har•ry pot•ter•ing [hay-ree pot-ter-eeng]
- to wait in an unnaturally long line for an unnaturally long period of time to see a film based on the adventures of Harry Potter, a storyline aimed at an 8-14 year-old demographic
- to lose sight of reality and all things logical
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why people subject themselves to extreme pre-movie boredome and suffering. I don’t care what movie it is, I doubt the film is worth buying tickets online, getting to the movie theater three and a half hours early at midnight, and–more than likely–either sitting in the worst section of the theater or having to separate yourself from your party to even find a seat. I believe “madness” is synonymous with the act of “Harry Pottering.”
I’ve read the first few books, and I thought they were great. The series seems to be very well written, and the books have managed to spark an interest in reading again. However, the movie adaptations of the books are just that. There have been many complaints that the movies do the books no justice; important parts are left out, characters seem out-of-wack, little bits that weren’t in the books are added here and there. So why go berserk? I’ll never wrap my head around how worked up people get for adolescent wizards.
In other news, I’ll be at the 12:01 a.m. showing of the latest Harry Potter installment at AMC Barton Creek theater with two of my friends. I’m only human.
My professor’s husband is a part of an e-show called DadLabs, which is an absolute riot. In this clip, my professor’s father-in-law has a few words of advice for his son–and my professor’s husband–regarding the Empathy Belly, and the overall advisability of gaining insight by strapping things on. “Sometimes there is no substitute for the wisdom of experience.”
You know, very few people can pull of the “cadaverous blow-up doll” look, but Lindsay Lohan does it well looks like crap too. Lindsay was with designer Matthew Williamson to help open his New York store during the Mercedes-Benz Fall 2009 Fashion Week. I’m sure Matthew Williamson is glad that this gaunt bimbo overshadowed his store opening. Nice pick, Matt.
[Source: The Superficial]
“Damn Yankees” was the production of choice this year for the Pearland High School choir. I saw the musical during opening weekend, and I was blown away by the immense talent of these high school students. I felt that Van Buren did the best. I may be slightly biased, considering my brother plays this roll; however, John does have a great voice. What can I say? The Obenhauses can’t help but to be exceptionally talented–sorry.
Check out my brother singing his solo, “Heart” (he’s the first to begin singing).
An adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s story, where Max, a disobedient little boy sent to bed without his supper, creates his own world–a forest inhabited by ferocious wild creatures that crown Max as their ruler…
“Where the Wild Things Are,” the lovely, whimsical children’s book written by Maurice Sendak, is being adapted into a movie thanks to Spike Jonze. Forest Whitaker, Paul Dano, and Catherine Keener–to name a few–lend their voices to the film. The book itself was an enormous success; it was awarded the Caldecott Medal,the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, and was an ALA Notable Book.
I’m curious–and dare I say hopeful–about this movie because it has great potential. Judging from the photographs, it seems that director Spike Jonze has really done a solid job making sure that the movie doesn’t head down the paltry path that many adaptations of books take.
“Where the Wild Things Are” is set to hit theaters October 16th of this year.
I promise that I’ll stop writing about “Slumdog Millionaire” one of these days.
“Slumdog Millionaire,” otherwise known as my new favorite movie, took home a Golden Globe in every category for which it was nominated last night. For a full list of nominees and winners, see the official Golden Globes site.
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