Children of Men

Last week I caught "Children of Men" with Julianne Moore, Clive Owen and Michael Caine.

It's kind of a cross between Schindler's List and Total Recall. Except Children of Men had WAY more extras than Schindler's List and no one wants to go to Mars like in Total Recall...they just want to go home.

C.O.M. takes place in 2027 where humans can no longer procreate (Wait, so no more Republican's? SHUT UP! I KNOW!) and a former activist (Clive Owen) agrees to help out the rebellion (more or less headed by Julianne Moore) by transporting something/someone that could change the world (or lack thereof) as they know it.

Michael Caine is slightly genius, Clive Owen is fine and Julianne Moore is beautiful as usual but "A" she's giving you stunt casting DOWN and "B" how she was the only one without an accent (and there were more accents in this movie than Julia Roberts had in Mary Reilly) I'll never understand.

The movie is good-ISH. I'm glad I saw it, but it's no V for Vendetta (which is what people are sort of comparing it to) V for Vendetta had me leaving the theater ready to take on the world by taking a stand in what I believe in. C.O.M. just had me leaving the theater ready to get in my car. I mean come on, the movie was only 108 minutes, but felt like 3008 minutes. It's slow most of the time while being action packed at a few points and there is one specific scene/scenes that was freakin' riveting. You could feel the entire audience watch in silence as their tears (mine included) hit the floor. If the entire film was like this particular scene, it would be the new Dancer in the Dark.

But it's not. It's more the new Passion of the Communists.

Dreamgirls, The Movie

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The Fountain

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Stranger Than Fiction

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Marie Antoinette

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Employee of the Month

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The Last Kiss

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Material Girls

I'm pretty sure I've told you about my friend Dwayne who I love to go/get dragged to the movies with. We have this knack of seeing EVERY awful movie EVER seen. The worst part is, is that I'm the first one to walk out of something in real life but Dwayne wants to see what happens because: "it couldn't get any worse, right?"...

Now I'll admit it's a positive outlook for today's movie industry, but I'm pretty sure we all know by now that it's never true. (and I blame Striptease for that!) THUS when I had to review Material Girls alone, I was super excited because if I wanted to walk out: I could.

However, when I gathered my Junior Mints and Cherry Coke to leave the movie theater after hearing the opening credits with Hailey Duff's version of Material Girl, I remembered I was there for work (SABOTAGE!) and couldn't walk out NO MATTER HOW BAD IT GOT!!!!

And "Bad it got" it did!

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Little Miss Sunshine

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FYI: I went to see "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" (SHUT UP! I KNOW!) while I was in Rhode Island (Don't ask me why) and well, all I can say is that Will Ferrell is SO the new Chris Farley...

...but alive...

The Devil Wears Prada

Oh, the magic that IS Meryl Streep.

Even in the (not "a" but "the") Provincetown movie theater...which seats 45 people..., Ms. Streep had done it again. The subtle eyes, the placement of a hand, that extra moment she decides to give to or take from you... her brilliance shines once again in The Devil Wears Prada.

Well, not even shines...explodes.

The movie from beginning to end had the audience (myself included) cheering, clapping and screaming... it was pretty brilliant. The story, as if you didn't know already, is (according to IMDB): a naive young woman (Anne Hathaway) comes to New York and scores a job as the assistant to one of the city's biggest magazine editors, the ruthless and cynical Miranda Priestly (Streep). But it's SO much more than that. It's about relationship struggles, reaching for your goals, fighting to keep your sense of self and knowing sometimes you can't... it's EVERYTHING we've all been through or will go through at one point in our lives. (but of course dressed in D&G, Lagerfield and Chanel as opposed to the Banana Republic, Filene's Basement and Burdines we're use to.)

(OH! Remind me to tell you about the time I was a Personal Assistant to a Beverly Hills Socialite for almost two years. She was married to one of the richest men in Los Angeles... WORSE than Miranda Priestly... and honey, have I got stories!)

Anyway, where was I?

This film has everything: Love, passion, hate, greed, envy, hope, charisma, loss, power and most important of all: a makeover. Who knew getting bangs would put your life on the right track?

