Pomp & Circumstance

I am officially a Master. (of Education)
While my classmates celebrated this momentous occasion by donning caps, gowns, and those god awful hoods- I chose to go a different route.
First, I went with Laura and Paul to see the movie which restored my faith in motion pictures (previously knocked out by such fare as "Next" and "Spiderman"Don't even get me started on Spiderman).
I'm talking of course about :HOT FUZZ.
By the power of Greyskull, get up and go this movie. RIGHT NOW. it is SO GOOD. and SO BRITISH. it made us SO HAPPY. I mean, how could anyone not like a film which openly references Point Break?
The graduation celebration continued with dinner and drinks, followed by a concert by the superb LCD Soundsystem at the 9:30 Club. Where we danced our little hearts out. (or rather we swayed and tapped our feet it was kind of crowded...)
It was the best graduation I ever (not) attended !

THANK YOU FOR SMOKING

So even following the death of Jack Valenti, the man who sold the motion picture industry down the river to appease the churchy set, the MPAA continues its reign of utter laughable bullshit. It was announced today that SMOKING in movies would be taken into consideration, along with sexual content and violence, for determining an R rating.

I want to throw up and move away. Apparently, this is a nation of god damn fucking babies who can't hear bads words or see CIGARETTES IN FUCKING MOVIES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA It just makes me so angry. Movie ratings are assinie and should be abolished. When filmmakers are forced to cowtow to the MPAA, sacrificing artistic content for the "joy" of playing in more multiplexes (which a cuddly, whitebread rating allows them to do), something is very, very, VERY wrong.

Not cool, America. Not effin' cool.

An enraged KEVIN.

Cheerio, Old Chap!

Well, this is what you get for supporting our sham war/fearless leader.
If only America allowed for votes of no confidence... but I digress. There is but one thing this major political event should have us all focusing on:

Will Prime Minister's Questions ever be the same?

Never in my 40 years in the theatre...

... have I seen a photo like this. WOW, DO I LOVE THIS WOMAN. LOOK AT HOW SHE'S LOOKING AT HIM. Oh, god. Oooohhh, goooood. I can't breathe.

xoxo KEVIN.

Everybody dance/ Do do do do clap your hands

So I think I'm developing a bit of a problem.

Last Thursday- Went dancing.

Last Friday- Went dancing.

Saturday- Went dancing.

Sunday- Went dancing.

Last night- Stayed home, but watched Dancing With The Stars.

Tonight- Dancing, projected.

Like, who am I?! This really isn't like me, j'swear. Like... Wow. Also, I've learned a few lessons from My Danceweek:

1. I'm not as good at line dancing as Nashville led me to believe.
2. Leigh twirls like a demon.
3. Excessive execution of "The Death Crane" can lead to Disco Elbow.

I feel wiser because of these observations, and I also feel more than a little in love with Susan Somerville.

xoxo KEVIN.

You gotta have Heart....

Kevin and I attended the "Heart Party" on Sat, and it was EPIC. There were speeches. There were awards. There was the Time Squares Orchestra. There was Alexa Ray Joel. And mostly importantly; there was my mother-who was the evening's honoree; and quite honestly the belle of the ball.

Kevin proved to be a stellar date, adept at purse holding, hand shaking, and most importantly, twirling me on the dance floor. In fact; people repeatedly told my mother that my boyfriend was a good dancer. (ahahahahaha. boyfriend.)

My Mother and I, making an entrance...

The GC Hotel. Actually swanky?


Downeaster Alexa; workin' the crowd.

Kevin n' Leigh'n' Downeaster
This a photo collage I created of us hosting an after party at Waterzooi; which featured varying family members as well as special guests such as Joe and The Gayrab.
I really might need to hang this on the wall of apartment.
Once again, EPIC.

Spend your movie dollars wisely...

I want to discuss with you two movies which made me cry last weekend, for very different reasons.
First up: Next. A movie which made me weep: with laughter.
How, in the name of Francis Ford Coppola, does Nicholas Cage still have a career?
This was, hands down, one of the top ten worst films ever made, at least in the category of films which took themselves seriously. The "plot": Nicholas "still rocking that horrible rug from Ghostrider" Cage can see exactly two minutes into his own future- except when he's in he presence of one Jessica Biel, when he can see further. Julianne Moore (slumming it in the worst possible way) plans on harvesting this power to stop a nuclear attack. No, really.
This movie has it all. Really bad CGI. Horrible Dialogue. One of America's finest actresses in a role which reduces her to grabbing assualt weapons and shooting people (Note that she is made to wear tan, brown, and black in the same outfit). And, to top it all off, a rip off from a clock work orange!(This is where the laugh-o-meter really kicked in) Did I mention that we have to watch Jessica Biel sleep with Nicholas Cage? Yuck. To Quote Manohola:
"In Next; a crummy action and speculative-fiction hybrid, Nicholas Cage plays a guy who can see into the future two minutes at a time. It’s too bad that Mr. Cage couldn't tap into those same powers of divination to save himself from making yet another inexplicably bad choice in roles."
Onto MUCH better things;

The Wind that Shakes The Barley: A Movie which made me weep : For the Motherland. Oh Danny Boy. Ireland, 1920. Britain is occupying the place and making everyone miserable, Cillian Murphy gives up his career as a doctor to fight the (sometimes) good fight. So SAD. So Moving. So sad in fact, that I had to immediately retreat to a bar afterwards and drink a pint. Suffice to say the British were truly evil to the Irish back in the day. Also Cillian Murphy can ACT. Has anyone seen this yet? It was very European, but in the best sense. I'd like your thoughts. The cinematography alone is worth the price of admission.
To quote A.O. :
“The Wind That Shakes the Barley” hardly feels like a closed book or a museum display. It is as alive and as troubling as anything on the evening news, though far more thoughtful and beautiful."
SIDEBAR: This time tomorrow Kevin and I will be in Black Tie Attire drinking Champagne.
At The Garden City Hotel. Yesssssss.

Oh my god- GAY.

Jim McGreevey is becoming a priest.

I mean, it's easy to joke about everyone's favorite Gay American, but this really is just one more bizarre nail in the coffin of his story. I refuse to even go to his Wikipedia page for fear of what other bizarre shit is going on. Did anyone see this coming?? I mean, he WAS all Jesus-y when he was on Oprah, but... Ugh. This is sad. And weird. I'm creeped out.

To me, it seems obvious that this will spawn an off-Broadway musical called Late Night Catechism with Father Jim. I mean, the show practically writes itself. And then it practically books itself into 37 Arts. And finally, it practically closes itself after an unsuccessful run.

(SIDEBAR: Dina Matos-McGreevey is making a strong run for the coveted Kevin & Leigh Award for Asshole of the Year 2007. Last year's winner, while never officially announced due to Kevin's laziness, was Jennifer Aniston.)

Peace out, all. xoxo KEVIN.

"When you're four strokes up, you can afford to be conservative."

Roommate and I attended Radio Golf last night, and it fucking blew my mind. Everyone should go. How the late, colossal August Wilson, who had written a bajillion plays (all of them awesome), hadn't run out of relevent, timely observations by the time he got around to Radio Golf, I have no idea. Since Roomie and I are living in the heart of "urban renewal" and can attest firsthand what absolutely fucking bullshit it is, we were especially down with RG 's affecting portrayal of a community selling its soul.

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I'm reading The Year of Magical Thinking. Has anyone else read it? It's GOOD.

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Am I the only person really, really not excited for Spider-Man 3?

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My back hurts. Like, a lot.

-Love, Kevin.