Not that I'm helping. I'm swamped with the Prison Break Fic Exchange again (new stories up since yesterday), and too much beta work on some of the returned stories (plus... absentee authors. My least favorite thing). Lots of flurry, but once again the stories are really good.
Tomorrow we'll be off at our neighborhood do-it-yourself-parade in the morning, and then at my brother's for BBQ and pyrotechnics into the evening. We go there every 4th of July, and love it, but I admit that that's the one time I wish they didn't live an hour away (because we have to wait on the fireworks until it gets darkish, and it ALWAYS seems to be a work day the next day).
The parade will once again be in around 100-degree F heat. God, I hate our Julys in Sacramento. Though better than the one year where it was over 100 for ten straight days in July, including the 4th (which was itself around 110F).
There are so many random things I'd be writing about if work and the PBFE (and ficcing!) weren't so busy. That SPN poll is one. Another is a rant about writing prompts, which is begging to come out. Maybe someday...
We saw two movies on video this weekend, with mixed results~~
Because I Said So:
I love Diane Keaton even more in these recent years than ever, and though the idea for this movie was fun the execution was as high-pitched and neurotic as the mother and main daughter in this movie.
It's one thing to love your children, and I can understand struggling to let go (especially if they seem to be emotionally floundering). But the obsessive nitpicking over every detail of who they are and what they do-- and then blaming them for being overly sensitive and inconfident? Gah! That's necessary for the premise of this story, but it's still annoying (and makes Keaton rather shrill here). The other problem is that the youngest daughter (the target of worry) just plays right into all that.
The story involves the mother picking (from the respondents to her highly detailed personal ad seeking a life mate for her daughter) a Mr. Right for her daughter while a different Mr. Right selects himself on the basis of meeting her. The daughter begins dating both and likes both, and there's pushiness and flailing over dumping the "unsuitable one" who is by far the better emotional match.
I really feel my generation watching movies like this, in that in many ways I'm more like the 60-year-old mother (!) than her daughters. Tattoos are still icky to me (sorry, inked-over f-list!), sleeping with two people at once is still a big No (you should have narrowed it down to one by the time you reach the sleeping-together stage), and oversharing private sex details with sibs/parents/what-not a la "Sex In the City" is still uncomfortable (those details usually reveal secrets about partners and not just you, for one thing).
However, both the mother AND daughter scared me in this movie. But not as much as the two "song fests" that didn't fit into the movie and made me fast-forward through them. Urk-- bad choice.
The Gilmore Girls actress and some snotty blond are in the movie too, but the family is kind of annoying. However, "Buster" from 'Arrested Development' does appear as an eternal therapy patient (to which I say, the therapist clearly isn't doing much good for him. Time to change-up the approach).
The Last King of Scotland:
Well now, this one was pretty much just as advertised. It has an interesting, twisty story, and it shows the dual sides of the very deadly Idi Amin-- both the charmer that worked his way into power and the paranoid butcher that ruled by metaphorical axe.
The movie's anti-protagonist is a young, Scottish doctor played by (again) James McAvoy. This character probably thinks of himself as altruistic, but his decision to go to Africa and help the poor was in part just a desire to get away from his father. Dangling wealth in front of him soon redirected him into becoming Amin's personal physician (and unofficial adviser). He wants to do good for the country and the world, but at the same time he never met anyone's wife that he didn't also want to seduce. He's moral in the abstract and amoral in the concrete, much of the time.
The two main performances are wonderful, and the doctor's realization of what Amin is rather than what he'd hoped him to be unfolds well.
Liked this one very much, and it was wonderful to see Forest Whitaker getting such a visible role. :)