Monthly Archives: July 2012

“It’s time for protest art!”

STEP UP: REVOLUTION

So I finally got to see Step Up Revolution, and I am happy to report that it was everything I dreamed it would be — and more! So many of the classic Teen Dance Movie clichés were represented in this movie, including:

  • ★ Boy and girl from opposite sides of “the tracks”
  • ★ First meeting between the main characters involving a dance-off
  • ★ Dance school snobs
  • ★ Characters getting sprayed by water, turning their white t-shirts transparent
  • ★ “Street” dancers vs. “legitimate” dancers
  • ★ Stern-but-loving parent who initially disapproves of their child’s dance aspirations, but comes around in the end
  • ★ Someone delivering the line “Rules are meant to be broken!”
  • ★ Overprotective best friend
  • ★ A misunderstanding that drives the main couple apart
  • ★ Epic Final Dance Scene (of course — it wouldn’t be a Teen Dance Movie without this)

And, you guys! AND! Not only does the movie contain all of those tried-and-true plot devices, it ALSO features some v. important social commentary, which is a departure from the previous Step Up movies. You see, the male protagonist, Sean, grew up in the “barrio” in Miami, where people are poor but have artistic souls and plenty of street cred. The female lead, Emily, is the daughter of a rich hotel tycoon played by Peter Gallagher…

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What the hell am I doing in this movie?? I’m Sandy Cohen! Someone please get my agent on the phone…

…who is planning on razing Sean’s entire neighbourhood to the ground to build a new hotel chain. Clearly this is unacceptable, so the dance crew (called “The Mob”) stages a series of guerilla dance protest events in order to bring down the greedy corporate suits and their plans for gentrification.

Do they succeed?

Well…you’ll just have to go see it to find out!

Oh, and also?

Moose is back!

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MOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!

Wishful Skillin’: Rainbow Happiness Lollipop Land

rainbow happiness

lollipop sky

If it rains, no problem — I’ve got a lollipop umbrella! But it won’t rain. Nothing but blue skies here…

We’re Not Alone

Litany Against Fear

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing……Only I will remain.

–Frank Herbert, Dune

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Gummi Worms

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Who doesn’t love gummi worms? Even just looking at them makes me happy — all squishy and squiggly (and delicious!)

I like them so much that I drew a little picture in tribute:

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Don’t you think it would be great to dive into a huge vat of them and roll around? You’d get a bit sticky, it’s true, but I think it’d be worth it.

Wishful Skillin’: Woodstock

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In light of the fact that I am headed off to a weekend-long music festival I decided to make today’s instalment of Wishful Skillin’ about one of the most epic festivals of all time — Woodstock. Sure, the entire place turned into a giant mud pit, and there were half a million hippies milling around, but I still think it would’ve been an awesome experience.

Apparently heavily fringed white jackets were de rigueur at Woodstock, which is amazing in and of itself, and certainly worth the price of admission.

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Roger Daltrey

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Jimi Hendrix

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Sly Stone

I can’t imagine many other contexts in which this particular item of clothing would be appropriate, except for maybe on Dallas Cowgirl Barbie, or the contestants from ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’. The fact that these dudes manage to pull it off without affecting their manliness is a fairly impressive feat. In fact, Hendrix looks downright casual. ‘What, this old thing? I always jam out on crazy guitar solos while sporting flamboyant fringed jackets’.*

*In fact, he did.

I will leave you with a few performances from Woodstock. Hope you all have a very groovy, far-out weekend.

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Peace out, brothers and sisters

Self Pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

–D.H. Lawrence

Friends Don’t Let Friends Sneak Into Insane Asylums Alone

OOOOH MY GAWWWD Pretty Little Liars, I love you so much!!!

Seriously, this show has the most ridiculous premise ever (like, come on Liars, just go to the police already. God.)

But when they pull out stellar quotes such as the one above, how can you not smile?

Especially since it’s true! Friends should NOT let friends sneak into insane asylums alone!

I think we can all agree on that.

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Oh, Aria. Ever the voice of reason.

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Aaaaaand there they go. Good plan, girls. Or maybe instead you could try…I don’t know…GOING TO THE POLICE.

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The Kindness of Strangers

Last night as I was cycling home from a movie, I crossed an intersection and the front tire of my bike got caught up in a streetcar track. I fell over sideways, breaking my fall with my hands (thank you, hands) and the right side of my body. Luckily I was wearing a helmet, but I still smacked my face hard against the pavement — the area above my cheekbone was badly swollen and is now very tender to the touch. Thankfully, I sustained no major injuries other than a few other miscellaneous cuts and bruises, and am happy to report that I will survive.

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Queen & Church: the scene of the crime

The only good thing about the experience was all of the help that I got from the random strangers who witnessed the event. First off there were these awesome drunk kids hanging outside the McDonald’s on the corner, who were ridiculously overly-helpful in that way that people often are when they’re wasted. One girl in a pair of spandex pants and seriously amazing studded boots* ran inside and got me some water and a bag of ice cubes to put on my swollen face.

*I remember feeling reassured by the fact that I noticed her boots — I figured that my brain had to be functioning properly if I wasn’t too out of it to recognize some cute footwear.

She also tried to give me a cigarette, and even offered to run back to her apartment if there was anything I needed, saying that she lived close by. So sweet.**

**I didn’t take her up on this, as I couldn’t think of anything that I could possibly need from her apartment — although in retrospect I probably should have asked her for those boots.

As I sat on the sidewalk, leaning up against a concrete wall with the ice pressed to my face, an assortment of other helpful souls drifted past, including one very inebriated dude who expounded on the importance of bike safety, and a homeless guy who crouched down next to me, expressing concern for my condition while telling me about a girl down the street who was trying to sleep with him, but he was reluctant to take her up on the offer as he feared she might have an STD (probably a wise decision, sir).

Anyway, it’s nice to know that even in a big city like Toronto, if you fall flat on your face in the middle of the night you can still count on the kindness of strangers.