Drink, Drink, #DrinkSenora

Before I get to talking about tonight’s Beetlejuice Drinkalong, it’s looking like we’re set for the next several drinkalongs.  Because MT and others have been super excited about the idea, May is going to be Cusack Month.  We’ll be watching Say Anything, High Fidelity, Grosse Pointe Blank and Better Off Dead.

Sadly, only Say Anything is on Netflix, so you’ll need to find another way to watch it.

Next week we’ll be watching Labyrinth…which is also not on Netflix, but the week after THAT we’ll be watching Ghostbusters, WHICH IS!

So, yay!  It’s nice to have everything figured out for a while!

Okay, on to tonight’s festivities:

I’m also working on setting up a static page with the schedule of upcoming drinkalongs.  Hopefully that will curb some of the “Oh, I had no idea that was happening!” messages I get (not that I don’t <3 you all, but come on).

See you guys tonight (9:45CDT/10:45EDT)!

 

#DrinkMeGently with a chainsaw, do I LOOK like Mother Teresa?

This week has fucking sucked.  If I told you how much I was looking forward to/needed this Heathers drinkalong, I wouldn’t have time to write the rest of this post.  And because I’m in such a rotten mood, I’m doing the bare minimum necessary.

If only I had a working refrigerator, I’d be making a ton of boozy slushies tonight, but I don’t, so instead I’ll just drink whatever I have.

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This is on Netflix, so there’s really no reason for you not to show up.  Same time as always, 9:45CDT/10:45EDT.  See you all tonight (please show up to help me get over this Week From Hell).

<3

Pretty in Pink Drinkalong (#PrettyInDrink isn’t very creative, I know)

Confession.

I haven’t watched this movie in…like, 20 years?  At least.  So I kind of ended up winging it for the whole thing and maybe it’ll get us embarrassingly drunk, maybe no one will get drunk at all.  I really have NO IDEA.

  • Countdown Timer (9:45 CDT/10:45 EDT)
  • #PrettyInDrink (again, I know it’s fucking stupid, but WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?!)
  • Rules that may or may not send you to the hospital if you follow them
    Pretty in Pink drinkalong

Next week we take a break from John Hughes to visit Heathers.  Which should be the best time ever.

In which I’m late to the party, but still have things to say.

I’m probably one of the last people in my circle of friends to’ve seen Frozen.  That’s cool, I’m used to it.  For the last 10 years, the only movies I’ve seen in the theatre have had Harry Potter or The Hobbit in the title, or were Quentin Tarantino films.  I’m fine with that, really.

So, Saturday Frozen came out on DVD and my dad got it for the kids.  My 8y/o got it set up upstairs and we had a snack/movie time combo wherein we watched and ate popcorn on the couch instead of our usual snacktime at the table.  The 3y/o was incredibly good for the majority of the movie, shoving popcorn into my mouth because she was sure I was hungry.  It was a lovely late morning/early afternoon.

Over the last several years, it’s become a bit of a custom in our house for me to have the imdb app open on my phone when we watch something for the first time (I know, it is for many of you, too) so that I can read them the trivia or answer who voices certain characters.

I also read the reviews, which is a bad idea as frequently they’re of little use and are essentially longwinded YouTube comments, y’know?

Anyway, this time I read a handful of reviews and ended up ragequitting the app.  Let me tell you why.

(If you’re also tardy to the Frozen party, there will be some spoilery talk from this point on.)

First of all, I read this review:

Once again we have sit through another politically correct, contrived work that Hollywood and it’s biased writers produce these days as comedy and amusement. Once again we have the females at the fore, that in itself I do not have a problem with.

What does stand out in this entire piece of sexist, male-bashing indoctrinating piece of work is the endless, unrelenting “Male-Bashing”. This has got to be the worst so far. If this attitude increases any further, why do they bother writing in any male characters at all because all they do is hold them up to ridicule, abuse (The princess smacks a male just for fun).

Just about every action undertaken by any male in the obnoxious animation is loaded, no, flooded with endless bumbling and incompetent behavior that could only ever be generated by a staff of writers who have determined and specifically designed that entire movie to display and promote it.

Surely we should see the END of this unrelenting and viscous male-bashing that Hollywood has now enshrined into every movie those biased bigots now generate. Surely seeing your Father or Brother of Grandfather being continuously made to look a complete fool is way beyond a joke. It’s viscous, biased, sexist and downright unforgivable. Please vote accordingly. I gave this movie a ONE for that reason. It is sickening.

