I had the privilege of going to the premiere of “Shorts” last weekend in Hollywood. Besides a really adorable movie I also got to see the delightful looking Robert Rodriguez in all his glory. Score one for me.
I was shocked to find that the film translated to people over 13 years old. While I may have rolled my eyes when my kiddie movie obsessed mother forced me to watch all the “Spy Kids” movies, I secretly enjoyed each one and I owe it all to director/writer/musician/super hottie Robert Rodriguez. Who would’ve thought that the man who blessed the world with El Mariachi, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and Desperado (to name a few) could piece together such entertaining family fare.
The story of ‘Shorts’ is a basic kid tale. 11 year old ‘Toe’ Thompson is the punching bag for the bullies in the suburban Black Falls community, where his and everyone else’s parents work for Black Box Industries. A company that manufactures a gadget that can do everything, it’s even better than an Iphone. A random storm hits the community and a mysterious Rainbow Rock is found that grants the beholder anything it wishes for.The rainbow rock finds it’s way around the city, jumping from the hands of kids to adults. The movie is a ‘magical adventure told through a series of shorts that bring to life the best and worst aspects of the Black Falls Community.’
The kid actors in this movie are fantastic and charming, making the ride that much smoother. Kat Dennings plays the part of the permanently annoyed older sister to perfection, William H. Macy is great as the kooky germaphobe scientist, and Leslie Mann and Jon Cryer make for the perfect neurotic technology obsessed parents. However, it’s James Spader as the rich villainous owner of Black Box Industries that I found the most amusing. Only one problem, by the end of the movie I was really wanting my own rainbow wishing rock (what a dream it would be to become debt free).
It seems like a big coincidence that Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino are releasing a movie on the same day. I mean, the movies are on complete opposite sides of the spectrum but it makes you wonder how divisive Hollywood can be sometimes. Here’s a solution for all you fully functioning adults with families: take the kids to see “Shorts” and get a sitter the next day so you can watch “Inglourious Basterds” that way 2 of the greatest directors of my generation will get their time to shine.
Youth in Revolt by C.D. Payne has been one of my favorite books since I could still be considered a youth. The book serves as a tome for teens and some grown ups who are fighting against the odds of growing pains , frustrations, and learning to deal with the opposite sex. Plenty of tomfoolery ensues, homelessness, bait and switch, dressing up in drag to escape authorities, step parents, and a camping trip.
The book has now been adapted into a movie starring Superbad’s Michael Cera and Steve Buscemi. I am excited and scared all at once that they could possibly have ruined a book that I cherish so much, I reread it twice every year. Especially after Sunday’s viewing of this “treasure”:
I’m almost scared to go to any theater for the remainder of the summer after watching “Year One”. No matter what Cera will be given the opportunity to redeem himself as I will watch “Youth In Revolt” when it’s released in the fall. BUT if they crucify one of my favorite books cinematically, Michael Cera will have to answer to me and trust me when I say I don’t take no guff.
I sat through the countdown until the Olsen twins turned 18 years old. Then it was Lindsay Lohan’s turn. I just visited the site featuring the countdown to Miley Cyrus big 1-8 and I’m done with it. Why is it okay for men to countdown the mere moments until underage girls reach the garden of 18 years of consensual age, and I get deemed inappropriate for inquiring about Mr. Nick Jonas’ big day?
I’m not gonna take it anymore. Equality for all, I’m shouting in this, the age of Obama, the beginning of reason and hope, Danger Bowie is gonna count down a couple of her very own magical birthdays.
Pictured above, Raymond Nicholson, Jack’s youngest son. He just turned 17 on February 20, 2009 but fear not ladies there’s only 341 days away between you, Ray and jail time.
And last but not least with a solid 549 days until this cutie pie hits adulthood…
Mr. Nick Jonas
Aww my darling Nicki, soon.
With that out of my system, I resolve to not go as far as to use disgusting objectifying adjectives to describe any lustful way a lady could feel about these boys because I am but a notch better than the men who started the aforementioned lady countdown sites. I will from time to time keep all the females alerted of where the clock lies but until our day comes, we lie in the shadows, waiting patiently. Controversy is thick in the air, and I can’t get enough of it.
Hark, I say!
Equality for all!
Long live male and female adolescent to adulthood countdowns!!