An unironic, 100% mockery free list of things I enjoyed in the otherwise incredibly stupid Cowboys and Aliens (which I had to watch for my job, if you’re new).

– Daniel Craig is a great cowboy.
– Also, he looks his best when is face is all dirty and blood-spattered and sun damaged. Which is all of this movie.
– There is a really adorable dog who doesn’t die or get eaten by an alien or anything.
This guy Clancy Brown is just a delight and during his scenes, he makes you think you are watching a way better movie than you are.
– There are some nice shots of the prairies, and silhouettes of cowboys and stuff.

That’s it.



July 27, 2011

I interviewed the capslock-loving (and stupendously talented) Alice Ripley last week about the devastating Next to Normal (also, rollercoasters). If you don’t know who Alice Ripley is, you should watch this immediately:

She’s the twin on the right, with the slightly crazier eyes. She’s wonderful. She doesn’t play a twin in Next to Normal, though. So if you’re looking for conjoined twins, that is the wrong musical for you.

And I already mentioned all the sugar I ate at Cake Pop class, but here’s the story. (And another photo, for those of you who can’t get enough pictures of mini cake on a stick.)

Daily Photo: Cake Pops

July 19, 2011

Cake Pops!

I ate all the sugar yesterday. I attended a Cake Pop class at Le Dolci for a story for the National Post (it’ll be in the paper on Saturday). This was supposed to look like a mini cupcake, but it kind of looks like a two-toned marshmallow covered in stars instead. In any case, it was delicious.

Last week’s Popcorn Panel was about the pretty atrocious Larry Crowne, and this list is going to be short:

-I loved that Larry’s neighbours have a permanent yard sale going on.

That’s it.

Awhile back, after a conversation with my friend Daniel about The Mirror Has Two Faces wherein we discussed the challenges of growing up as a Jewish girl in North America with only brassy Jewish women in pop culture to look up to, I compiled a list of the Jewish women (both real and fictional) who made me feel good about being a Jewish woman, or would have if I’d known about them when I was 14.

Now that I’m finally up on Community (thanks to a 14-hour plane ride back in the spring), I can add Alison Brie’s Annie to this list. Annie is smart and sweet and hardworking and a great debater and possibly the most adorable person on television. Her Jewishness is incidental (“Just say the whole word!”), but that doesn’t matter. If she’d existed 15 years ago, she might have single-handedly undone all the damage done by Barbra, Bette, and Woody Allen movies.

I was working at CBC last week, and I parked my bike next to these creepy little guys every morning. These sculptures have always reminded me of one of the most terrifying movie scenes ever made, when the lost boys in Pinnochio are turned into donkeys. Maybe it’s intentional and it’s meant to keep children in line on their way to the baseball game (the CBC building is right across from the Skydome). Or maybe the artist has a thing about donkeys. In any case, I should be commended for bravery for facing this freaky nonsense every morning.

Toronto Fringe Festival time. A time for weird, goofy, fun, surprising, sometimes awful theatre. And lots of alcohol. And hopefully one great train wreck.

I wrote that Fringe preview, and now I can also vouch for Love Octogon (great inventive long-form improv based on the audience’s stories about love and heartbreak) and Raton Laveur (darkly funny play about a man’s raccoon problem).

Go see a play!