When I went to see (new! live action!) Beauty and the Beast for the first time (didn’t everybody see it more than once? no? oh, OK.), one of the coming attractions was for the upcoming Wonder Woman remake. The previews are my favorite part of the movie going experience because I get to rate them on a thumbs up/thumbs down scale. Thumbs up – I’d see the movie, preferably in the theater, thumbs down – I (most likely) wouldn’t see it, and halfway thumb – which is eh, if I can’t get to the theater, I’ll catch it eventually on Netflix.
Anyway, I’m not a superhero movie fan and definitely not one for comic books. I mean, the only reason I saw the last Batman movie was because Tom Hardy was in it. I checked out after Marion Cotilliard shanked him in the bank. #spoileralert. So, the Wonder Woman trailer came on and immediately I was Team Thumbs Down. By the time it ended, I wanted to see it right then and there.
It was all about #girlpower and bad ass women. I got a little choked up, actually, which kind of says a lot. I always dream about the day I grow up to be a bad ass woman and this movie gives me hope.
With the absolute nonsense going on in Washington, where it’s been decided that having a vagina is basically a pre-existing condition (breathe, Martina), I figured I would share the trailer so that we can all enjoy and celebrate the badassery together.
A few posts ago I mentioned that I wanted to link up with Steph and Jana for the Show Us Your Books link up. I missed the last one, but here I am now! finally.
I peruse Amazon on a pretty regular basis for new books. I keep a queue on my Kindle and I have a small box of paper books, much to the annoyance of my roommate mother. sorry, ma. #dealwithit I found Brooklyn on Amazon a while ago. The synopsis seemed OK, but I knew I would need to be in a certain frame of mind to read it. I usually read frothy chick lit. I’d apologize, but nah.
Anyway, Brooklyn had been on my radar for a while when I saw the trailer for the movie. I was immediately intrigued. New York/Brooklyn in the 1950’s? Sign me up!
Knowing that books are notoriously better than their movie counterparts, I dived in, book first. The book is being praised left, right and center so I was excited to start. I usually give a book a little time to get started. Brooklyn took over 100 pages. The whole book is 288. So, yea. I wasn’t expecting swordfights or explosions, but I could have heard less about Eilis’ sea sickness and more about her acclimating to city life or something.
As I was reading I kept thinking about the trailer. “Where’s the guy? I know she meets a guy. When is the love story going to start?” I told you, I’m a lover of chick lit. Romance is in my blood. Tony, the Italian, finally showed up and it was almost unnoticeable, like most of the major events in the book. I thought that him being an Italian who snuck into an Irish dance because he liked Irish girls there would be more of an issue. Back then, from what I’m to understand, the Italians and the Irish in America weren’t the best of friends. Even when Eilis brought Tony to the boarding house, maybe the other girls raised an eyebrow, but nobody said a word to her. Unrelated to the love story, there was an unexpected event that caught me so off guard that I had to read it twice to make sure it actually happened.
I finished the book and was happy with the ending but I still felt a little let down. I felt gipped because I, quite frankly didn’t get enough Tony. The book was a hurry up and wait kind of thing for me. I found myself waiting for something to happen, getting to that moment, savoring it and having to start all over again.
After I finished the book, I went to Redbox and rented the movie. I watched it with my mom because she had read the book also. Right off the bat, things were awry. They opened the movie with Eilis getting ready to make the trip to America. They never mentioned that it was her sister who secured her place on the boat, a job when she got here and a place to stay through her friend, a priest from their County. It’s important because they had a close relationship and it was hard for Eilis to leave her sister and her mother behind. There’s more that wasn’t right, like how they left out Eilis’ brothers completely as well as the Bartocci’s and only included a little bit of Miss Fortini. The scenes that I was obviously waiting for were the ones that involved Tony (and his family). They didn’t disappoint. There just wasn’t enough of them, in the book or the movie.
I think I’ve gone a bit off the rails here and I’m not entirely sure how to get back. Bottom line is this: Brooklyn is one of those rare book to movie adaptations where the movie is the better option. So, see the movie and skip the book. Or skip the movie and read the book; it’s your life. And, where can I find myself a Tony Fiorello?
Is everyone sick of hearing about Leo and this Oscars yet? Well, they click the little X on the right of your screen because I’m back again with some Leo love. It will be quick, painless and full of pride, of course.
I love when he’s waiting for his statue, he’s looking at the crowd, probably thinking “I can’t wait to call Martina. I wish she were here right now.” Anyway, he’s looking out at the crowd with a look of… I don’t know the word. Sucking it all in. Like, this isn’t really happening. I don’t know. I’m just really happy for him. Now he just needs to make a movie or two (or ten) that’s a little less outdoorsy and a little bit more heart eye emoji. Or even a little bit more Wolf of Wall Street. I need levity, for God sake. let me see that smile.
