Sunday, 24 January 2010

Behold


...and the Lifetime Heavyweight Champion goes to:

Erin Brockovich!

Erin Brockovich is like the strongest woman I know, besides Lynette Scavo on Desperate Housewives. But since Lynette is breakable, she comes after Erin.

Erin is an uneducated single mother of three. She was dumped by her two ex-husbands and was left with two daughters and one son. Everyday she struggles to find a job that will pay the bills but because she never had any education after high school, nobody wants to hire her. On top of that, she met in an accident and got herself in seventeen thousand dollars worth of debt from hospital bills which she couldn't get from the guy who hit her (a doctor) because the court favoured the doctor. Okay they court ruled in his favour because she called the doctor and asshole for pretending that she was the one who faked the accident. Shitty isn't it?

Despite all this, Erin stands strong and holds her ground. She's not one who would cry because she was cheated. She'd stand up and fuck you up. :) In fact, the only time I saw her cry in the movie was when she missed hearing her nine month old daughter speak her first word, which was "ball". Aint that cute? The daughter I mean.

Anyway, Erin is also very smart. It's sad that she didn't go to school because if she did, she'd had been like woah. She's also very compassionate. When she investigated the PG&E case where they cheated the residents of Hinkley, she showed sympathy when the plaintiffs cried and told their stories. It showed how much difference that made when high profile lawyers took over the case and spoke to the plaintiffs too professionally and asked them to refrain from talking about emotional stuff as that wouldn't help them in court. So, they didn't talk to the lawyers. I mean come on! These people underwent surgery after surgery, chemo after chemo, had their uteruses and breasts removed because they were cheated into drinking contaminated water. Everything about it was emotional to them. Tsk tsk, lawyers suck.

But I digress...

Erin had a way with people. She was polite and good mannered when she was treated fairly. She hated being lied to and being ignored. She believed that people shouldn't judge her based on her appearance because she wore what she thought she looked nice in and as long as she had "one ass instead of two", she said she'd wear what she liked. She's a no-nonsense woman.

PLUS she was played by Julia Roberts, with utmost perfection! Mwah, mucho mucho good, it was. She definitely deserved an Oscar for that. Go Julia! :D

My favourite lines from Erin Brockovich:

Ed Masry: What makes you think you can just walk in there and take whatever you want?
Erin Brockovich: They're called boobs, Ed.

(when Erin and Ed managed to get 634 plaintiff's signatures)
Kurt Potter: Wha... how did you do this?
Erin Brockovich: Well, um, seeing as how I have no brains or legal expertise, and Ed here was losing all faith in the system, am I right?
Ed Masry: Oh, yeah, completely. No faith, no faith...
Erin Brockovich: I just went out there and performed sexual favors. Six hundred and thirty-four blow jobs in five days... I'm really quite tired.

[at the meeting with the PG & E lawyers]
Ms. Sanchez: Let's be honest here. $20 million dollars is more money then these people have ever dreamed of.
Erin Brockovich: Oh see, now that pisses me off. First of all, since the demur we have more than 400 plaintiffs and... let's be honest, we all know there are more out there. They may not be the most sophisticated people but they do know how to divide and $20 million isn't *shit* when you split it between them. Second of all, these people don't dream about being rich. They dream about being able to watch their kids swim in a pool without worrying that they'll have to have a hysterectomy at the age of *twenty*. Like Rosa Diaz, a client of ours. Or have their spine deteriorate, like Stan Blume, *another* client of ours. So before you come back here with another lame ass offer, I want you to think real hard about what your spine is worth, Mr. Walker. Or what you might expect someone to pay you for your uterus, Ms. Sanchez. Then you take out your calculator and you multiply that number by a hundred. Anything less than that is a waste of our time.
[Ms. Sanchez picks up a glass of water]
Erin Brockovich: By the way, we had that water brought in specially for you folks. Came from a well in Hinkley.
Ms. Sanchez: I think this meeting is over.
Ed Masry: Damn right it is.

Donna Jensen: You're a lawyer?
Erin Brockovich: NO, no... I hate lawyers. I only work for them.

(when she got a threatening phone call by a guy calling her Erin Pat-te Brockovich)
Erin Brockovich: Hey Scott, Tell me something. Does PG&E pay you to cover their ass, or do you just do it out of the kindness of your heart?
Scott: I don't know what you're talking about...
Erin Brockovich: The Fuck you don't! Nobody calls me Pat-te, That heavy-breathing sicko that called the other night, Could have only found out about me from you... People are dying, Scott, you've got document after document here telling you why, and you haven't said one word. I wanna know... How the hell you sleep at night!
Scott: [guilty stare]

And...my most favourtie part of the whole entire movie...

Theresa Dallavale: No offence, but we just need to go through some of the holes in your research.
Erin Brockovich: I'm sorry, Theresa is it? There are no holes in my research.
Theresa Dallavale: Erin, you don't even have some of the plaintiff's numbers.
Erin Brockovich: Whose number do you need?
Theresa Dallavale: Everybody's. This is a big case, we're gonna have to be able to contact every one of the plaintiffs.
Erin Brockovich: I said whose number do you need?
Theresa Dallavale: You don't know 634 plaintiff's numbers by heart.
(Erin looks at her, challengingly)
Theresa Dallavale: Annabelle Daniels.
Erin Brockovich: Annabelle Daniels: 714-454-9346. 10 years old, 11 in May. Lived on the plume since birth. Wanted to be a synchronized swimmer so she spent every minute she could in the PG&E pool. She had a tumor in her brain stem detected last November, an operation on Thanksgiving, shrunk it with radiation after that. Her parents are Ted & Rita. Ted's got Crohn's disease, Rita has chronic headaches, and nausea, and underwent a hysterectomy last fall. Ted grew up in Hinkley. His brother Robbie, and his wife May and their five children: Robbie Jr, Martha, Ed, Rose & Peter *also* lived on the plume. Their number is 454-9554. You want their diseases?
Theresa Dallavale: Okay, look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here...
Erin Brockovich: That's all you got, lady. Two wrong feet in fucking ugly shoes.

Saturday, 23 January 2010

8 Mile


I sat at my computer the whole afternoon watching this movie. I downloaded it a couple of weeks ago, after finding out that the late Brittany Murphy starred in it AND that it won an Oscar!

When the movie first came out, I was reluctant to watch it, simply because I thought that rapper couldn't act and it would somewhat like Mariah Carey's attempt at Glitter (which I did not watch as well). Well, I was right. He can't act. But the movie was awesome!

I am now currently addicted to the Lose Yourself. Argh, the things an Oscar winning song can do to me. I can't get rid of Carly Simon's Let The River Run out of my head as well. Hey, that song is awesome too, okay. It won like, a Grammy, an Oscar, a Golden Globe, and I forgot what else.

But nothing can explain how Melanie Griffith was nominated for Best Actress in Working Girl. The bland blonde sucked. I posted this query on Yahoo! Answers and I was told that I had to compare her acting in Working Girl to the other movies produced in that year. Boy, did 1988 dish out awful films or what? Because Melanie Griffith sucked in it!

Anyway, back to the epiphany I had after watching 8 Mile. It totally changed my perspective on rap. I still believe rap is for people who have a knack for beats, and can't sing to save their life. I still believe that rappers are made up of assholes who had a hard life and resorted to gang fights, guns, and swearing to get through high school. This would make Celine Dion sound like a high school princess with the perfect grade point average. Go figure.

But rap is interesting! You need to be able to think swiftly and quickly to get the right words. Eminem is unique in that sense. I like what he raps about. He's full of life and meaning, as opposed to crappers like Kanye West who're just full of it.