Thursday, January 20, 2011

Ballet and Birds



**SPOILER ALERT**  I'm going to discuss my thoughts on Black Swan.  Nothing too detailed, but some ideas expressed in the movie will be revealed.  You've been warned.



For the first time in my life, I went to the movies alone.  My boss at TBC (and dear friend), Kenny, used to go to the movies by himself all the time.  He loved it.  I didn't understand why until Sunday.  In some ways it made me really sad and I was reminded of how many friends I have/had in Baltimore and how I never had to be alone if I didn't want to.  I could ring up any number of people and paint the town.  Solitude was a choice back then.  However, once the movie started, I was transported to a different world.  

I wanted to see the movie as soon as I heard of it because of the cast.  I LOVE Natalie Portman.  I have since The Professional - French title "Leon" (note:  if you haven't seen this movie, do yourself a favor and get on it.  It's definitely in my top 10).  I also have a bit of a girl crush on Mila Kunis.  I just assume she must be awesome since she does a voice on Family Guy and after she worked with Jason Segel on Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I was smitten.  Add ballet into the mix, and I was sold (I danced competitively for 13 years).

That's all I allowed myself to learn about the movie.  Every time someone started to talk about it, I would quickly shush them.  I didn't know it was a thriller or a horror-ish type of film until my little sister spilled the beans comparing it to Requiem For a Dream in "fucked-up-ness" (I politely disagree).  The only other bit I heard was that there was a Natalie masturbation scene and some lesbian oral sex action.  So aside from those things, I went in blind.

Because of my dance training, I am always leery of actresses portraying professional dancers, but I must say, this is the second time I have been utterly SHOCKED at how amazing these actresses danced (the first time being Julia Stiles in Save the Last Dance).  I know Natalie had some sort of background in dance, but it's near impossible to be that talented if you study your entire life and dedicate every single day to the craft.  It blew my mind.  It also made me miss dancing terribly...  For a few reasons.

One, the camera work often was right on Natalie's shoulder, so you felt like the lead.  This was incredible during the performances, and convincingly uncomfortable during the anxiety fueled scenes.  The brilliant costuming and choreography certainly didn't make me miss performing any less, but the things that got me the most were surprisingly the ritual associated with preparing brand new pointe shoes for wearing (sewing on the ribbons, burning the edges, breaking the shanks of the shoes, scoring the bottoms), the ballet class fashion (wraps, leg warmers, itty bitty sheer skirts over the palest pastel leotards), and most of all-- throughout the entire movie-- the audio.  Seriously.  Whoever did the sound design for this movie deserves lots of awards.

The sound of pointe shoes, the sound of the cracking rosin under her toes and heels before she went onstage, the accompanying piano playing or strings in the practice room with her, her breathing.  It transported me right back to dance class.  I could smell my old studio.  I remember vividly the smell of my ballet shoes and that movie brought it right back to me.  The director did an amazing job at making you feel that you were in the room with her, if not living her role.

Okay--  so, aside from all the visual and audible stimulation (that I thoroughly enjoyed), there were other filmmaking elements that I really loved.  The mom's character immediately drew up visions of Joan Crawford/Mommy Dearest and the mother in Carrie.  There was something very 70's quality-wise about the actual film and lighting during the scenes in the house with the overbearing (and obviously living vicariously through her daughter) mother.  Her character was almost a joke because of how heavy-handed her actions and lines were delivered.  It added a certain kitsch element that was reminiscent of 70s and early 80s horror that can't be topped.

There were some special effect elements I thought worked (skin), and others not as well (feathers).  CGI isn't quite perfected when it comes to certain textures and movements and knowing something fake is happening can detract from certain important moments in a film (that's all the detail I'll go into there).