 

Now, this makes me angry for several reasons.  I have sons (three of them) and two of them watched Frozen with me.  One (the 8y/o) thought it was effing amazing.  He was singing along to Let It Go during the closing credits and asked if we could watch the full length versions of the songs on the videos that were in the Special Features.  He is typically a very boy’s boy sort.  He loves playing racing games and Halo with his older brother.  He’s usually asking for NERF guns for his birthdays now, and all of this is fine.

The 7y/o, on the other hand, thought quite a bit of it was scary. He enjoyed the songs, but was worried when he thought Elsa was turning into the villain.  This is not a startling thought for him to have, as Disney movies frequently portray a woman as the villain of the piece.  He is also into NERF guns and superheroes (my kingdom for the chance to never have to sit through a Toby Maguire Spider-Man movie ever again), but is equally into Lalaloopsy and having tea parties with his little sister.

My point in mentioning these things is to let you know that at no point did my male children feel like this movie was “bashing” them by virtue of having been born with a penis.

IN FACT, the scene the “reviewer” above is mentioning was this one:

 

anna punches hans

And ALL THREE of my kids that were watching the movie cheered along with me.  My 3y/o daughter said “HE GOT A KNUCKLE SANDWICH!” and the 7y/o replied “He sure did.  He deserved it!”

Because he did.  Hans so totally deserved that knuckle sandwich, and I’m glad that even though we don’t advocate violence in our house, they realize that HE was the actual villain of the story (and it was a delightful instance of throwing the usual tropes on their heads, something we don’t typically see in Disney films) and that he should be lucky he got off with just a punch in the nose.

Now, as troubling as I found the above review, I can understand it.  There will always be men out there who think that a strong woman is all about making men look bad.  There are also women who subscribe to the same theory, but whatever.

What I found even more bothersome, which actually had me so upset I was close to crying were the several reviews written by women who knocked stars off their total because ELSA DOESN’T END THE MOVIE WITH A MAN.

But one could even forgive Frozen this, if it wasn’t hindered by a second missed opportunity: It doesn’t give Elsa a love interest, no prince to win her heart, no man to love, who would love her back.

and

It was a huge missed opportunity on the part of Frozen not to give Elsa a love story. Nothing in the world could have been more beautiful than if this character, who spends a lifetime (not to mention most of the movie) utterly alone, would have finally found romantic love. It could have been “the most beautiful love story ever told,” if a prince had finally begun to see past her dangerous side, helped her realize her goodness of heart, and shown her the romantic love that she’s been denied her whole life (which, at the age of 21, would be an aching longing for her indeed).

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I don’t…

I srsly can’t even with this.  Here I was all excited and applaudy because we’ve got another Disney princess (like Merida) who doesn’t need a man/relationship to make her happy, and people are complaining about it.  Aren’t we supposed to be teaching our daughters that they don’t NEED a relationship to be happy and fulfilled?  Aren’t we supposed to be letting them know that the keys to their happiness lie inside?

Then why are we getting all pissy cos a princess ends a movie happy on her own?

 

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Drinkalong (#DrunkeSchoen, Darling…)

Man, coming up with the hashtag for this drinkalong was the WORST.  In a panic yesterday afternoon, realizing I still had nothing and hadn’t even set up the countdown timer, I PMed Herc and demanded that he help me.  Because he’s the genius that brought us #Drinkonceivable and #OnLeRocks, and we’ve been talking about this Ferris Bueller drinkalong for weeks so I figured he’d been thinking about it.

And he had.  Which is how we now have what is probably the best drinkalong hashtag ever, and I’m considering making it permanent.  [ahem]

All right.  If you’ve never participated in a drinkalong before, it’s the easiest thing in the world.  Everyone gets the movie all set up in the comfort of their own home, presses play at the same time, then proceeds to drink and tweet (using the aforementioned amazing hashtag) like there’s no possibility of twitter jail.

  • Countdown Timer (press play when this gets to zero)
  • #DrunkeSchoen (I’ve been singing this song since yesterday, replacing the lyrics as I go)
  • THE RULES*:
    fbdo drinking game

* NB:  I like you all too much to let you die of alcohol poisoning, so please select a FEW of the rules and stick with them.  Or just follow them for the first ten minutes and drink steadily after that, remembering that there are rules only occasionally (this is my preferred drinkalong methodology).  Also, the whole Save Ferris thing is referring to any time someone mentions being worried about Ferris’ “illness,” and phone trickery is…well, it’s phone trickery.  Where someone pretends to be someone else on the phone.  Remember the days before Caller ID when this was possible?

…and that’s all I have.  I have a ton of coffee to get through before tonight, so I will stop typing excessively and leave you to your Saturday.  Meet back here at 9:45c/10:45e?

(Oh, and Pretty in Pink next week?)