My colleague Eugene had the wonderful pleasure of being at the premiere of Milk last night, and I’m enviously linking to his piece (which provides links to other press on the film, which Im too lazy to re-include here).
I’m anxiously awaiting my viewing of the film on Monday, and have so far avoided too much hearsay… I’ll also be avoiding any blogging until the weekend, when I start a 12 day stint in Los Angeles (my first time ever in that city) covering AFI. Between Hallowe’en, seeing Milk, traveling to LA (without a car, I might add), and of course the election.. I’m sure they’ll be much to talk about when I’m back.
I hate you.
Mostly because of this, where you decided to ruin my I’m-heading-to-California-on-Saturday-just-in-time-to-miss-this-shit fun by giving basically the entire Eastern part of Canada a gigantor snowstorm watch.
But also because you’re so fucking windy, making my hair look like a untamed version of Vanilla Ice’s on the poster for Cool as Ice as I tried to run errands all over. Errands involving a long line at the Canadian postal service, where in the end I was NOT given a box of my own clothes I sent to myself from New York because my name was misspelled by Canadian postal service workers in the process, and going to a bank to try my best to be a bitch when some crazy 30 business day hold was put on my paycheque without telling me when I deposited it.
Neither of which was helped by the hair, which made my pleas for both my name and my money seem all the more crazy person.
Last night I had the pleasure of - for the very first time - actually watching Mad Men on television as it aired, as opposed to my 12 week routine of Monday afternoon downloading. I’ve been in a bit of a funk ever since, as I’ve realized that Mad Men had been fulfilling my television needs so much that I pretty much stopped watching anything else (except Gossip Girl, but you can’t only eat dessert).
I’m sure I’ll find something, but if that something comes close to the awe-inspiring writing, directing, acting (January Jones for the SAG, Golden Globe and Emmy, s.v.p.), set design, costume design, music, and cinematography displayed these past 13 episodes, and especially these last 3, I would be very surprised. The amount of quotable lines from the finale alone is an incredible testament to Weiner and co’s writing capabilities (my favourite: Peggy’s speech to Pete in the second last scene.. “There’s this other part living outside of you… and you keep thinking, maybe you’ll get it back.”)
Every week I’ve intended to write thoughts on the aired episode, but every week Cynthia Littleton trumps me her fantastic Monday recaps for Variety, leaving nothing I wanted to say left unsaid, and bringing many things I wouldn’t have even thought to say. And at the risk of ruining the fun for the many I know who haven’t seen the last episode, I’ll leave it at that (and suggest you check out Cynthia’s blog when you’re ready for it).
Next summer is too far away…
Says The Local:
Supporters of the Stockholm-based AIK ice hockey team scored an unusual hat trick of heckling on Tuesday night featuring dildos, profane banners, and a giant inflatable penis.
Ahead of Tuesday’s match against Leksand, the website for AIK’s unofficial supporter group had instructed fans to bring dildos to the match to remind Huokko of the sex scandal which plagued him earlier in the year, according to the Expressen newspaper.
As one of Leksand’s top-scoring defencemen and a former member of Sweden’s national team, Huokko is known for putting the biscuit in the basket.
But back in June, Huokko’s reputation for “scoring” took on a different twist when a sexually-charged video clip featuring the 34-year-old blueliner and his girlfriend ended up on the internet.
Huokko had recorded the clip on his mobile phone, and wasn’t surprised to find it spreading like wildfire on the internet after the phone was stolen.
“It was a private thing between me and my girl,” he said at the time.
“That’s what people do when it comes to sex.”
Before Tuesday’s match even started, AIK fans had already littered the ice with dozens of dildos, causing a slight delay as crews worked to clear the sex toys from the playing surface.
AIK fans also unfurled a banner reading “Bend over bitch!”, which was accompanied by a giant inflatable penis.
Vulgar chants directed at Huokko continued throughout the match, which Leksand ended up losing 3-2.
AIK club management was aware of their fans’ plans for knocking Huokko off his game, but elected not to intervene.
“We’d also heard mention of it, but we decided that it would only be worse if we went out and told the fans they were absolutely not allowed to throw dildos on the ice,” said AIK club head Mats Hedenstroem to the newspaper.
Lars G. Karlsson, an official from Sweden’s ice hockey association, called the sex-toy storm “a non-issue”.
“It didn’t affect play at all. People barely noticed it,” he said.
And despite the AIK supporters’ best efforts, Huokko took the mocking in stride.
“For me it was just a regular hockey game. It was no problem,” he said following the match.
“I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”
Thanks for making my Monday, Sweden!
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