Overall I really enjoyed the movie.  As far as the stresses she dealt with in the film and the struggle within, I could type for miles about how I interpreted that, how I identified with that, the metaphors I found within the movie, etc.  And maybe I will at a later date when I don't feel like I would be spoiling the movie too much for too many people, but I refrain for another reason.  This movie has gotten such high praise from the masses, which I find strange in one way and predictable in another.  Art school ruined even semi-artsy movies for me in a way.  Many audiences rave about these "films" for no reason other than not understanding it and feeling like they had to be smarter than they actually are to "get it".  I have a big problem with that and also with the shit movies that pretend to be so clever and high brow so that they are held in high regard, but with no real substance.  It's offensive to the viewer, I think.  I do NOT think Black Swan was one of these movies, but there are pieces of it I would love to dive further into at a later date concerning this topic...

I didn't find the film overly gory, unnecessarily sexual or unwatchable at any moments (granted, after a childhood filled to the brim with horror films, I have a bit of an iron stomach).  There is one scene I really loved and even looked away from unintentionally, but I still don't think the discomfort level before, during or after the film reached the heights Requiem did.

I also wouldn't recommend bringing your 12 year old daughter to go see it with you (like the woman and her daughter in front of me). I don't care if she takes ballet.  Even I was asked if I was over 17 when I bought my ticket (which I know the woman selling me my ticket was old and therefore probably had less than 20/20 eyesight, but it still made me smile).  There's definitely reason for the R rating, and it's not just for blood, filthy language or a nipple popping out...  A mature 12 year old can definitely handle this picture (picture?  what am I?  80?), but being that I've been a 12 year old before, I would NEVER want to see this with my parents (and I'm sure my parents feel the same).

I'd love to start a discussion.  Anyone at all who has seen it and feels differently or loved it for different reasons, please feel free to leave comments and maybe sometime after the film has left theaters, I will write further.  For now, I'd just suggest paying the full ticket price and see it for yourself.  Alone.

xo,
Rachael

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Winter Date

It's been a wonderful (long) weekend.  I've really done well with my diet and exercising aside from my date night Saturday with Dan to the Japanese steakhouse that's close to our apartment (and even then, I wasn't over by MUCH).  We've been before and really enjoyed it and I got a sweet groupon deal for it, so decided to make a date night out of it.

Since I rarely get out (sad, but true), I wanted any excuse to dress up a bit.  I just got these adorable over-the-knee wintery Free People socks, along with a great knit wool hat by Coal from karmaloop.com (really getting into the fun winter accessories up here in the north).  How do you make such tall socks work in winter?  Like this:

I rocked tights under the short sweater dress, then hiked those puppies up.  I loved the look, so now I'm going to buy more short sweater dresses.  :)

Anyhoo, we headed out to the restaurant.  I was very excited about a romantic night since Dan had to work overnight Friday night AND Sunday all day.  We were seated first at the large table around the hibachi grill.  Slowly 3 couples filled in the rest of the seats and we started to realize that they were all a group meeting there for dinner.  The first thing we noticed was that they were there because of the groupon.  They were very upset that they couldn't use two of the groupons on one check.  They immediately agreed to all be on separate checks.  That was fine, but what I noticed right away was that the girl furthest from me couldn't let anything go.  She was pissed that they couldn't use more than one groupon per check and let the poor waitress know it.  She then complained some more after the waitress had left, and found more and more to complain about as the dinner progressed.  Surprisingly, she wasn't the worst at the table when it came to complaints.

As dinner went on, I figured out that the couple seated closest to me were the parents of the complaining girl and the husband in the second couple, who also found plenty to complain about (his sprite was flat, for one).  The father of the complaining "children" (who were in their 30s) had maybe...  never been out to eat before?  Certainly not to a Japanese steakhouse, which he was very open about.  He was joyful and reminded me of a child because of how curious and easily amused and impressed he was at every new piece of information he found out about his upcoming dining experience by ogling the surrounding tables with chefs in action.  Grinning ear to ear with eyes wide as saucers, "THEY THROW FOOD AT YOUR MOUTH??!"  The child-like bewilderment was quickly cut off by a mean scratchy voice.  "You are a fucking asshole.  You know how fucking stupid you sound?  You're making a fucking fool out of yourself."  It was his wife.

