Had a mostly-swell weekend with the folks, who came on Wednesday. The part before the weekend would have been swell, but I was still pretty sick. Today I learned that I can actually put eyedrops in by myself.
Feeling good about myself because I bought the new Ben Folds that I’d been procrastinating about at the same time I bought this old classic Fleming and John. Great stuff—you should really check it out.
Have now not written in over two weeks. I better get on it, or I might start to lose the drive.
Watched Clueless tonight with the Small-ers. First time seeing this 1995 classic. Fun stuff. Brittany Murphy with a New York accent.
Clueless is a great movie for people like me, who struggle with character. It’s based on a Jane Austen book, so it’s rife with characters, and Amy Heckerling had to help the audience keep all those kids straight. So in addition to the typical teen-movie stereotypes, she came up with some pretty sparkling ways to make her characters stand out.
Making the misleading love interest a 50s crooner-type was completely genius. And then he’s gay. You can’t make this stuff up.
One kid’s a skater-stoner. Oh sure, I know what you’re thinking: “That is sooo 90s.” Well, to be fair, this was the 90s. But in addition to the stereotype, Heckerling also made the guy an overenthusiastic stupid-human-trickster with a gift for spills. The fact that he later turns out to be a stunningly cool skater is just icing.
Brittany Murphy plays the pretty ugly girl. You know the one I mean. But she also has a super-thick New York accent. For no reason. And she swears more than everyone else put together.
Alicia Silverstone’s Emma (actually Cher in this movie: go figure) is fairly true to form. But for purposes of the plot, she’s unfashionably a virgin. So is her best friend. I mean, come on, this is the mid-90s! Sexually-inexperienced teens are supposed to be a thing of the past in movies by this time. But not here. Genius.