I’ve always liked this show. It’s very endearing, and it’s clear the writers are having fun. They walk the line between comedy and drama, and they’re very good at both. It has roots in soap opera (from Betty La Fea) but I have never considered it to be like one because things happen for a reason. Sure, there’s heightened drama, but the characters actually three dimensional and their motives are legitimate.
When I heard they were canceling the show, I was a little upset. I wasn’t floored, but I did go “awww.” Like I said, I always liked the show, and it was consistently a fun watch. Now that the show is coming to a close, the writers are doing exactly what any writer would do in this situation: tie up loose ends and bring back old characters.
This is some of the most successful end-tying I’ve seen for almost any show. Look, as much as I adored Pushing Daisies, the end was messy. I know it wasn’t their fault that the end wasn’t even aired, and even though what we wanted to happen happened (well, sort of), there was no real pay off because it was too soon. But this isn’t about Pushing Daisies. Moving on!
I just watched the 19th episode of season 4 “The Past Presents the Future”, and I’m incredibly impressed. The writers have established a story line for every character, and I genuinely care about all of them. I have no doubt they’ll be able to sustain this until the end. This episode made me really sad for the end.
Also, a bit of a spoiler…I would say that all of this season has been setting up the possibility of Betty and Daniel, and this episode really planted that seed. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but it makes me really excited. I need to go outside or something.
I need to prepare myself emotionally before I watch the finale, which is up on Hulu now. Goodbye, Ugly Betty! And thank you!
I just saw a free screening of Exit Through The Gift Shop by Banksy. I wrote a paper on Banksy and had read about the film when it was at Sundance, but didn’t get a change to see it before the paper.
What I had read weren’t exactly reviews, but more of just general praise for Banksy, and oh, by the way, he has a movie. I went into the screening not really sure what was going to happen, only knowing that Banksy gave an actual interview with his voice change, and it had to do with his relationship with a filmmaker, Thierry Guetta.
We quickly find out that we can’t really call Guetta a filmmaker. Guetta somehow stumbled into filming street artists, and then generated some buzz. He claimed he was working on a documentary, but really he was just filming hours and hours of video he would just store away in boxes.
Guetta met Banksy, and they seemed to develop a friendship. Banksy gives off the impression that their relationship was closer to being a business type relationship than a platonic one, but he did allow Guetta into his personal studio. And we aren’t even allowed to hear his actual voice. Guetta was the only man accompanying Banksy on the infamous Disneyland trip on which Banksy put a Guantanamo Bay prisoner on a ride.
The documentary is hilarious and frustrating. It’s clear that this documentary’s main purpose is to mock Guetta (because, let’s face it, he’s a complete lunatic), and showing the process of a street artist is secondary. We already know Banksy is creative, witty, and funny. His dry sense of humor comes out even more in the film. He just trashes Guetta (he’s hardly trying, it’s really not that difficult). It’s Banksy at his finest, really. In the film we learn Guetta begins to do street art himself under the name Mr. Brainwash.
The film has already established that this man is a complete idiot, and yet, he’s essentially reaching up his asshole and pulling out shit.
And I hate to fucking say it, but some of it is good.
I hated myself for liking some things. I really did. I don’t consider myself much of a pop art enthusiast, because I often think the idea behind the work is better than the actual pierce (and Warhol, Lichtenstein and Hamilton basically had it covered) but I did like some of his things — as design. If his art had been used on t-shirts or something, I would totally wear it. I don’t want to see what he was doing in a gallery, though.
Partly, of course, because I’m jealous. Shit, I wanna make millions of dollars for just being crazy.
But overall, I would highly recommend this documentary for anyone who appreciates street art. Or anyone who just likes to make fun of people.
Okay. I basically died this weekend. I threw up everything inside of me that is throw-up-able, and now I have a neck ache from this vomit sequence.
I will not go into the details of this night/morning because I would hate for my reputation to be tarnished by these somewhat embarrassing events, but I decided that enough was enough, and I was going to have to go to the health center, or basically succumb to wasting away. I took a big drink of water and prepared my bag while I waited to throw up the water I just put in me to ensure that I wouldn’t throw up on the 4 minute walk to the health center.
Once that…happened, I made it to the center and an Italian man put me in a room which had a bathroom (which came in handy). Then a nurse came in with a needle and told me I would have to get a shot. In the ass. I said I understood, and she’s about to make me drop my pants and bend over when she asks me where it hurts.
"Where does it hurt? On your neck?"
"Your neck spasms."
"Oh! Haha! Well, this isn’t for you…what a relief, huh?”
"Except you probably will still have to get a shot in the butt, anyway…"
Thank you, lady, for getting my hopes up. Fortunately, I just got a few IVs, not a buttshot.
The nurses fixed me up nicely. I was like a little rag doll of a human. They put an IV in me, which was uncomfortable, but I’ve had my number of piercings, so I’m set. I just don’t like looking. And today I ate real food! Result!
But I’ve decided I’m probably gonna die from throwing up my inner organs.