I had never heard such language in a restaurant - by anyone other than teenagers craving attention.  I felt so bad for the husband.  He really enjoyed the experience and the meal.  Poor guy...  Makes me wonder what happens to the poor dear if he ever really accidentally screws something up at home.  :-/  Yikes.

Dan made sure to make lots of fun of the situation to make me slightly less uncomfortable sitting at the table right next to the constant stream of degrading remarks flowing from that evil woman.

We came home, snuggled a lot, played lots of Rock Band and watched lots of Mr. Show.  It was a perfect date night.  :)

Sunday, I was very productive.  Gym, shopping for things to redecorate the bathroom that has bothered me since the first day we moved in and finally buying a frame for my Charmain Olivia print Whit got me for xmas!!  I love it to pieces.  Birds, and also a loaded statement for where I find myself in sooooo many ways.

"Yes You Have" - Charmain Olivia Illustration
 I also figured out my Valentine's Day present plans...  Can't wait for that.  :-)

Also, I had a new experience...  went to the movies alone.  I saw Black Swan.  How did I like the movie?  That will be my next post...

xo,
Rachael

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I Need a (Clothed) Vacation.

Ah, Emmy.  Our talks get me through the day, the week, the year, my life.  This bitch keeps me constantly laughing, thinking and dreaming.  She told me today that I should go to the nude beach in Miami to see the withered 80 year old men with their yellow teeth and small ding dongs (well, that part's a direct quote from DR, actually).  And while I know I'm not suited for any beach (much less a NUDE beach), it got me thinking about vacation and how long it's been since I've had a real one.

I told Emmy about Randy and I laying on the beach and John coming up to us saying, "Jesus!  You look like two pieces of newspaper laying on the sand!"  We're white.  Grayish white, even.  Newspaper was a pretty solid description of our skin pigmentation.  I'm like a whiteish-grayish-clear.  My veins are VERY apparent.  The paleness is why tattoo artists love me and why the cast of the Jersey Shore thinks I should be hospitalized, or at the very least institutionalized.  Locked up FAR away from any beach clearly.

I'm ultra-aware of my body and its imperfections.  I have trouble walking around my apartment without a towel from the bathroom to my bedroom!  I know what I look like (and it may actually look worse in a bikini - score one for Emily).  I told Em if we were to go to the nude beach, she'd look ahead in the distance and wonder why there was a white trash bag full of vanilla icing and library books with tattoos blowing about the beach.  And frolicking, I would be.

White trash bag full of vanilla icing and library books with tattoos - on the BEACH!

The sad part is - I LOVE THE BEACH!  I love the fine grains of sand, I love the salty smell, I love the HOT sun.  I love writing in the wet sand and dipping my tootsies into the cold water.  (I'm irrationally terrified of open water, however, so I don't go too far in.  Aquatic plant life that touches my feet is automatically transformed into dead bodies - well, the full heads of hair on the dead bodies- floating somehow close to the floor of the ocean and moving like silk back and forth with the waves...  against my legs and any rock is surely a crab or open shark's mouth waiting for me to put my whole foot down.)  But I know my limitations.  So most of the time, I'm pretty covered, aside from an occasional sunning with just shorts and a bikini top on.  OCCASIONAL.

The last time I had a real vacation...  well...  I can't really remember.  I don't know that I actually ever have.

This June, however, I'm having one.  I'm going to Portugal and staying HERE.  Yes.  That's right.  The same place Bono stayed.  If he wasn't such a tool, I'd boast about it.

Anyhoo, I think it will be my first REAL vacation.  Good food, beautiful surroundings, great company and relaxation.  Oh, relaxation!  I can't wait.

Until then, I'll work on getting some of the vanilla icing out of the trash bag and a few of those library books returned...

xo,
Rachael

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Snow day.

