Yarn Harlot doesn’t have to do a dumb meme, and has retrieved the digital camera from the studio where she left it because she had two beers at the party.