Bangs and the right shoes of course.



The comedy is there, like Richard Simmons in sequins but without the perm: Big, Flashy and in your face, while the heart and message is what sneaks up on you like a case of Herpes. You know what I mean? It's like you feel something happening, but you don't see anything and then all at once you're crying because it was there all along. SHUT UP! I KNOW! I cried twice! (Not because of the herpes people, because of movie...)


Now for the screening I went to, a couple of things happened.

1. The Devil Wore Khaki Shorts and Birkenstocks. The most evil lesbian EVER slipped on the way to her seat (not dropping any of her popcorn mind you) and then turned around, went to get the theater manager and came back pointing and yelling about how her attorney was going to sue them because blah, blah, blah....

"Yikes" was all the poor little theater manager girl could get out. It was very thematic. (As I think back, I wonder if it was actually one of those pre-shows like they have at The El Capitan... hmmm...)

2. The film stopped during Meryl Streep's first monologue letting Miss Hathaway HAVE IT! Picture it: Provincetown, 2006: The audience was leaning forward getting wrecked listening to Miranda Priestly tell this newbie all about how just because the newbie thinks that the simple blue cable knit sweater she's wearing to show everyone that fashion has nothing to do with her is actually the point that fashion makes. You know, that fashion makes whatever point you want it to, even trying to exclude yourself from it by dressing a certain way shows that you ARE included in it because you've already used it for what it's supposed to do and-

***POW**** the screen goes black, the lights come up and the theater manager (yep, same one) pops out of some Wizard of Oz "Who rang that bell?" portal and says it'll be about 5 minutes. SHUT UP! I KNOW! x2. (The Devil Wore Khaki Shorts and Birkenstocks went INSANE!) Then of course the movie doesn't start back at the top of the monologue or even where it stopped, but cuts half way into the next scene.

Ugh. I (heart) Provincetown.


Anyway, GO SEE THIS MOVIE, then come back and answer me these questions:

1. How can you choose: Career or love? Isn't one a means to the other?

2. Why do people always say people don't change? People ALWAYS change...don't they?

3. What does it take for you to give up?

4. Sometimes we make choices or do things because "we had/have to". That isn't our fault, is it?

5. Can someone actually wear a boatneck sweater over a button up top, or is Patricia Field really just a God?

Eyes of Laura Mars

Eyes of Laura Mars is the subject of today's review.

Ahhh, Faye Dunaway. Now, I love me some crazy. You MUST know that by now.


I was watching the extras of Supergirl (Yes, they have an entire making of special on the new Supergirl DVD! Umm, when are they gonna release The Legend of Billie Jean, damn it?) with my niece and nephews awhile ago and that was when I realized that, THAT film must have been the turning point of when Faye had begun to go insane. See, she does this whole crazy bag lady acting intro thing (think 'Downtown' from Little Shop Of Horrors' mixed with 'The Finale' from Sunset Boulevard) where she's welcoming you to the set of her next big film. (Faye, it's Supergirl honey.) It's crazy. Anyway, I've always wanted to see old movies before the insanity kicked in and while I was at the video store (yes THE video store, not A video store) here in P-Town , I was browsing the Cult section and the owner, Fun Lesbian #1, said I HAD to get Eyes of Laura Mars...

Fun Lesbian #1: You HAVE to get it!

Me: Is it good?

Fun Lesbian #1: SO good.

Me: If it's good, then why is it in Cult?

Fun Lesbian #1: Listen, do you like Fashion?

Me: Duh.

Fun Lesbian #1: Do you like suspense?

Me: ummm...Yeah!

Fun Lesbian #1: Do you remember the 70's?

Me (thinking 'I know you don't think I was alive and fully functioning in the 70's!' Alas, who really was, right?): ...no...



So I rented it... on VHS. (chills) The plot goes a little something like: Faye plays a fashion photographer, named Laura Mars, that is at the height of her career when suddenly she can see through the eyes of a serial killer as he commits his crimes. Of course only when she's doing something important...like work...or drinking... She contacts the police and with the aid of a police detective, tries to stop the killer. But first, they have to figure out who it is. Dun, Dun...dun!


