Yo! What up, interwebs? My name is April and I enjoy nintendo, oxymorons and Agyness Deyn's eyebrows. I wish I could work a suit like Jarvis Cocker. And I will do terrible things for coffee and cigarettes. I'm a cockney bitch, I'm a young ragamuffin from the streets. In my spare time, I make cynical observations, write movie reviews, steal the neighbours wifi and do things I probably shouldn't. Or simply must. Like building a time machine back to the 90's so I could whip out my cassettes and wear a "lamestain" tshirt. I'd be a closet MC Hammer fan because there really was no better time than hammer time. Maccas 30cent cones would actually cost only 30cents. And I could be the loser sitting alone in class being pelted with paper planes and spitballs while I wrote depressing, beautiful lyrics about materialism, conformity and sports jocks. Oh and Billy Corgan would still be cool.
Or Tuesday night. Whatevs. Because that's when some friends and I headed out and saw Easy A, a teenage comedy starring the ever sexy, feisty and charismatic Emma Stone. I tell ya, if Donna Pinciotti ever had a cheeky little sister, this would be her.
However, upon watching this film, I was instantly grateful for three things;
1. Not growing up in American middle school. 2. Not having parents that over shared their sexual history. 3. Not being surrounded by social networking technology during those years.
I was 19years old when I first got signed up to MySpace. I am so hardcore.
But seriously, it's especially hard for me to comprehend just how difficult it would have been to be surrounded by that over exposure where gossip, regardless of how fleeting or grossly inaccurate, could spread to the masses before you even had a chance to say "OMFG, FML!!!1!"
Our leading lass Olive (played by the charming Stone) throws caution to the wind after being inspired by The Scarlett Letter, the novel her English class is studying. By telling a little white lie to remedy an awkward moment with her BFF Rhiannon, Olive quickly discovers the uncontrollable effects of spreading a rumour about losing your virginity - especially when it is in earshot of the world's most demonic Bible-basher.
Is that an oxymoron? Who cares. Olive quickly discovers she is in over her head as the her lie spirals out of control and lands onto the monitors of every iPhone and Blackberry Curve within a 50mile radius. By using her web cam as a real time confessional, Olive embraces the medium to deflect the damage against her and explain what really happened.
I'm not crazy about glossy, mainstream Hollywood flicks directed at teenagers but this one was fantastic. Besides its obvious timely nature of social network obsessions, parties, cliques, gossip, angst and self discovery woes, it had a lot of heart, humor and several tributes to classic 80's John Hughes movies. 'Nuff said.
I'm sure this video has done its fair share of rounds since it was released onto the interwebz nearly 3 years ago. But as today marks what would have been John Lennon's 70th Birthday, please take the time to celebrate his life and his remarkably insightful view on love and war by giving this a watch. The animation is breathtaking and I cannot help but hang off his every word. A real gem.
"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it." - John Lennon, R.I.P
old fashioned film countdowns, the word 'orchestral', Don Draper's icy stare, pop culture, crackling gramophones, pin ups, worn out cliches, op shopping, brutal honesty, dusty bookstores, tattoos, cities with buzzing neon signs, art galleries, zine fairs, pasta, live bands in small venues, indecency, adventures, gritty polaroids, nerds, strange accents, blogging, hating the word 'blogging', canned laughter and snooze buttons.