"Clothesline and Swing" 2011
The view from my back deck

I almost forgot the thrill and anticipation of waiting, wishing and hoping for those magical words to appear:  SNOW DAY.  WE ARE CLOSED.

"Sammis" 2011
While snow days as a child are the greatest thing on earth-- you miss school, you spend the day sledding and drinking hot chocolate-- they seem to be a little less fun for adults.  Sure, I got to spend the day at home, not working, but I'm going to have to dig my car out of 15+ inches of snow, and to make the day even less fun, Dan HAD to go to work.  They were going to send someone to pick him up.  That's how important he is at work (doctors tend to be pretty important).  Instead he drove himself and how he made it there safely in his little Corolla, I'll never know.


So I've spent the day doing laundry, watching SNL reruns, watching the snow, sleeping on and off and drooling over what may be my next handbag...

LAMB Trademark Audrey Leather Tote
While watching an old episode of SNL, Paris Hilton was hosting and Keane was the musical guest.  I realized that Keane's lead singer, Dominic Scott, bears a striking resemblance to A League of Their Own's Marla Hooch.  See for yourself:

Keane vs. Marla Hooch




So, as you can see...  it's been a very busy snow day for me.  I think I'll make myself a cup of hot cocoa, snuggle back up on the couch and hope the rest of my laundry does itself.


xo,
Rachael

Sunday, January 2, 2011

2011 Has Arrived

Crazy.  2011.

So much has changed for me in this past year.  I cannot believe how much is different from my last NYE celebrations.

I no longer:
- Live in Baltimore
- Work at TBC
- Live within 1.5 hrs. of my family

The reasons for all of these being that I made the decision last year to follow my heart (my love) to Connecticut.  The transition has been incredibly tough for me.  I really made a name for myself and a home for myself in Baltimore.  I lived there for about 10 years - on my own - as an adult.  I made my way and was (and am) very proud of all that I accomplished in Baltimore.

When the time came for Dan to decide where he was going to apply for his residency, I could tell he had his heart set on Connecticut.  His whole family is here and the program is great for him.  Each interview he went on couldn't compare to his experience with Middlesex, so I knew that he was headed to CT.  I told him to choose what he thought would be best for him and his career, and I meant it.  I had 5 years out of school to be working and gaining experience in my field, and now it was his turn.

Even though we haven't been dating for the whole 8 years we've known each other, I feel like he knows me in and out and compliments me like I have only dreamt about in the past.  He truly is my best friend (other than Whit & Ems, of course) and I can't imagine being back in Baltimore without him, so when the time came to decide if I was going with him, even though CT has never been appealing to me, I knew there was no other choice.

Every day, I'm reminded of why I made the decision to come to Connecticut.  Literally - every single day there is at least one tiny detail (some bigger than others) as a reminder of why I am here.  Whether it be us laughing and giggling for hours over our personal TV commentary, him kissing me goodbye every morning before he leaves for work, or simply noticing I was almost out of my favorite snacks and having them on hand when I get disgruntled over finding an empty carton of whatever...

My favorite recent reminder of why I moved was that I was having a rough morning the other day.  I went to the gym after a whirlwind of stress and anxiety and bad mood was vomited out by me (towards Dan), came home and got straight in the shower.  Our kitchen and bathroom floor are the only two non-carpeted (also see: FREEZING) floors in the apartment.  Unfortunately, you have to go through the kitchen to get to any other part of the apartment and the bathroom is connected.  Since I went straight into the shower, I didn't have my trusty slippers.  I knew getting out of the shower, standing on the bath mat that I was in for a rough trek to the bedroom.  I braced myself and opened the door only to find my slippers sitting right there.  Dan put them there.  How thoughtful is that?

Maybe that's not a big deal to any of you, but it's those things that fill me with insane happiness.  The little details that show someone is paying attention and someone gives a shit...  It's a big deal to me.  I almost cried.