There is AMAZING 70's fashion (both her photo shoots AND her own wardrobe), good suspense, Tommy Lee Jones at like 20 years old, Faye Dunaway with what looks like the beginning of her lazy eye thing and a theme song by Barbra Streisand.

The only way this movie could be any gayer is if naked homos were running across the screen with glitter shooting out of their asses.

The DaVinci Code

This weekend I went on a hunt for a good movie with plot, characters, drama... maybe a little comedy thrown in... AND something that "everyone" is going to go see. So, The DaVinci Code is what made the final selection.



Decode this people: EBCDIC REID HONG VIA IS TON



If you think it says: BACONNECTED DR HOG I VII IS... you're wrong.




If you think it says: THE DAVINCI CODE IS BORING... BINGO!!!! You're today's big winner!



When did people start talking so much? What am I watching Les Miz?! Jesus this movie was long. It could have ended like 3 times. (At one point I leaned over to Warwickstein and said "He's not gonna have to walk all the way back to where he just came from is he?" 'Cause I had to go potty damn it!)

And can we talk about flashbacks? Oy. There were SO many flashbacks, that I started having hotflashes... and I'm not even going though MANopause yet...

Half the people I couldn't understand what they were saying, 3/4 of the movie I was trying to figure out just how much salt Tom Hanks has been eating in the last few years and the entire length of the film I kept thinking: who cares?

I mean seriously people: WHO THE FUCK CARES!?!?!? AND WHY ISN'T ANYONE SAYING 'BEWARE OF THE DWARF ALBINO!?!?'

Blah, Blah, Blog she's French. Blah, Blah, Blog, he's a cripple. Blah, Blah, Blog he's a ghost, no an angel no a ghost.

One thing I will say, is that I heard a review about the film that said there was NO action, good plot twists, etc. and I totally disagree. There WERE plot twists! There WAS great action, but between those exciting events it was a lecture on history, church and a poor girl's fucked up childhood.

Ugh, drain, snore.

An American Haunting

Last night I went and saw An American Haunting and I have to tell you: It's Hauntingly awful.


Like for reals ya'all.



"A" Dear Sissy Spacek,

Don't.

Just stop.

I forgave you for "Blast from The Past" and I also forgave you for "The Ring 2". I'm sure some people don't know that you were the voice of Anne Uumellmahaye in "The Man With Two Brains", but I do. You kicked ass in 'Carrie' and you kicked ass in 'Night Mother'. You've been nominated 6 times for an Oscar and won 1. What are YOU doing in this trash chute of a movie? Donald Sutherland, I understand. He's awful in everything! (We get it Donald: you're an "Actor". Please bring it down a little, mmm-kay?) But YOU Sissy? Bad. BAAAADDDD SISSY!

"B" Since when does loud=scary? (They must have went to the Dakota Fanning school of film making. SCREAMING IS NOT ACTING DAKOTA!!!)

"C" This movie is bad. Not bad/good like Basic Instinct 2 but bad BAD. Like, when people were laughing it was because it was SO bad and SO long and SO ridiculous, we as the audience couldn't take it anymore. At one point the girl gets pulled by her hair by "the ghost" and ends up looking like Kathy Najimy in Hocus Pocus. Showing here:



My other favorite part is when "the ghost" is panning and tilting flying around the room and the slave maid gives this look into camera like: "Molly, you in danger girl." It was so dead on, I said it out loud and got a laugh. SHUT UP! I KNOW!


"D" My suggestion: If you want to see a scary movie, go see Scary Movie. You'll probably laugh cause you're suppose to.

"E" James D'Arcy is hot. (Even in a terrible period piece.)

Basic Instinct 2

My Basic Instinct was I HAD to go see this movie.

Last night was my friend Greg's Birthday 'drinks and a movie' night, so we went over to Farmers Market and grabbed a beer, then walked over to The Grove to catch the 8pm showing of: Basic Instinct 2.

Dun, Dun, Dunnnnn.



We walked into the theater expecting it to be empty, but there were probably 30 or so people there. Almost totally gay, minus the Asian couple behind us and the girl that was in our party. (Who knew we were a target audience?)


