I finally got a chance to see Otto; or Up With Dead People, the latest Bruce LaBruce film which had its New York premiere at MoMA on Monday. I’ve been excited about this for the last year ever since it premiered at Sundance. In case you forgot, here’s the awesome trailer all over again, with music by CocoRosie that uses a sample of a kitty meowing.

Honestly, it was pretty much everything I was hoping for. My only criticism is that I think there should have been more explicit sex and gore. Considering the incredibly hot sex scenes in Raspberry Reich, I was expecting to see some actual cum shots. But it’s exactly what it’s been described as, a melancholy movie about a zombie with an identity crisis. Strangely, while I found the film to be more “mild” than “wild,” there’s been a myriad of reactions to the film because of it’s strong content. Read More!

Beverly Hills Chihuahua was so great. It’s the biggest upset of the fall. I went expecting a low quality, offensive film and came out highly entertained and in a great mood. Possibly, this may be because of what I’ll label the “post debate Palin critique” factor; my expectations were so low, that just because the movie was didn’t utterly fail, I consider it a success. The New York Times does go far enough to call it “reasonably diverting,” so I might not be completely in left field with my opinions on this movie.

The truth of the matter is, I went expecting offensive crap and came out thinking about buying the DVD. I spent some time over lunch today explaining this movie’s charm via gChat to good friend Gabe Liedman. Our discussion of the film after the jump. Read More!

I sometimes make jokes about being a man-baby or how my friends behave like manbabies. But I just found out about this gem from 1973 about an actual manbaby. Enter The Baby:

Seriously I’m speechless.

Here’s another clip about what happens when breastfeeding continues into adulthood. It actually is borderline terrifying, but then the terrible mother appears and something about her is so reminiscent of Joan Crawford that I start cracking up.

I’m gonna watch the shit out of this movie this weekend.

Have you guys seen the trailer for Gus Van Sant’s Milk yet? You probably have. It’s been all over the webs since last night. Unfortunately I am not a professional blogger so it takes until my lunch break to write about these things. Sorry, ya’ll.

I almost got the chance to be an extra in this. It was filmed in San Francisco back in February, two days after I left from a vacation that coincidentally put me there at the same time. While it may not be as cool as that time I was a sextra, I was really bummed about this because I was excited to have a mustache, wear flannel, and parade in the streets. I thought it would have been a highly bloggable experience. Because that’s how I measure value these days. In our post modern world of interconnecting nets, my self worth is only measured by the traffic my next blog entry generates.

Thankfully, because of the Youtubes, I can experience what it was like to be part of this film making experience through someone’s shaky, hand held footage posted on the internet. Read More!

Throughout the past years, the sisterhood has kept us together through changes, loss, love, and taught us to believe in ourselves. The pants had the power to cause miracles…. because they fit all of us? Even the curvy girl. For realsies. That’s the premise of the original Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and last night I got to experience the long awaited sequel.

I think it very well be a testament to my character that I still haven’t seen The Dark Night but I have now seen both Mamma Mia! and SotTP 2. I think it means I just value having fun more than most people, but it may secretly mean that my brain is that of a 13 year old girl. You decide. If the latter, I blame the high levels of mercury in the tuna I eat and marijuana.

While the original Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants may be a near masterpiece of teen coming of age cinema, full of hope, change, loss, life experiences, and moments that make me cry, the second unfortunately suffers from sequel syndrome. I do still greatly appreciate the movie however, since it brings America Ferrara, Blake Lively, Amer Tamblyn, and Alexis Bledel together in one place. Here comes my personal discussion of the movie, which is full of SPOILERS. So don’t read on if you care about this movie (why would you, again?). Read More!

Last night I had the total and complete pleasure of seeing Mamma Mia! the movie. I really don’t even know where to begin with this movie. WARNING SPOILER ALERTS ABOUND IN THE ENTRY (but like, really, who the fuck cares about a spoiler alert for Mamma Mia!) My friend Pete most likely summarized the moments that make this movie incredible the best via one of his Twitters:

FabergeLeggs Mamma mia: shouldnt every film have a pulsating mosaic dolphin? Barring that, a cougar christine baranski on a jetski.

