Hmm. 4 posts in succession! I must really have time on my hands! You see, the start of December until the 23rd was a hell period for me as I literally had an average of 3.5 hours of sleep every night. Or should I say morning? I usually leave for work at 10 AM, arrive in the office at 10:15 [ I live pretty close] and go home at the earliest -- 2 AM, latest at 7:00 AM.
Sometimes I just go home to take a shower and then go back to work. December was insanely busy because of corporate giveaways, design / ad requirements, the freaking global recession and so much more. Now that the holidays have reached its midpoint, I think I have recovered lost sleeping hours and ready to catch up on the movies that piled up in my night stand.
. Have always wanted to watch this because of the famous quote:
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
The Way We Were, 1973
. Carrie mentioned this in one of the episodes
of SATC and related how she felt she was Katie (Streisand) and Mr. Big
was Hubble (Redford). I was on the hunt for this since then.
Thank God for BF Ruins!
The Sure Thing, 1985
. John Cusack chasing a 'sure thing,' no holds
barred sex partner, no questions asked fling all the way at the other
side of the world with a girl he really likes?
Count me in.
Scent of a Woman, 1992
. Al Pacino plus a killer soundtrack.
What more can you ask for?
Same Time, Next Year, 1978
. A 25-year love affair.
Should I say, Once-a-year night stand?
This is a favorite of my grams, of my mom,
and apparently, mine, too!
I'll probably write a review one of these days, if I can manage! Hope I can.
What about you? What are you up to this loooongggg holiday?