Therapize me

[sweetprince]

I'm supposed to be writing a paper on the seriality of horror in the Scream movies (causeways, weird person I would sleep with...Skeet Ulrich as the villain, not Skeet Ulrich, but like the crazy person who will not die and likes hanging people up by their insides...I'm not even kidding. I wish I were), but instead I'm fiddling about with Band of Brothers, some weird gay novel, and the course schedule for next semester.

Dear God, the classes are going to kill me. It's like the professors in the program decided to throw lectures out the window and offer only evening seminars from 7 to 8:50, or for whatever reason the class I want to take is during the writing seminar I'm determined to take. Not that there's a lot. It's slim pickings this semester. Blaxploitation and the female body, Spike Lee, The Western, American Avant-Garde, and like every course I've already taken before. I bet you all are like, WHAT YOU TALKIN', THOSE SOUND AMAZING.

No. You do not understand. If you could meet these professors with their crazy rhetoric: "The fact that he uses the back entrance symbolizes his desire to dress his mother's dog up in a duck costume, a theme oft exploited in this director's work and the genre as a whole."

Dear Professors,
I almost miss the days where I was being forced to read dudes who derived their only joy out of life by imagining themselves as futuristic robots and thought that the camera was a transcendant being made to inspire the unwashed masses to dizzying heights of farming perfection. These classes suck. What happened to Irish cinema?

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[ignited.livejournal.com]

"The fact that he uses the back entrance symbolizes his desire to dress his mother's dog up in a duck costume, a theme oft exploited in this director's work and the genre as a whole."

YES. THIS. EXACTLY.

Oh man. I remember seeing all these film courses and thinking they'd be so AWESOME and then it's like... sitting there, listening to people argue about the color of a girl's dress versus the weird mouth movement of one lady and then the lack of sound symbolizes someone farted... IDK. For hours. A friend of mine used to sit with me in the back and we'd just talk about other movies when he wasn't going "WHAT THE FUCK?" out loud to the people arguing. Good times!

I hate evening classes. I ended up not taking some because they'd be 4 hours and finish at 9 at night. Long screening + traveling home at night + lazy me = does not work.

It sucks that there's not much to choose from though. :\ Ugh. That's lame.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Ahahahah, screenings are scheduled separately. THANK GOD! I might have to take this one class though that from the course evaluations gives a fuckton of work.

[causeways.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, seriously? Crazy girl!

Good luck with the classes. That was pretty much the history of my German major. Like, this is great, German Department, I'm really thrilled that you're offering the same exact classes I already took as a FRESHMAN.

I'm watching more dS. Turnbull has come into my life. I don't think my life will ever be the same.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

I love him in the first episode.

"TURNBULL, THIS IS FRASER!"

Later...

"I did speak with a very charming man called something something..."

"YES, THAT WAS ME!"

[causeways.livejournal.com]

I'd come across him in fic, but I don't think I'd actually seen him on the screen before this episode. Whichever one I am in. Oh, 'Bounty Hunter', because it is all about Fraser having awkward moments with Bounty Hunter Lady and ahhh, Fraser, STOP IT, you are making me, Ray, and the baby Jesus cry.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Uh, he's in the first episode of the season when Fraser calls back to the consulate, and Turnbull can't tell who he is. It's when Dief attacks the Swedish interior decorator because he's wearing Ambergris perfume.

[causeways.livejournal.com]

Oh, but that's when I was staring at the screen like WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. I'm not entirely surprised that I missed him. :)

[emilytheodd.livejournal.com]

You're totally right, I was sitting there going "Blaxploitation and the female body, Spike Lee, sounds awesome!" Oops.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Okay, honestly, if I was in a course of just Spike Lee movies I'd kill myself out of depression, but the same can also be said for a lot of current male directors. Except for maybe Roman Polanski. But his work is all over the place.

Ah, The Fearless Vampire Killers.