Even though something deep inside me was moved to see it on the big screen, I really wasn’t sure what to expect out of this movie. That was until Meryl Streep starts singing “Money Money Money” and the entire thing fades into a fantasy montage that involves on the bow of a ship, draped in yards of flowing, silken fabrics blowing in the wind, while Christine Baranski and Julie Walters sit atop Jet skis locked on the deck of the boat on either side of her. That shot fades away to a shot of Meryl Streep’s face superimposed into the center of a roulette wheel while she holds five poker cards in her hand. At that point I realized exactly what sort of movie this would be and couldn’t be happier. The rest of the audience seemed to agree, as no one ever objected to my incessant giggling and outbursts of “wait… what the fuck is actually going on?”

But really, guys, while the movie is fun, it makes exactly zero sense. Was Meryl Streep drunk the whole time? Read More!

I saw Wall-E yesterday. It’s making me question by general contempt for recent Pixar/Dreamworks productions, which I generally find to be lazy slapstick comedies that try to teach lazy, sentimental values that lack any real thought or analysis. I was told that it’s a truly emo movie (it was) where Wall-E sits around watching old movies and pining for a love he’s never had. Considering I love anything that might bring a tear to my eye and involves wimpy male characters, I agreed to see it. And I have to say it was super cute and I didn’t think it was all bad. I (srsly) almost cried at a couple points.

Erin: how was wall e?
should i go see it?
me: omg
you would love it
i actually cried out “oh no” in a high pitched voice at one point
really loudly when I was too involved in the action
Erin: yesssssss
me: even though I have a lot of criticisms
it’s super cute and fun
like, REALLY cute
it’s majorly an erin movie
you will be obsessed after you see it
omg, it’s so cute
plus there are obese people who learn to live again

And now for the criticisms and these include numerous spoiler alerts. Read More!

Ok. This is old news. Seriously old news. Reporting on this now makes me feel like this:

Basically the biggest cinematic event of the year (for me) is about to drop and I’m sooooo excited. Bruce LaBruce’s “Otto” or “Up With Dead People” is soon to be released, and BUTT magazine is saying that there will be a DVD Box set of all his films to be released in conjunction. They’re doing a very Web 2.0 feature for an promotional booklet to be included with the set creating even more LaBruce buzz. Read More!

So this last weekend was a big movie weekend for me. Not only did I see Sex and the City but I also saw a superior but still awful movie called The Strangers. I went in with fairly high hopes for a trashy, fun horror movie, but unfortunately its only redeeming factor was that you get to see [SPOILER ALERT, ASSHOLES!!!] Liv Tyler get gutted like a fish. Reasons why the movie failed:

• Scott Speedman does not get naked.
• The killers were totally unexplained. While I realize that was the point that was supposed to make them scary, they would be WAY scarier if they were made out to be crazed meth addicts. I mean… really if you’re out on a killing spree at 5am I have a feeling you had a date with Tina that night, and the faces of meth are terrifying (with the exception of the one lady who just turns into Helena Bonham Carter from Harry Potter). Basically I never understood why they had what seemed to be super powers and secret access to any room in the house.
• Overuse of the gimmick where the killer lurks in the background of the mise en scene unbeknownst to the protagonist on screen.
• The masks the killers wore that concealed their identities the entire movie just weren’s scary.

And on that note, I had some ideas for some masks the killers could wear that would definately make the movie 3.7 times more terrifying (as confirmed by my anecdotal market research of friends via Gchat). Read More!

Guess what? I did you all a huge favor. I made some crappy clips of the movie on my tiny hand held videocam, so now you NEVER have to see the movie because you can see all the pivotal scenes and female squealing you want right here on the interwebs. I broke this down into the three key scenes anyone might see this horrible endorsement of both consumerism and the general enslavement of the female population.

#1 Carrie changes into some outfits.

#2 The pivotal scene where Big leaves Carrie at the altar.

#3 And of course, Charlotte pooping herself.

Now that I’ve made your life complete you can go ahead and hang yourself with your chunky belt you got at Anthopologie because you couldn’t afford Marc Jacobs. That is unless YouTube has taken these down by the time you read this… let’s see how long this lasts.