Short review:
It's Laugh Out Loud Awful. LIKE, REALLY awful. Like, worse than you could think.

Longer Review:
It's Laugh Out Loud Awful. LIKE, REALLY awful. Like, worse than you could think. (Like, two people from our group walked out because it was so bad.)

From the opening Fade In till the final Fade Out: I laughed, I covered my eyes, I covered my ears and I tried to go to sleep. I tried to figure out in WHAT order this thing was shot, I tried to figure out WHY it was shot. (Turns out Ms. Stone got paid $14 million against 15 percent of gross receipts, estimated at $93.3 million and FYI: in case you didn't hear, the film opened at #10 and brought in only $3,201,420 at the Box Office and this week it was #16 behind The Shaggy Dog and Larry The Cable Guy. Ouch.) All that and they also managed to work in a pantsuit for La Stone.

Now let's talk wig hair:

Who was the hair stylist on this job, Ray Charles? Maybe THIS is what killed him! Could NO ONE tell her hair was falling off her head for half the movie? It changed colors, it changed shapes, it changed textures,
it had bangs, it had layers...it had layered bangs
... what it didn't have was Bobby Pins.

...and there's the wardrobe:

What is that a trash bag? A Sleeping Bag? A Body Bag?


Things I never thought I would hear in a movie:
Catherine Tramell: Even Oedipus didn't see his mother coming.

Roy Washburn: What were you doing at 100 miles per hour?
Catherine Tramell: He was making me cum. And it was 110, we must've hit a pothole.
Roy Washburn: Kevin Franks died, you don't seem very worried.
Catherine Tramell: I am worried, worried that I'll never cum again.

Catherine Tramell: Some people like blondes, others like murderers.


Things I never thought I would say during a movie:
"If this is going to turn into another lesbian scene I am SO out of here."
"I love the movie Charlotte Rampling's acting in."
"Can you really jack off a dead guy?" (SHUT UP! I KNOW!)




HERE'S the Uncensored Promo reel containing the lesbian scene (I KNEW IT!), the 3-Way (I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING) and other scenes that were cut because they actually moved the plot forward.

Volver

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V For Vendetta

Loved it.


Like, I REALLY loved it.



Like, I walked out of the theater and said to my friends: "I'm a little amazed about how much I loved it."


I don't know if everyone/anyone has seen it yet, so I don't want to say too much because I went in to it not thinking ANYTHING about it. I didn't really know what it was about. (It kinda looked like a horror or thriller film, and I gotta tell you: any film that seems like it's going to torture Natalie Portman after all the years of her torturing us, I'm totally up for.)

There is suspense, love, action, comedy, style and mystery. Everything you could ask for in a movie. If you've already seen the film you should check out the site link above. It's got GREAT content. (If you haven't seen the film and don't like spoilers, then I would wait or be VERY careful of what links you click on.)

There WERE two parts where I was just about to loose interest (I get it: you're laying plot. Please continue.) But just when I was about to be completely over it, something happened and I was back in.

In other words: GO SEE THIS FILM!


A couple of my favorite lines from the movie came from V:
'A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.'

'People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.'

SHUT UP! I KNOW! Viva La Vie Boheme!
(Different movie, but I think you get the point...)

Failure to Laugh Launch.

The latest S.J.P. mess-terpiece.

Now, I would like to start with a special thanks to her manager/hair stylist/best homo helper/friend for FINALLY giving Miss Thang some new hair. MAKE CARRIE BRADSHAW GO AWAY!!!! We have every episode on DVD and/or burned into our memory. We got it. She's got great hair. Now, let's cut it off. Let's dye it dark brown (yes, it's not just for the commercials honey), MY GOD, EVEN PERM THE BITCH! I just don't care. I can't take it wavy or blown out straight one more time!!!


...I'm sorry, where was I?... Oh..she had new hair... Thank you.



In this film, Matthew McConaughey was pulling a Ryan Reynolds from Amityville Horror with the amount of shirtless shots he had. (I think that's the new Movie Red Flag. ***If the stars have their clothes off too many times (for no apparent reason), it means they are trying to distract you from what is being said or happening on screen! REMEMBER THAT!)


