Damn, Hugh Jackman. So, tonight, I got an extra helping of man-meat and went to go see Australia with Blake. I was just telling my mother the other day, I've never seen a movie in a theater that I didn't like, because I know myself as a critic and viewer and I know how to read into previews and tell if it's something that I want to see. Everyone that knows me, knows that I am a Movie (or Film) elitist, I'm not that way on purpose, I'm physically unable to sit through crappy movies. After about 30 minutes, I thought that Australia might be my first mistake.

The opening developing parts were very campy and broad, the cinematography was jumpy and Nicole Kidman's character was too over-the-top girly and the scenery was sooo studio and fake. It just really looked like it was turning into an awful mix of African Queen, some western musical and God knows what else. I looked over at an exasperated Blake and told him: "let's give it an hour, Oprah said it's a good movie," and he said ok. Why does Oprah have that control over people? Anyways...

I'm glad I did. The movie turned out very well, everything got better. The acting, the mise-en-scene, the storyline atmosphere, everything. I cried for the first time in years in a movie. I think this a strong Oscar contender:

Best Director
Best Movie
Best Cinematography
Best Leading Actress
Best Supporting Actor (for Nullah)

Those are my bets for this film's nominations. I would like to look more in Baz Luhrmann's credits, I didn't know of him before this film.

Also, I'm glad that this film showed some form of Aboriginal Reparations. It didn't white-wash the topic of treatment toward mixed breed children nor did it try to cancel it out the history or gloss it over. For that I applaud the Director. We are truly in a new age.

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In new relationships, I'm very wary of my man's platonic girl friends. Partly, because I know that every guy i have as a friend became my friends because we didn't work out romantically, with that said, i just don't like the idea of them being around. Since, they were around before me, I don't try to end the friendship but I do assert myself in making my position clear. This movie showed 2 platonic friends who've never slept with each other and never got the idea, until they were dirt poor, and even then they wanted to make sure they weren't going to ruin their friendship. Now, I've been blessed by never been in that position to be that broke, but i have
slept with a friend before and it not get wierd.

My particular friend was just such a sweet guy, he was always there for me whenever i needed (i returned the same favor) and he is very ambitious. I don't know why i'm speaking of him in past tense, we're still friends, lol. Anyway, the night I spent the night with him was a beautiful loving night, he made love to me like a husband on a honeymoon or anniversary. We held hands and it was very tender, the next morning, i got in my car and I was gone and we were back to our regular friendship, never to overstep that boundary again.

Zack and Miri

Filmically, it was ok. In the eyes of movie watcher, it was great! Hilarious and sweet. It was nice to see Kevin Smith back into his realm as a director, I thought I had lost him with Jersey Girl. If there was ever a story built around a porno, it could never beat this one. It handled the subject matter beautifully (if that's possible, haha). The characters were understandable and wasn't over reaching. I will say the ending was awful and openended. I always stick around to see the credits, but i did notice everyone else sticking around because, like me, they too thought there was going to be more. But, as a writer, I know how it can be difficult to end things, even when it seems to write itself.

The cast was just great and they all had their own niche in the film. Jason Mewes (Jay from Jay and Silent Bob) was back and looking kinda hot as an older man. Craig Robinson is growing on me, I believe I will have a crush soon. Funny guys kill me! Seth Rogan fits in the bucket too. He's so funny and reminds me of guys i went to high school with. I don't check for women too much and i don't know what she's been in before, but Elizabeth Banks is cute without being too beautiful or too plain.

The porn scenes were exactly like my parent's porn that I used to sneak and watch. If you're seasoned porn watcher (i'm not but i've seen my share) then you'll laugh to yourself at the little porn-isms included throughout the pic (even the font it's written in, hilarious!).

If you like these kind of movies, you should check it out. For it's genre, I'd give it a "B"

Labels: Cam Goes to The Movies, interesting people, love, my favorite things

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."

Labels: female sexuality, interesting people, self image

So, I was searching for part-time jobs on craigslist and it dawned on me that I will be alone for the holidays. This time last year I was unhappily married and the year before that I woke up in my husband's arms on Christmas Day after a night long partying in Jamaica. I had spent the last 3 Christmas' with him in May Pen, Clarendon, Jamaica. Now, roughly a year later, we've seperated, I've moved on and yet my bed is still empty. I don't want my ex anymore, I'm happy with him being just an experience and a lesson, but I do wish to have someone. The winter will get cold and I will wake up alone.

I was talking to a good guy friend at work and he tells me I'm better off. He told me to just "catch and release" for a while till i find out what I want and what I have to offer to a relationship. I've caught a few this past year and one has yet to be fully released, but the sentiment is the same; I don't want to have a revolving door on my heart, my body or my future.

Christmas will be interesting as I will not get any gifts nor will I buy gifts (except for my little bro). But I won't argue with anyone or beg them to come to dinner with my family after we've screamed at each other to death either. I just pray that I have the strength to not cry and show my vulnerability this season. How will I mask my sadness when I see my sister's christmas gift from her boyfriend or whatever gift my dad got my mother. It's not just about gifts, it's that someone cares enough to make you feel special on that one day of the year that people show true love and concern. And there's no jump-off that would be so gracious as to exhibit any of those sentiments, I guess this is a true test to my independence. Hopefully, I won't be completely sour and cold whenever I do meet someone worthy of my affections.

Here is Jill Scott singing "My Petition."

Labels: love, thoughts

I'm speechless and overjoyed.

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From time to time, I will go digging through stacks of paper and my old poetry will pop out. I figured I'd just put them on here. I've been writing poetry since I was about 8, I think, well, that's when I won my first contest. I have the hardest time getting my stuff published. My work is kind of sexual, maybe that's why? I think they're pretty good, I'm confident in my potential, and my writing profs always loved my work, so i know i'm not being self serving. The only thing about writing is the words always tend to expose your true emotions. From my old stuff, I get an empty feeling of loneliness and disgust. I found this particular poem stuffed in one of my textbooks from SCAD. I'm not even sure which man it was about, but sadly, it can apply to most of the men in my life. i haven't edited any of it, I will leave it like a time capsule. So I present my poem, for the joy of man, circa 2003-ish.

"you're cute," he says
only after knowing her,
after he's made breast and breath, his own
and left her thoughts windswept
like her bed
she had tears she wished to give,
heavy loads in need of distribution
but she saw how the sweat rolling down her back
bared a sweeter taste than her anguish,
her misgivings
her coming shorts,
(all of which she'd give easily)
and yet, she has yet to know a man,
one who could open his mind wider than her knees
one who whose heart was bigger
than the passion marks left on her thighs
or one whose vain concern for self
could melt faster than her consternation
after the flashing of his smile.

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