1. I am glad that American apparel looks like it’s going bankrupt. I would like to think that at least a small part of their sales drop was due to people stopped buying their crap cuz it was 1-waaaay too expensive for the quality and 2-almost anyone who is not themselves a really fucking creepy person fucking hates Dov charny. JESUS. Can he and fucking Terry Richardson (why, why do magazines hire him to shoot everyone now? Does he work really cheap? His one fucking schtick has gotten So. Fucking. Old. And it was never even good!) just go off in a deserted cabin somewhere and jerk off to 70s porn together and sexually harass each other or do whatever the hell to pass the time until the inevitable slasher villan comes to call? I used to sometimes get wholesale AA stuff at Friedmans, but I haven’t even done that in awhile. The only AA stuff I ever get is if some band uses the brand for their t-shirts or something. Except for the 2 for $5 shirts I bought the other day at Filene’s. Hell, if savings as they crumble keep getting passed on to me, I might start wearing the stuff again! I like 2 for $5 tank tops! 2 for $5 tank tops are my jam!
3. Fantastic Mr. Fox was neither fantastic nor foxy. I appreciated the stop motion animation, the art direction, some of the cinematography, and some of the voice acting (the thing would have been unwatchable without George Clooney and Meryl Streep) but I’m tired of Wes Anderson’s cereal box daddy issues and lack of soul. He has an eye, his movies always look great, and after the trilogy of flat-out awful movies I’d seen previously, I was extra appreciative. (The trilogy of dreck was Prime, The Women, and Feeling Minnesota, I can explain how these seemingly random atrocities made their way into my DVD player! Maybe that should be its own post.) Maybe Wes Anderson should get into home decorating instead of film making.
Fantastic Mr. Fox did not pass the Bechdel test. Apparently 95% of whimsical woodland creatures are male, and the female 5% exist solely in relationship to the males. Oh I’m sorry, the Meryl Streep fox painted. That’s character development, right? I’ll suck up this casual structural sexism when I’m watching Olde Tyme movies, but have little tolerance for wankers churning it out today.