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TGIF to you!

It’s been a long, yet ultimately lovely week for us. Can you believe it’s already August?

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Things have been heating up around here at Hus af Snark, mostly in the “taking in a ton of projects and filling out our calendar for the next month” sort of way. (Which also explains why this is going up so late tonight…)

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In case you missed it, we’ve got a virtual book tour starting this Monday, August 5th, for book 2 of the Nemesis Chronicles, Hand of Time. More details can be found at http://www.thenemesischronicles.com and on our Facebook fan page. Needless to say, it’s going to be a busy month.

I’ve also started participating in this month’s #FMSPhotoaday challenge and you can follow along on ye olde twitter (@hrjacksontnc). In case you don’t wish to go to the link, here’s the list of topics by day:

Alright, let’s get on with the fangirl portion of our post!

You remember last week’s fan!mani, right? Our favorite former shrink turned Puddin’s moll? Well, this week, I got inspired by a particularly delicious shade of polish that really could only point to one character:

I mean, really. Considering how colorful so many of the baddies are, they deserve a little lovin’ too, don’t you think?

So I gathered my colors:

The next thing to figure out was just what sort of manicure I wanted to do. And I realized I enjoyed my Aquaman mani from a few weeks ago, so I thought I’d do a little modified version of it:

Two coats of the paper mache, followed by two coats of Private Dancer, and then, because I wanted it to be a little messy, a little chaotic, I free-handed the red in a sweep between the two colors:

I’ve already gotten a bunch of compliments about it, culminating with the lady in the Taco Time drive-thru grabbing my hand and declaring them awesome n’ professional looking. *preen*

 

Moving aloooong!

Movie land:

We originally started watching this movie last week, but had to stop when the NF disk started messing up. At a crucial plot point in the movie, no less. So we sent defecto!disc back, and got a non defective one early this week.

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This movie is…unsettling. In a good way. It’s the story of 18-year old India Stoker, whose father dies unexpectedly, leaving her alone with her mentally unstable mother. Oh, and her uncle Charlie. Whom she didn’t even know existed until her father died. There are all sorts of odd goings on with Charlie around, and slowly, India starts to suspect just what his motives are for moving in with them. All the while, she’s experiencing a sort of… sensual awakening.

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Visually? This film is amazing. The cinematography is as compelling and fascinating as the story itself. There are so many scenes that make you just sit there, mouth agape, trying to figure out why you can’t look away despite how unnerving the images on screen are.

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But the best part is that the visuals don’t dominate the entire film. They’re scattered in, blended seamlessly with the storyline, and you realize that they compliment, entirely, the performances of the actors. Nicole Kidman has this brilliant, slightly unbalanced, fragility about her that plays perfectly against the psychopathic sensuality that both Matthew Goode and Mia Wasikowska bring to the screen.

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All in all, the movie is brilliantly evocative, with an ending that makes complete sense.

So, so good!

 

Speaking of good movies, The Sessions was actually recommended to us by some friends of ours. I’ve always adored Helen Hunt and William H. Macy, and the fact that it’s based on an amazing true story, well, we just had to give it a go.

And I’m glad we did.

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This is a very emotional film, but not so heavy that you spend it perpetually depressed and hating life. This is he story of Mark O’Brien, a 38-year old poet, trapped in an iron lung after a bout of childhood polio left him paralyzed. He became an advocate for the disabled and this film is based on an essay of his about seeing a sex surrogate to further his journey into manhood.

That’s where Helen Hunt comes in. She plays Cheryl Cohen-Greene, by all appearances a normal suburban mom, complete with hubby and kid, who also provides services as a sex surrogate (or sex therapist). Through their interactions, Mark discovers what physical intimacy and sensuality can be, loses his virginity, and changes his own life and those of the women around him.

William H. Macy is utterly brilliant as Father Brendan, a catholic priest who encourages Mark to explore the more sensual side of life while providing the religious council that Mark, a devout catholic, needs to work through his desires.

We loved this movie. It’s such a touching and personal look at how, despite everything, we as humans, crave that intimacy and connection with each other, no matter our circumstances. It doesn’t shy away from the stark reality of their sessions together, eschewing soft focus and gentle lighting, for frank and honest portrayal. Just beautiful all the way around.

“Let me touch you with my words
For my hands lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your back and tickle your belly
For my hands, light and free-flying as bricks
Ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires.
Let my words enter your mind, bearing torches
Admit them willingly into your being
So they may caress you gently within.”

~Mark O’Brien

And then…

I was prepared to hate this movie.

The trailers pulled a giggle and a grimace out of me, and these aren’t generally my favorite kind of flicks to watch.

I seriously laughed my ass off.

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One: The ensemble cast is just perfectly picked. Every character has a very clear impact on the others, their own hilarious “voice” in the movie, and the performances were all excellent. (Although, I wasn’t a fan of Lilly. At all. She just creeped me out, which I’m pretty sure was the point.)

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Two: The plot, while predictable and pretty straightforward, actually had a few twists in there enough to make it interesting.

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Three: The singing talent of these performers is NOT to be dismissed. Anna Kendrick, in particular, has an amaaaazing voice. I mean, yeah, I could listen to her sing all day long. And, um, Brittany Snow. As a redhead.

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Four: Rebel Wilson. Props. Mad. Mad. Props. She had me giggling like crazy.

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Was it an intellectual film? Not particularly. But it wasn’t quite as bad as some of the more vapid ensemble “insert group activity that involves competition” movies out there. It was a nice bit of brain fluff after the more … thought provoking movies we were consuming.

 

Beyond that? There really wasn’t much else, to be honest.

Gaming-wise, I pulled out Duke Nukem Forever and amused myself for a few hours being crass and macho and irreverent and blowing-shit-up-ish. I have to say, I understand the comparisons between DNF and Deadpool a bit better now. I still prefer the latter, but hey, titties and guns!

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*As an added bonus, while perusing for gifs, I came across this cosplayer.

So that’s where I’m going to leave it this week. Keep an eye out for more info about the book tour, INCLUDING a couple of live interviews on ye olde online radio shows. Details forthcoming. See you Monday!

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