I'm so very lucky that I get to curl up and go to sleep with this amazing man who clearly cares about me (for some odd reason) each and every night, and if it means I have to be in CT to do that, then that's where you'll find me.

We spent our New Year's Eve ringing in the new year with some friends for dinner, then settled in at home for some Rock Band, champagne and smooches.  I couldn't have planned it any better myself.

If there was one word for how I'm feeling at this moment in the very young new year, it would be "lucky".

Hope you all are feeling the same.

Here's to striving to keep that glass half full all year long.

"Picture Pose Kiss" vs.

"How Real People Actually Kiss" 01/01/2011


xoxo,
Rachael

Thursday, December 30, 2010

It's (indeed) A Wonderful Life

Mama and I
This holiday was the best, yet.  Wow.  So many people in high spirits.  It was astonishing to me to see the amount of people (family and friends) with smiles plastered on their faces, and zero negativity.  It was like I had stepped in to an alternate universe.  I don't know if there was something in the crispness of the winter air or the fact that it was snowing Christmas weekend or the new babies that were around, but every person I came in contact with was glowing.

Baby Sam and I
It was only after I realized how surprised I was at the happiness that I realized how negative things usually are.  If you're going in expecting things to be down, then they probably usually are.  I was pleasantly surprised.  Maybe I'm not the only one on this journey...

And I don't mean 'negative' necessarily in a complete downer, depressing situation-- I mean, a lot of people I know (including myself) use sarcasm and complain about things for comedy's sake.  There just seemed to be none of that.  There are serious health problems going on and still people spoke about their medical issues with hope.  Same with jobs-- almost everyone you ask has something to complain about when discussing your career situation...  This time, it was more of a "I have no real reason to complain" type of an answer.  It was just an overall refreshing experience.  It made me want to go back home, not fly back to CT and never return (like my Thanksgiving trip had traces of...)
Me and my sister

I got to meet my new baby cousin and visit with my family and friends (and pets).  I laughed so hard that I cried at Johnny Rad's with Emmy and Whit.  It was an all around great trip.






Monster.
Ban.


Emmy <3

The full loop
The Mexi-stache
The Dali
This year's Christmas visit is going to be hard to top...

Much love to all.  I hope your holidays were stellar.

xoxo,
Rachael

Friday, December 24, 2010

Xmas Eve...

I remember back in high school, I drew a huge winter scene on my geometry teacher's chalk board with a snowman and a big banner saying, "MERRY XMAS!!" and I got yelled at.  "How dare you take the "Christ out of "Christmas!!"  It was the first time I had ever thought that that could remotely be considered anti-christian or offensive.  I had seen this elsewhere-- in advertising, even.  At worst, I thought it was a way of saying "Happy holidays" to include all faiths that would be celebrating time with loved ones on the same day.  Apparently some people really take it to heart which has me (an atheist) very cautious about using it. Now, I usually say, "Happy Holidays!", but I really mean no disrespect when I say "xmas"...  So I think I'm gonna bring it back this year.  Woot.

Anyhoo, that was a total side-note.

I wanted to posted a Happy Holiday message and since I'm at the airport super early, I figured now would be a good time.  Dan and I aren't spending the 25th together, unfortunately, but we had a beautiful day.  I really do love that boy to death.

We say:  HAPPY XMAS!




(Oh!  And so does The BBC - Baby Buttcheeks)











I know I should have posted this BEFORE xmas, but I only recently started using mine again.  It's perfect if you're a reader and your partner falls asleep before you!  It's a lightwedge!  They have them in all different sizes and ones that magnify and all that jazz.  I love it.

Find yours HERE!
And on that note, I'm going to whip out my David Sedaris - "Season's Greetings!" and wait to board my flight.  SO looking forward to time with fam and friends (and blue cheese mushroom soup!!!!)  :)

Happy holidays, once again.  One and ALL.

xoxo,
Rachael