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tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-10-30 04:50 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-10-30 04:50 am
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Three things, tonight.
So I finally got my dirty little paws on a copy of the first Sandman comic. Not instantly addictive, but then again I'm not a huge fan of comic books. I'd have to say that the two that really jumped out at me were "24 Hours" and "The Sound of Her Wings." Will definitely look into it further once I've returned the copy of Preludes and Nocturnes that I, um... borrowed... from an upperclassman.
This being parents' weekend, of course my brother came up too. He stuck around for the scary movie marathon tonight after the parents went back to their hotel room, and was all signed up to stay in my room tonight. But of course we had to get sidetracked into hanging out at the sophomore dorms, and he stuck around to watch yet another movie in one of the lounges, and I basically told one of my friends who lives in my dorm to bring him back and let him in once the movie was over. That was at maybe, oh, 2, 2:30, about 30 minutes into the movie... it's now almost 5:00, and no sign of the bastard. I'm sort of not sure what to think... part of me is saying to let him enjoy what's probably the first instance of absolutely no curfew or bedtime he's ever known in his life, but it's a comparatively small part of me. The rest of me is tired, royally pissed off, shaking from caffeine comedown, trying not to worry about where the hell he is, and all because I'm too much of an uptight pseudo-parental bastard to just curl up to sleep and let him work shit out for himself when he gets back.
I tried to be impressed. Honestly, I did. I kept waiting for them to break loose and just fucking sing it like they meant it, but alas, it was not to be. Emmy in particular was disappointing--nothing majorly unpleasant about her singing, but several small annoyances and overall the most astounding part about it was her absolute mediocrity and lack of anything all to make her stand out or make the role her own. Small annoyances--a tendency to go flat, and to slide, and a certain dragging quality to her diction. But mostly it was just the combination of extremely straight tone, thin upper register, lack of real emotion or feeling for what she's singing, and general timidity and unwillingness to sing powerfully. Gerard Butler is certainly different, but not in a way that I'd describe as particularly special. More different in that most of the Phantoms that I've heard have been trained singers with plenty of experience under their belt, and of course if you thrust someone mostly untrained and with little singing experience into the role he'll sound different. I'd have to say that the one I liked most from what I've heard was Patrick Wilson--he can sing and sound like he actually cares about what he's singing, fancy that! I'm surprised they let him in at all; you'd think they'd be afraid he'd upstage Emmy and Gerry, what with one sounding like a twelve-year-old and the other sounding like they picked him straight off the streets for his looks. Of course Patrick looks like a total dork, but he definitely sounds the best and if there's one lesson Phantom teaches it's not to judge on looks, mm?
Dear Joel Schumacher,
Remember "young and sexy?" Well, "young" shouldn't mean "so young that Christine should be stuck back in the children's chorus." And "sexy" shouldn't mean "we're going to cast a HORRIBLY UGLY AND DEFORMED guy completely based on his good looks, even though his singing is mediocre at best."
Bad mood. Definitely bad mood. Worried, tired, pissed, and disappointed. Wonderful.
So I finally got my dirty little paws on a copy of the first Sandman comic. Not instantly addictive, but then again I'm not a huge fan of comic books. I'd have to say that the two that really jumped out at me were "24 Hours" and "The Sound of Her Wings." Will definitely look into it further once I've returned the copy of Preludes and Nocturnes that I, um... borrowed... from an upperclassman.
This being parents' weekend, of course my brother came up too. He stuck around for the scary movie marathon tonight after the parents went back to their hotel room, and was all signed up to stay in my room tonight. But of course we had to get sidetracked into hanging out at the sophomore dorms, and he stuck around to watch yet another movie in one of the lounges, and I basically told one of my friends who lives in my dorm to bring him back and let him in once the movie was over. That was at maybe, oh, 2, 2:30, about 30 minutes into the movie... it's now almost 5:00, and no sign of the bastard. I'm sort of not sure what to think... part of me is saying to let him enjoy what's probably the first instance of absolutely no curfew or bedtime he's ever known in his life, but it's a comparatively small part of me. The rest of me is tired, royally pissed off, shaking from caffeine comedown, trying not to worry about where the hell he is, and all because I'm too much of an uptight pseudo-parental bastard to just curl up to sleep and let him work shit out for himself when he gets back.
I tried to be impressed. Honestly, I did. I kept waiting for them to break loose and just fucking sing it like they meant it, but alas, it was not to be. Emmy in particular was disappointing--nothing majorly unpleasant about her singing, but several small annoyances and overall the most astounding part about it was her absolute mediocrity and lack of anything all to make her stand out or make the role her own. Small annoyances--a tendency to go flat, and to slide, and a certain dragging quality to her diction. But mostly it was just the combination of extremely straight tone, thin upper register, lack of real emotion or feeling for what she's singing, and general timidity and unwillingness to sing powerfully. Gerard Butler is certainly different, but not in a way that I'd describe as particularly special. More different in that most of the Phantoms that I've heard have been trained singers with plenty of experience under their belt, and of course if you thrust someone mostly untrained and with little singing experience into the role he'll sound different. I'd have to say that the one I liked most from what I've heard was Patrick Wilson--he can sing and sound like he actually cares about what he's singing, fancy that! I'm surprised they let him in at all; you'd think they'd be afraid he'd upstage Emmy and Gerry, what with one sounding like a twelve-year-old and the other sounding like they picked him straight off the streets for his looks. Of course Patrick looks like a total dork, but he definitely sounds the best and if there's one lesson Phantom teaches it's not to judge on looks, mm?
Dear Joel Schumacher,
Remember "young and sexy?" Well, "young" shouldn't mean "so young that Christine should be stuck back in the children's chorus." And "sexy" shouldn't mean "we're going to cast a HORRIBLY UGLY AND DEFORMED guy completely based on his good looks, even though his singing is mediocre at best."
Bad mood. Definitely bad mood. Worried, tired, pissed, and disappointed. Wonderful.