If you thought I wasn’t going to bring up Leo finally winning a gold statue, you’d be horribly wrong and I don’t know if we could ever be friends. If you’re my friend on Facebook you probably already know that when Julianne Moore said his name, a scream was let out of my throat and it took me almost a hot minute to realize it really did come out of me. I loved Kate Winslet’s reaction, loved his acceptance speech; the only way it could have been better would be if he lifted his statue in the air and said “I made it count!” (I’m the king of the world would have been a little too obvious.)
Another favorite of mine from last night was Jacob Tremblay. That kid is totes adorbs. From the picture of him and his parents driving to the ceremony (in their own car!) to him telling Chris Rock that he loved him in Madagascar, I couldn’t deal with his cuteness.
I was a little nervous with Chris Rock being the host, how #OscarsSoWhite would be handled. Frankly, I think he did an excellent job with his opener. I found him to be funny, blunt and real. I didn’t understand what the point of having Stacey Dash there was, but otherwise, I thought he did a very good job. As far as keeping the show moving, well, we can’t all be perfect.
I’m not going to lie, as much as I liked Lady Gaga’s performance this year, I liked last year’s better. That being said, I think she was absolutely, 100% robbed when she didn’t win last night. Even if for no other reason than her song meant something. It is bringing awareness to a very, very serious issue going on in colleges across the country, if not the world. Gaga is a winner in my book.
For the most part, I think the fashion last night was on it’s A game. I’m going to end this post with some of my favorite looks of the night.
One of the things that I love most about the Christmas season is the movies that it produces. I haven’t been able to sit and watch any this year because for whatever reason, my attention span is nonexistent. thanks, social media. When I do get a chance to have a good old fashioned Christmas movie marathon, I definitely have my must sees. I feel like I should mention that I’ve never seen A Christmas Story and I don’t really like Elf (or Will Ferrell but that’s besides the point) gasp! So without further ado, I present Martina’s Merry Movie Marathon!
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this one before, but it’s just not Christmas for me without it.
1. Miracle on 34th Street (1994)
This movie is downright magical. Susan gets a house, a dad and a baby brother for God sake! But seriously, it’s set in New York, natch. Its got a modern yet very vintage feel. And the lighting! Or whatever it was to make everything have some sort of diffused glow to it. Downright ethereal. I wanted to be Susan Walker. I still kind of do. She lives in an apartment on Central Park West *swoon*, she’s smart, she eventually moves to a beautiful house upstate (I’d keep the apartment for fun-sies), and SANTA CLAUSE is her BFF. Who wouldn’t want to be Susan Walker? Also, can I just say that I truly believe that the 80’s and 90’s would be a horrible time if John Hughes wasn’t around to make movies. He is sorely missed.
2. Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
Another Christmas in New York (in the 90s) classic. I don’t know what’s going on with Mac these days, but back then, man, I would have loved to have been his best friend. Actually, no. I probably would have been to scared with the Wet/Sticky bandits breaking into my house and then chasing me all over New York City. I did, however have a Talkboy on my wish lists for every gift giving event for at least two years. i’m still waiting, MOM. One thing that’s bothered me for years though – what time was it when Kevin’s mom found him at the tree? It is NEVER that empty. John Hughes brings that movie magic uhh-gain.
3. The Holiday
This movie,to me, is criminally underrated. To be honest, I don’t really like Cameron Diaz or Jack Black so when I first saw it I didn’t have high hopes. But then my girl Kate hit us with this nugget of wisdom and I fell in love.
I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and Valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can’t swallow! All the usual symptoms.
We’ve all been there. We’ve all been ready to just pick up and run away for a little while. I looked into that home sharing website and then I realized that I already shared my home – with my parents. So I was going nowhere, fast. And nothing goes smoothly for my family so I’d probably get there and pull up to a vacant lot or I’d get thrown into human trafficking. Better safe than sorry.
4. The Christmas Toy
Does anyone else remember this one? Rugby, Mew, Apple and that bitch, Meteora. It’s kind of a sad, slightly inappropriate children’s movie but aren’t all of the good ones? If you don’t remember I’ll quickly give you a run down. The toys figure out that it’s Christmas Eve and that in the morning new toys will be replacing them. Rugby, who replaced Apple but conveniently forgets that fact, wants to kick Meteora out of her box so that he will be unwrapped on Christmas morning and will always be loved by his person (Jenny? Katie? I don’t remember). The only hiccup is that if a toy is seen by a person outside of the playroom, it gets frozen (it essentially dies- see? slightly inappropriate.) Eventually, Rugby, Mew and all the toys figure out that their people will always love them. Well, until they get a cellphone. Or, since it’s the late 80’s, a beeper. It’s kind of like Toy Story but with Muppets.
This list doesn’t even begin to cover all of my favorites. Others include: PeeWee’s Christmas, Ebbie, Anything on Hallmark, To Grandmother’s House We Go (who doesn’t love the Olsen twins?). Christmas at Eureeka’s Castle! The list could go on for days.