Happy 4th of July!

Happy red, white and bluest day!
This is the first holiday where I feel pretty relaxed. Not completely, but it's better than past ones.

I finished watching Arrested Development for the third time after getting my brother into it and I fell in love with Ron Howard all over again. Not really in love with him. Just artistically speaking. Or the way he helped the show really push its limits while it basked in it's minor flash on television. It reinforced my belief that GOB will absolutely be one of my favorite characters ever created. Woo! Go Franklin! "It ain't easy being black, it ain't easy being white..."

I started researching graduate programs. I think I'm going to take a year off though after I graduate from UT. I mean, 17 years of straight schooling does things to a person. My fingers are itching to dig it's hands in the fertile world that is life.

Yesterday, oh yesterday, I flipped through channels taking a break from the Twilight Zone marathon currently playing its little heart out on the Sci-Fi channel and I saw on the guide that Psycho was playing! Full of excitement I flipped to AMC and what was on... but the 1998 version of Psycho.
The one with Vince Vaughn.
I wanted to cry from my disappointment.

But I had never really seen this 'remake' (if you dare to call it that), so I was like 'what the heck?' and I watched a few minutes of it. Right as the infamous shower scene was to take place.

Already, looking at the set up, I was discouraged from watching it play out, as Anne Heche in no way captures the innocence that is Janet Leigh. Plus, Ms. Heche in the shower is no way seductive, whereas Ms. Leigh was gorgeous.

Skip past the knifing and body hiding, the William H Macyness and the interrogation and I was either laughing the whole time or wincing in pain for everyone involved in the film. Even the editors.

I only watched like 20 minutes total, if that, and then I cried a mixture of tears of laughter and desperate pleas for Mr. Hitchcock. And I give a shake of my finger to all the posters on IMDB who actually approve of this film and find it superior to the 1960 version, when in fact it's a shot for shot, line for line COPY.
Sorry, if it seems I'm being cruel, but it was such a disgrace to the original - I've never laughed so hard at how bad a film could be.

Consequently, I will never EVER watch Vince Vaughn again. Mr. Vaughn with his ridiculous mannerisms and tight fitting ill-suited black shirt and jeans trying to recapture the haunting charisma that is Norman Bates. It's not even mildly attractive. Nor reasonably believable or sympathetic. Maybe I'll venture to see Mr. Vaughn in Dodgeball, but that's because I like seeing Justin Long get hit in the head with a wrench.

Ugh...
I'm DONE with this post.

Now go watch some fireworks kids and take pleasure in our freedom.
To change the channel.