Reality Bites (1994)

Okay, people. I have been known to pontificate that the best movie from the period of 1990-1995 is Pulp Fiction. I still believe this, but another pre-Titanic 90s movie that I love is Reality Bites. Not by any means is this movie a quali-T movie, but it is awesome and important to me, okay? I often like to pretend that my hay-day was in the early to mid-nineties, but really I was just in first grade then. Reality Bites is incredibly 90s-tastic. What other 1994 movie features floral dresses, a Violent Femmes cover, and Diet Cokes? Basically, Reality Bites is the movie version of My So-Called Life: The Post-College Years.

This movie is the perfect Ijustgraduatedfromcollegeandiamkindofaninterestingpersonwhocantfindajob movie, so I made my friends watch it in our movie/blanket room the other day. We can totally relate.

As many other young laydees, I identify with Winona Ryder. That's probably because of her other movie, but she's okay in this one too. Unfortunately, Carmel got to be Winona because she is interested in broadcasting. Sade was Janeane Garofalo, who's into vintage, Saturday Night Fever [I'm into SNF as well], works at the Gap, and is successful with the fellas. I was Ethan Hawke [even though I'm really Winona] because he works at a newsstand, steals snicker bars, and reads fancy books. Chris was Steve Zahn's character, who besides being gay, didn't really contribute anything to the movie. Sorry, Chris.

Another thing we all had in common with the characters was that we love convenience stores and how they always sell Big Gulps.

Anyway, if wish you were old enough to have seen Kurt Cobain's death on MTV news, then you should watch this movie. Ahem, it's directed by Ben Stiller!

5/5 pizzas

Wet Hot American Summer (2001)

Ok, so I know you're thinking that this is turning into a dude-bro blog, or at the very least a blog of a person who only watches movies one can find on basic cable. But I'm trying my best, people, so everybody chill. Watching Wet Hot American Summer and Wonder Boys in the same day doesn't mean that I am not about to watch some artsy fartsy Italian crap.

My main complaints are that there was too much yelling and way too much visible tongue while making out, not to mention problems with The Gaze. I know that the main motif in this movie is making out, but all that frenching and all that tongue really turns my stomach sometimes, you know? I blame Paul Rudd for all of this. After some deep soul searching and cinematic research, I've noticed that wherever Paul Rudd goes, the sloppy frenching follows. Let me expalin:

Example A.

Example B.

This is my first viewing of W.H.A.S., and because it has that dangerous nostalgia factor that it does, I did not love the movie at this point in my life. I know everyone is going to yell, because this movie is "awesome," but I just didn't love it. I decided to watch it because I've developed a crush on Michael Showalter and his crew, and if I suffered through The Ten, I most definitely was going to catch this. The cast was of course phenomenal, but that's not breaking news.

Most importantly, it was great to see Janeane Garofalo make out with David Hyde Pierce, with just the right amount of no tongue.

3/5 pizzas