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Tennis Anyone?

I saw Match Point this weekend which means that I need to give it to you all straight up, haiku review style. Let it be known that I didn’t like it so much, although Jeff II did. I have a problem articulating why I don’t like tales of moral debauchery, other than to just say they make me feel icky. That’s why I didn’t like The Apartment, and apparently if you dont like The Apartment there is something wrong with you. So either I have major emotional problems or an unshakeable moral code that even celluloid must adhere to. Which sort of sounds like the same thing when you type it out like this.

Oh, and this is a minor spoiler alert. I guess. But maybe not if you watch enough Access Hollywood and stuff.

Tennis and murder!
We should call it Love/and Death!
HA! Advantage me.

matchpt

Poetry that slices through your mind like a hot knife through…

I did Mortified on Friday night – so much fun! I went home on Saturday and found a few more things that might be funny to read there, including a poem I wrote to my dad in the 5th grade when apparently, I was studying health.

Arteries are red.
Veins are blue
Cut down on Butter
Cause I love you

The Haiku and The Whale

Seen lots of movies lately and have not been giving you, my readers, any of my profound opinions on them. And you deserve more than that. So. 17 syllables on The Squid and The Whale, In Her Shoes and Junebug.

The Squid and The Whale
Park Slopers divorce,
one thing they agree on is
they all want the cat.

In Her Shoes
Who pours milk onto
their ice cream? Illiterate
Cammy D., that’s who.

Junebug
Ben McKenzie, will
we ever see a smile from
that punim? Doubtful.

Crash: A Haiku

I saw the Paul “It’s what’s for dinner in Scotland” Haggis film “Crash” last night. I GET its message but I didn’t like the whole rest of it. IN-TENSE! By the end, EVERYONE was racist and the bad guys learned a lesson and no one was happy. Probably least happy of all was Sandra Bullock’s Hispanic maid Maria who was berated by Sandy throughout the film. But then, upon Sandy’s life changing fall down a half flight of stairs and subsequent realization that her friends all suck, Sandy says “Maria, you’re the best friend I’ve got” (which I totally called her saying that) as if that should make Maria feel any better about getting paid to be a human scrubbing bubble inside this Brentwood house.
Thus, Crash the Haiku:

Many cars crashed, man-
y racists and one invis-
ibility cloak

Haiku Review of The Brown Bunny with the Aid of Shel Silverstein’s Where The Sidewalk Ends

Sarah Cynthia
Sylvia Stout would not take
This crappy film out.

Cause it’s garbage, people! GAR. BAGE!

Emotional Rollercoaster of the Penguins

I also saw March of the Penguins last week…or should I say Topsy Turvy Life of the Cutest Fat Arctic Animals Ever.

I wonder how you
say “single file” in penguin.
Morgan Freeman knows.

Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Brought to you by FedEx.

I saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants last week. And I cried like a baby, it was a good movie, guys. Don’t knock it till you’ve been a teenage girl with family and love issues. So here now is my haiku review:

We all learned something
that summer. Thanks to a pair
of jeans with lycra.

Anagrams? Acrostics? whatever

What are those things called where you take each letter from a word and make a poem out of them? Amy was asking me and I said anagram even though I know that’s not right. Anyway, I made up two just now because I’m very deep and poetic and also because Amy forced me to do them for her. Yes, I was bullied into doing her homework.
Let’s get together this afternoon at your place.
I said to my friend
Zooey. When I got there her

Brother Franny had just gotten out of the tub. He had a
Long day and needed to relax.
“Are you okay” I asked him.
Crying, he said, “yes, I just dont like having so many people in the bathroom”.
Kindly, I handed him a towel and left him to dry off.

And then Amy held me at verbal abuse-point and made me do one with her name.
“Are you going to eat those sesame sticks?” I asked
My hot friend Liz.
“Yes, that’s why I bought them. I’m hungry” she said.

