selma blair. i've been a fan of hers since zoe, duncan, jack, & jane, that short-lived wb show (don't worry though, i taped most of the episodes, the show will live forever on grainy vhs tapes). i see her as a young actress trying to break out in the industry, her tactic is she's going for those edgy roles that other actresses might shy away from. cruel intentions, on-screen lesbian kiss. legally blonde, bitchy brunette nemesis. now, storytelling, destructive college student who gets in bed with guys for all the wrong reasons. oh yeah, and she gets naked a lot, and there's a graphic sex scene that has to be digitally blurred in the movie. i think selma's getting too edgy now. she should play some characters that people will like, not evil or stupid characters that everyone hates.
storytelling is a weird movie. parts of it's really funny, parts of it's kind of twisted and sick. essentially two stories, the first one, selma blair sleeps around to find herself, the second, a stoner senior becomes the film subject of a failing documentarian. the first one i saw it as sort of a criticism of how when you get a bunch of smarties in a room and everyone starts talking about something, the power of rationalization can make you believe in anything. i think intellectuals might have a better vocabulary, because that doesn't necessarily make them smart. there are different kind of smarts. the second story i found interesting because it sort of shows the apathy of what we think today's teenagers are like. i found it especially poignant when the stoner kid finally get it only when his life story is shown on the screening room. it's like reality does feel real unless it's been filtered through the television screen or the movie lens.
see it or skip it? don't expect a feel good movie, and prepare to feel a little weird after the film's over. for a much better weird movie (brilliant, i'd even be bold enough to say), check out mulholland drive instead if it's still playing in your local theatres.
i arrived at the office this morning to read an e-mail sent by the company general manager saying how the alarm upstairs was tripped last night and she received a call from the cambridge police in the middle of the night telling her about the incident. 
i then read the next e-mail addressed to me asking if i could please remove my birthday balloons because apparently their movements at night tripped off the motion detector. that's weird, because i've had those balloons for over two weeks now, and nothing's happened until last night. nevertheless, at the end of the day, joel and i euthanized the two balloons and huffed up the helium for a few minutes of levity over our high-pitched squeaky voices.
also this morning i checked on the progress of my cat grass. already the dirt was feeling dry after one day of sitting outside, so i watered the meadowlark. the fast growing sprouts are already close to 1 cm tall. by monday when i go back to the office, they'll probably be 2 cm. i'm curious to see if they'll turn green in the limited sunlight we have upstairs. the color of the sprouts are no indication, they're always pale in comparison to the mature plant.
