Saturday, July 5, 2014

Thanks, Dad.

I swear, my father raised me to be an old soul. I don't know that it was intentional, but he had to realize there'd be repercussions to pumping a 7-year-old full of Oldies 104. It was bound to shape my highly impressionable mind in some way. Funny thing is, I didn't realize it until now.

So before I dive right in, I'll say that I saw Jersey Boys, directed by Clint Eastwood, tonight. This won't be a film review, simply because I feel a bit too biased towards the material and I don't want to shove my opinion down your throat. I loved it; if you like The Four Seasons, you should see this. If you can, see the Broadway show first. But this is accessible and affordable; I'm talking serious bang for your buck, folks. I'm 95% certain I was the youngest person in the theater, which got me thinking about how I came to love The Four Seasons.

Before I continue, yes, this is more of a personal post than my usual. There's a life lesson to be had here and I'm going to talk about it. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Old College Try: Upside Down

Once again, I'm taking advantage of the Netflix subscription I so desperately want but refuse to pay for. I first saw this trailer on and thought it looked CRAZY. You can check it out here!

To me, it was crazy in a super cool, futuristic, reminiscent of 1984 yet mixed with the struggle of the proletariat among the bourgeoisie kind of deal. (Thanks, high school history.) And I thought, "Hey, I could get on board with this. Love Jim Sturgess, I'm warming up to sci-fi...why not give this a go." I hadn't heard anyone talking about it and wondered why, only to realize that it was a foreign release.

Well, my friends, I will kindly suggest that if you enjoy things that make sense, don't watch this movie. It was pretty to look at, the things that happen in this here picture will make you go, "Huh?" If you're worried about ruining the scattered pieces of plot, be warned. There will be spoilers.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Old College Try: My Week With Marilyn

Seasons greetings from the Upper West Side! Why am I writing to you from such a swanky neighborhood, filled with Banana Republics, expensive grocery stores and a Duane Reade on every corner, you ask? Well, I can at least entertain the idea that you asked. When my cousin told me he was going to Florida, dogwatching came up. And as my familial duty, I have once again packed up my suitcase and temporarily rolled away from good ol' Bushwick. Yep, for six whole days, no closet-sized bedroom, sharing a bathroom or paper-thin walls through which I constantly hear my neighbors having sex. Don't get me wrong, I love living in Brooklyn. But sometimes, it's just fun to get a taste for how "the other half" lives.

And those same words couldn't be more true in My Week With Marilyn, a movie dedicated to capturing a young British man's short-lived romance with Marilyn Monroe. In my particular scenario, though, my respective half is that of a broke-ass college graduate. 

Before we begin, I want to state this for the record: I'm not a girl that worships Marilyn Monroe, nor the ground she once walked on. I don't go to her for inspirational quotes, nor do I have posters of her hanging on my wall. Chick definitely had her problems. However, I will say that the more I learn about her, the more interested I become. So fear not, this will not turn into a Marilyn fanpiece. We'll now carry on to the review.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Old College Try: Beastly

Today was an off day for me. Overcome with postgraduate panic, I had a meltdown about never finding a job, not achieving anything and throwing in the towel. Man, when I am down in the dumps, do I get dramatic. But, from what I've seen of the GIFs and Buzzfeed articles relating to 20-somethings, because they're clearly the most dependable source, the stress and worrying is somewhat normal. 

So, I did what many girls do to de-stress:  eat sweet stuff and watch a sappy movie. After downing some of my homemade applesauce, I popped in Beastly, a "modern take" on Beauty and the Beast. Now, I'll preface this by saying that I chose not to see it when it was in theaters because I thought the premise was laughable. After giving it a viewing, I can't say I was too far off. But in every terrible movie, there's almost always a glimmer of hope. This particular glimmer happens to be named Neil Patrick Harris. 

So, if you like NPH or enjoy teasing cheesy movies, please do read on! If not, well, the choice to see or not to see is yours. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The Old College Try: Fame

Since my last post, I've packed up everything that could fit in my rolly suitcase and moved to New York City. It's all very exciting...and terrifying. And I can't stop thinking about money. It's the ultimate transition: from shelling out all of my money for an education to trying to save all of my money while being harassed for cash by the people who provided my education. Anyways, I decided to watch Fame, the remake. You don't need to tell me how painfully ironic it is. For those not so familiar, it's about a bunch of ambitious teens following their wildest dreams as they try to make it in, you guessed it, New York City. 

I recognize it's a sin in itself for watching a remake without seeing the original and I fully apologize for that. But you have to understand, the selection at my local library is extremely limited. So I'm working with what I got. 

So without further ado, my take on Fame, extended edition. Why, oh why did I think the longer version would be better?

Monday, July 15, 2013

A rough cut of a mysterious little piece of flash fiction I wrote.

by Lauren Caputi 

It was a rainy Thursday night and the city had, indeed, gone to sleep. Puddles collected in the streets as drops dripped from the gutters. Dismal was the best way to put it.

Hector sat in front of the fireplace, whiskey in hand. The golden rim of the glass gleamed against the dancing embers he had stoked. His breath was slow, controlled. A single ice cube clinked as he swirled his libation. He needed it. Hector knew this day was coming, but he wasn’t ready. Who could ever be ready for murder? He took one last slug and grimaced before pulling on a heavy coat, flipping up the hood to obscure his face from any wandering eye.

He didn’t have far to go. But with each step closer, the gravel crunched louder and louder under his boots. If only he could…no. He shook his head, clenching his teeth as he tried to focus on his task. He knew from the beginning what he was getting himself into.

Friday, April 5, 2013

The Old College Try: Jeff, Who Lives At Home

There are few friends greater than those willing to share their Netflix password with you. That has been my mantra for the past two days. My lovely friend Marie so graciously offered her info to me when I decided to veg out with a good movie, drink wine and eat chocolate. After watching a very estrogen-filled movie, I decided to pick out another. However, I found myself too tired to finish it. Now, I never do this. If I'm too tired, I'll still power through. But I thought this flick deserved a little more respect than that.

I watched Jeff, Who Lives At Home, written and directed by Jay and Mark Duplass. The film portrays a day in the glamorous life of Jeff, a 30-year-old stoner who lives in his mom's basement. Not sold yet? Jeff is played by the wonderful Jason Segel, alongside Susan Sarandon, Ed Helms and Judy Greer.

Everyone has their favorites in Hollywood; Jason Segel happens to be one of mine. His performance in this film is definitely one of the strongest elements about it. If you don't like him, well, this movie's probably not for you.