Right then our friend Jeff arrived to tell us
He got a job.
“Oh wow” we said at the same time because sometimes we think the same thing simultaneously.
“Do you get paid for that” I asked. I was jealous,
Every time I am hungry or broke my friends always rub it in my face.
“Seven hundred dollars,” Jeff said, and then I made him take me to dinner.

Haiku Reviews

The rain was a real deterrent for me to do anything outside my house this weekend, so I did the only productive thing a city-dwelling person with no plans can do. Watched all three of my Netflix movies, a DVD of Luke’s and a little Sex and the City (DVD Season Six, with commentary). So much to take in. My reviews and synopses are as follows, in order of what I watched.

Friday
Sex and the City: An American Girl in Paris (Part Une)
Carrie’s black and white
outfit is to die for, non?
Petrovsky sucks it.

Sex and the City: An American Girl in Paris (Part Deux)
It’s ok, Car, I
didn’t like Paris either.
“John”s a sucky name.

Saturday
Closer
What a filthy film!
Natalie Portman won a
Golden Globe for this?

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Head games are played on
New England college campus.
Everyone’s wasted.

It was at that point I realized the really bizarre coincidence that Netflix sent me Closer and Who’s Afraid in the same day and it probably looked like I was having a screening of a)Mike Nichols’ films, b)films adapted from the Broadway stage or c)films about 2 really messed up, unfathful couples. But really there was NO rhyme or reason for any of it but maybe I am subconsciously brilliant for ordering them. That’s what I’m going with. Back to the reviews.

Road Trip (on TBS)
Better than one would
expect. So that’s where the guy
on Joey came from .

The Apartment
Suicide attempt,
getting screwed by your boss. It’s
a comedy, folks.

If a haiku could have 21 syllables I would also mention “I hated it”. SORRY!

Sunday
Metallica: Some Kind of Monster
Exit light, enter
Therapist and Rehab. Lars
sells paintings and yells

Morrissey Haikus

Probably the only person who will enjoy todays entry is me. Maybe Amirah too, but I don’t think she reads this. I have been listening to Suedehead today and feel compelled to review each song in haiku form.
The Moz
Suedehead
Ok, i get it
You’re sorry. Hey, what IS a
Suedehead anyway?

Sunny
I don’t know any
one named Sunny but if I
did I’d miss them too.

Boxers
I picture this song
as the soundrack to old men
in bareknuckle fights.

Tomorrow
The sun will come out…
as soon as someone puts their
arms around the Moz.

Interlude
A lovely duet.
I wonder if Moz knows her
name is not Siousxan.

Everyday is Like Sunday
I feel like I’m on
an English beach with a bad
rep for tourism.

That’s Entertainment
Can’t decide which I
like – this version or the Jam’s
original cut.

Hold on to Your Friends
This song uninten-
tionally reminds me of
high school. That’s too bad.

My Love Life
Saddest sentiment
ever! You love another,
but please love me too.

Interesting Drug

I love this song. Can
you blame us Can you blame us?
Plus, Kirsty MacColl.

Our Frank

My boss’ name is
Frank. But Frank like Francis, not
frank like “I’m real blunt”

Picadilly Palare
It is harder to
translate this song than it is
A Clockwork Orange.

Ouija Board, Ouija Board
When you spell out your
name – S-T-E-V-E-N
well, I love that part.

You’re The One For Me Fatty
Finally, a song
for those of us with a lil’
junk in the old trunk.

We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful
Me too! Now all he
needs to write is a song that’s
about schadenfreude.

The Last of The Famous International Playboys
The way he sings “I’m

not naturally evil” makes
me think that he is.

Pregnant For The Last Time
A rockabilly
song that makes me crave pickles
with peanut butter.

November Spawned a Monster

Quintissential Moz
wherein I don’t get the lyr-
ics but love the song.

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get
Calling my number
and following me around?
Not cool pal. Not cool.