Zooey what's-her-name is funny. I will say that. We laughed at almost EVERYTHING she did. Afterward S. Dwayne reminded me that she was in The Good Girl with Jennifer Aniston... WE DIED LAUGHING during THIS scene where Zooey's character works at a cosmetics counter in a crappy store with a hysterically crappy attitude:

Old Woman: I look too white, don't you think?
Zooey: Not at all. I'm just trying to match your face with your hair. I was thinking you're not white enough.
Old Woman: I think I look kind of weird.
Zooey: The first rule of fashion is you have to look weird. What I'm doing has come straight here from France.
Old Woman: Oh?
Zooey: It's called Cirque du Face, meaning "Circus of the Face", and it's all the rage with the Frenchies, ma'am.








OH and Justin Bartha TOTALLY rocked too!







A lot of 'Launch' fell flat (I mean, how do you make Kathy Bates appear untalented?), Sarah Jessica squeaks...A LOT, and EVERYONE has great teeth. I guess the short review is this:

If you want to see an almost romantic comedy that tries to be 'Something About Mary' at times with its bad, bad, BAD gags that bring silence to an almost full theater, but can't get off the ground because the best players are the supporting cast that has to repeat the same old "You're running from love, Man!" dialogue. Then this film is for you. If you hate that shit, take a number and wait for something better... like her next film:

Spinning into Butter

A hate crime on the campus of a New England college puts the school's dean (Parker) in a position where she has to examine her own feelings about race and prejudice, while maintaining her administration's politically correct policies.

SHUT UP! I KNOW! BaRf, PuKe, BELCH!!!!


If you DO have 97 minutes to kill and you have nothing to do, I urge you to catch this film if only for Zooey Whoseywhatsit's performance and the amazingly awful/ridiculously hysterical (because they are SO obvious) reshoots they edit into the wrap up scene where Sarah Jessica Parker goes from this:



TO THIS:


AND BACK TO THIS:


...like no one's gonna notice...

The 2006 Oscars

Let's start with the red carpet of the 78th Academy Awards, shall we?


LOVE the color, hate the drapery. I would LOVE to see the rest of the room she pulled this Gone With The Wind number from. And what's with the Asian tranny/pulled back mannequin meets poor girl prom hair thing that's going on? AND WHERE ARE HER TITS? AND IS SHE PREGNANT? ALSO I haven't seen the press release, but is her husband dying too? Yowzers!


I'm not even going to aBROACH the problem with this picture.

(See what I did there? Thank you...thank you VERY much...)

Oh NO she didn't! You're fucking kidding me right?! What's bigger: her hair, that bow or her gaul? Didn't I drive through the bottom of her dress last week when I got my car washed?

When she won I thought to myself: 'this marriage is about as over as a bustle on the red carpet.'

"No seriously we JUST woke up, threw this on and came here...SERIOUSLY! I SWEAR!!!" AND WHAT YOU CAN'T SEE PEOPLE, IS THAT SHE'S WEARING WHITE SHOES!!!
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Now the show:

I didn't HATE Jon Stewart persay, I just wished Ellen had hosted. I didn't think he was bad, but I didn't really think he was that funny either... Ebert & Roeper LOVED him so I'm gonna have to hate him. Sorry Jon. I like you better in half hour increments...but I will say this: you said two things that really got me. The first was when It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp won and you came out and said "Now THAT'S how people should act when they win an Oscar!" Right!? I totally agree with you.


I liked that George Clooney had a short, sweet and honest speech. Nicely done. I hated that Phillip Seymour Hoffman was a big disheveled pig who couldn't brush (let alone cut) his hair for something as important as the Oscars. AND UNCROSS YOUR ARMS YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOB! Ugh!






Okay what else? The Wallace & Gromit guys: there is only one thing I hate more then Horizontal stripes and it's horizontal stripes when used for schtick. (However if it's the big cute French guy carrying a penguin, I'm all for schtick! J'TAIME Luc Jacquet!!!)

Oh how I miss Febreeze Fabrice...












