Posts Tagged: trailers

Lady Film: Girl Most Likely

All I want is for this movie to be out TODAY, and then for me to watch it on repeat until I get sick of it. It has everything I love: mental breakdowns, people moving back in with their parents, Kristen Wiig, and Darren Criss. I feel really weird about my crush on Darren Criss because the only thing I’ve seen him in is Glee, where he plays a gay high school student. That’s not my type, guys. That’s illegal and impractical and fictional. But still, whenever I see him I can’t help but fall in love. It just can’t be explained. Also, I get interested in any movie that uses “I Love It” in the trailer because I work out to that song so hearing it gives me an endorphin rush.

In closing, please enjoy this picture of Darren Criss, my sort of inappropriate crush.
darren criss

Lady Film: For a Good Time, Call…


I am so, so excited for this movie. True story: I am weirdly interested in phone sex hotlines. Not calling them, just the idea of them. I once wrote a story about phone sex hotlines in college and it remains one of my favorite things I’ve ever written (to be fair, I haven’t reread it since, so I’m basically going on warm, fuzzy memories here). This trailer made me literally laugh out loud (LLOL, new abbreviation). “Woman who decides she doesn’t want to be uptight anymore” is one of my favorite comedy plotlines. Can’t wait!

A Question


Do you guys ever think that dating Steve Martin would be like dating Steve Martin’s character in Shopgirl?


“Excuse me, Miss, would you like to be in an unequal, toxic relationship? I’LL TAKE ONE OF EVERYTHING!”-Steve Martin

“Can you see that? It’s the demise of your self-worth.”-Steve Martin

“I’m sad because I don’t know how to love :(“-Steve Martin

“Hold still while I strangle you. Metaphorically and, you know, literally.”-Steve Martin

For the record, I love Steve Martin. This movie made me cry (“Big surprise, bozo.”-You), and the book was really fantastic, too. He seems like he wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend, though. I mean, there’d be a lot of banjo, for starters.

Please, Someone Give Lena Dunham Some Pants


This weekend, I watched Tiny Furniture, a movie I’d been wanting to see for a long time. I didn’t really like it, which isn’t the point. I think Lena Dunham is very funny and talented and interesting, and I’m not saying it’s a bad movie. It’s just, I felt like Aura was a friend I liked but who was making really terrible decisions repeatedly, and I could say things like, “Hey, maybe you shouldn’t have unprotected sex in a pipe” all I wanted, but it wasn’t going to stop her from having unprotected sex in a pipe, you know? You know.

So anyway, Lena Dunham’s show Girls is coming out soon, and I’m pretending it even matters that I’m kind of excited about it. I don’t even have television, let alone HBO. I also don’t understand how to download things (imagine me, swatting at my computer feebly, like a monkey trying to understand the glowing box). It looks funny, but the bigger point is that I’m concerned about Lena Dunham. Not even about her character’s unprotected pipe sex this time.

Lena Dunham, where are your pants? Aura spent the majority of Tiny Furniture sans pants, to which I say whatever. She is a woman in her (mother’s) own home. She is free to not wear pants, I guess. She was without pants so much that it started to seem strange, but I figured it was just a character choice Lena Dunham made. Then I watched the trailer for Girls, and guess who isn’t wearing pants AGAIN? LENA DUNHAM! It’s starting to seem less like a character choice and more just like a personal preference Lena Dunham has for pantsless living.
No pants, like usual

I understand this, in theory. I wear skirts almost every day because I find tights more comfortable than jeans, and the second I get home I change into yoga pants. But I am covering the lower half of my body, which is an important thing for me. I guess what I’m asking is: Is it normal to just not wear pants whenever possible? Because here’s my thing…the appeal of wearing no pants is comfort, right? But how am I supposed to feel comfortable knowing that someone could show up to my apartment at any moment, and there I would be, no pants? There’s a scene in Tiny Furniture where Lena Dunham has to wrap a blanket around her body to answer the door because she isn’t wearing pants. I don’t want to wrap a blanket around my body! I want to be ready to greet the world. Also, what if there’s a fire? Every second counts. You don’t have time to be grabbing pants. Also again, I don’t have blinds up in my kitchen yet, and if you’re walking by just the right way you can kind of see into the living room and, you know what, forget it. You don’t need a detailed description of my place.

Maybe this is just a personal quirk of mine, because I’m going to be honest with you, I like to do my hair and makeup all the time. Even when I’m staying at home and no one is going to see me. Judge away! Call me a vain, naracissistic asshole! I literally cannot concentrate on anything I’m doing if I know that my blow dried, non-straightened hair is looking like this:

And you know what? Last week I was sick, and everyone at work kept telling me how terrible I looked and that I should go home. And the thing was, I knew I didn’t look bad because I was sick. I just didn’t wear makeup all week. That’s how bad it is, you guys. I need to be wearing makeup all the time. I just…I just need to be kind of put together. Just a little bit. I need to be wearing pants.

So, frankly, Lena Dunham, I don’t understand you and your pantsless ways. Not one bit.

Our Idiot Brother


Over the weekend, I saw Our Idiot Brother, a movie that was far sweeter and funnier than anything I’ve seen this summer (and I saw the Werner Herzog cave painting documentary!). I love family comedies more than just about anything. You know, like The Corrections. That was a comedy, right? Don’t even tell me it wasn’t, because what was that scene with the talking turd if not comedy? Either way, Our Idiot Brother surprised me by including very few crude jokes. Yes, we did see the back of Steve Coogan’s balls, crude as they may be, but other than that, it was really quite pleasant. No one had semen in their hair, or got hit in the face with a condom, or whatever sort of thing the kids think is funny these days. I appreciate a dirty joke as much as the next gal, but it was nice to see a movie where all of the characters (EXCEPT STEVE COOGAN) were clothed most of the time.

Paul Rudd’s character was a real rarity in film: an optimistic character who isn’t mocked. Most of the comedy hinged on his free-spirited, relaxed behavior around people who are more uptight or motivated or mean, but the film never mocked him. The movie opens with him selling pot to a uniformed cop, but at no point did I think, “Get a load of this dummy!” In a lot of ways, Our Idiot Brother reminded me of an 80’s comedy, maybe something like What About Bob. Actually, exactly like What About Bob. Let’s all rewatch What About Bob this week, everybody!

This movie had something else I always love in a film: sisters! I love watching movies with sisters (or nuns, or houses for unwed mothers, or all-girls boarding schools) because that’s an experience I never had and it all seems so wonderful and mystical. Does it involve less farting? I bet it does. I bet nobody farts at the dinner table when you have sisters! Probably your sister does not say, “Wait a second, did you hear that?” and then fart as soon as you start listening intently.

Watch this movie. Think about what it would be like to have sisters. Look at Steve Coogan’s balls. You’ll love it.