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Brit Marling: Breakout star of 2011

Posted on January 1, 2012

The new Indie “It Girl” I’ve seen her been called. Kinda like Parker Posey was in the ’90s? Brit Marling earned the moniker based on a couple award-winning and critically acclaimed indie films from the past year, Another Earth and Sound of My Voice. I’ve seen Another Earth, which is very good. Brit co-stars with the guy who played Ethan, one of the “Others” in Lost. Two planet Earths and the best thing about that – it means two Brit Marlings. Brit proves my part that you can be a really cute gal and look amazing in janitorial clothes. Her other film, Sound of My Voice, I have not seen yet. It probably played in Chicago, ever so briefly, before I caught on to…

Not Enough Bridesmaids

Posted on December 30, 2011

What was all the fuss about Bridesmaids?  I finally just watched it. The problem with Bridesmaids is that there’s NOT ENOUGH Bridesmaids. The hilariously funny scenes with the Bridesmaids (the movie’s title, get it?) were interrupted way too much by Kristen Wiig and her “whoa is me” whiny bullshit. Honestly, I wanted to see more of Melissa McCarthy shitting in a sink (“It’s coming out of me like lava!”). How much funnier had the film been with more scenes like the ‘trying on the dresses’ and airplane one. I’m all for a little romance and shite like that (my fav. film is “Love Actually”) but was not expecting it in this film, especially with Wiig. The poster is a little misleading, eh? And they…

Sears plunge prompts a memory post

Posted on December 27, 2011

Sears takes stock dump. Closing stores. So according to the article in the Chicago Tribune and most other media outlets Sears stock took a major dump and the Illinois-based company is closing over 100 stores. When I was a teen I worked in a Sears, in Calumet City, Ill. (near the Indiana border). What a bunch of tossers I dealt with – and I’m not talking about customers. For awhile I worked in the paint department with a chap named Wayne who looked like a cross between a mentally-disabled Roy Scheider and a blank-staring Woody Allen. Wayne had issues. He thought dogs were speaking to him. He said, “Liffey, dogs talk to me.” Our co-worker Grace, a middle-aged Mexican woman, didn’t help matters (and…