Now I fell IN LOVE with Miss Jenny Garner after '13 Going On 30' and her almost slip and recover was just another example of how charming, real and becoming this young lady is. Way to Go Jen!


















My favorite moment of the night. Two hysterical, fabulous professionals who KNOW how to captivate/entertain/work material/steal the show.















In my opinion Uma Thurman stole the night as THE most beautiful woman of the evening. That dress, that hair, the make-up, her poise, the walk. She was amazing. Thank you Uma for showing us how a true woman acts.














and then there's THESE two! WTF?! This is the second thing that Jon Stewart said that KILLED me: "Next year, I'm wearing Overalls!" SHUT UP! I KNOW! I am SO sure!!!

...at least he wasn't wearing a bolo tie, right?

When A Remake Stranger Calls

Rules when baby/housesitting:

1. If a caller breaths and doesn't ask what you're wearing, hang up. It is NOT going to turn out well.

2. Don't keep answering the phone, you stupid bitch.

3. *69 wont save you. It's all about *77 Anonymous Call Rejection!!!

4. If the ethnic maid was there one minute and is gone the next, that means she's dead. "A" Maids ALWAYS say goodbye. It's how they let you know that they know that you live like a pig. "B" They're Ethnic. Ethnics ALWAYS die first.

5. The only way you will know she is a real maid is if her name is Rosa. (Rosa? What are the writers fucking kidding me? I know SO many Hispanic people and I don't know one named Rosa! Why the stereotypical name? It's like they think Hispanic people have like 2 names! The girls: Rosa and Maria. The Guys: Carlos and Manuel. Now I'm not one to drop names (but I'm always one to point out when someone else does) but I was at an event at Jennifer Love-Hewitt's Mom's house last night (SHUT UP! I KNOW!) and her Hispanics were named Sandra and Israel. Get it together Hollywood! (Sorry... weird pet peeve I had to voice.)

6. Blondes are always bitches in horror films and die. Only the brunettes survive. If your blonde friend breaks into your housesitting gig and then suddenly disappears, she's dead. She's not playing a trick on you and you saying "This isn't funny" down a dark hallway in a big empty house won't save you. Don't be stupid. You're brunette: YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!!!

7. Let's not leave the house when you see shadows outside, mmm-kay?


Now, that being said, I didn't hate it THAT much. Since Anne Hathaway can now officially act, Camilla Belle is the new OLD Anne Hathaway.

I screamed at a couple of parts. ALL the classics were there. When he said: "Have you checked the children?" you could feel the wave of terror through the audience. It was SO cool!

Were the endings the same though? I can't remember! Did the girl escape at the end or did she die? And I don't think I knew that that was Carole Kane. Has the bitch been around forever or what?

That reminds me: She was funny in Scrooged.

Last Holiday

Every now and then I'll be dragged to a movie that I have no interest in seeing and most of the time I'm right about why I didn't want to see it. (after all I am a Capricorn.) However, every once in a while I will be pleasantly surprised and thus thankful that I was dragged taken.

Case in point: Last Holiday


The short and sweet synopsis of this fab film:

Georgia Byrd (Queen Latifah) lives a small life tucked inside big dreams. By accident she learns her days are numbered thus she throws caution to the wind and embarks on a dream holiday to do everything she ever thought was possible.


"A" That Queen Latifah is one charming bitch. DAMN charming. How charming you may be asking? Charming enough to make you laugh one minute and cry the next, all the while feeling inspired to change your life. (and for an hour and 52 minutes, that's pretty damn charming if you ask me.)

"B" Timothy Hutton plays the biggest cock sucker ever! Right up there with Rebecca De Mornay in the Hand that Rocks The Cradle... or Kyle MacLachlan in Showgirls... (but not as bad as Bette Davis in What Ever Happened To Baby Jane. Okay?!)

"C" When did LL Cool J get so cute and approachable?

"D" Gérard Depardieu is the new Arnold Schwarzenegger. SHUT UP! I KNOW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY SAYING!?!?!?


Go see this. Love this. Quit your job, get your hair done and then do an at home clothes montage set to music. (Preferably Evita's 'Rainbow High'.)

You will not regret it.