Rainy Day Sunshine

I popped in Hotel Rwanda--you know, that light romantic comedy starring Don Cheadle. As I got into it I realized: this is so not a romantic comedy about a feisty journalist who gets seduced by a quirky yet dashing hotel manager. Hotels are sexy, fun, where anything can happen as long as the bed is made and you accidentally give a room key to two people (oh wait, that's Ready to Wear!). In hotels, you could meet a handsome politician and even though you're the Puerto Rican maid, he'll fall in love with you (oops, Maid in Manhattan). No, Hotel Rwanda is about freaking genocide! Violence, chaos, families in ruin when evil rebels go on a killing spree. Nice and honorable Don Cheadle tries to save everyone. It's kinda like a black Schindler's List but less sentimental (this is how I could get death threats from Spielbergcandonowrong-aholics). Overall, I liked the flick, learned about an area beyond Chelsea and I appreciate Don beyond his singing talent in Jimmy Kimmel's "I'm f*cking Ben Affleck" music video. Well, Don is always good. Bottom line: if you want sex, romance, lightness, don't rent Hotel Rwanda! If you long to feel plugged into vital parts of global history and ache for Oscar-calibre performances, do!

Epiphanies and Gala Apples

ExBF16 passed on a love for Gala apples to me. Like soup, apples seemed like BS. Then over the holidays, I tried to combat my sugar addiction with apples. Why not try the apple my ex ate? It was a healthy yet warped way to bond with the past. Now I understand: Galas are delicious. If Superman and I break up, I'm sure I'll start drinking fruity alcohol and chewing straws.

New subject: Al Franken in politics--I'm enjoying this. Forty-one years ago, as I walked through an Albuquerque chain, I noticed he'd written a book with a political slant. How fun to see a passionate person go from entertainment to public service (though they are kinda the same thing).

And now, Dish will relax with A Fish Called Wanda. Superman approved my choice, though it's a little too fast for him. While a brilliant superhero with Good Will Hunting/A Beautiful Mind brain freakiness, he prefers obviousness over subtlety. This isn't surprising since Superman wore red tights. If that's not obvious, I don't know what is.

Hitch + Superman = Monday Night Party Central

This will be short since Superman has no idea what I'm doing as he plays marathon poker and merges souls with Jim Carrey in Me, Myself & Irene (don't care for this one). We just watched Hitch and must say Amber Valletta is my favorite (along with the fat guy). Crap!

Dish might have been caught. I want to keep this blog a secret for as long as possible...Then again, Superman doesn't read.

First Star Sighting of 2009!!!

1/3/09, 6:15, 20th and 6th Avenue: Dish was right behind a tallish blond man, carrying a shopping bag. As he turned in profile, I noted he had The Longest and Pointiest Nose Ever. Could it be? The light changed and I ran to match his long strides. Yes, I really followed Julian Sands. Around 21st street, he pulled out a headband to combat the cold. After this, he gifted me with a flash of profile again and I wondered if he'd caught Dish mid-stalking. As we reached the middle of 22nd, he turned into Burlington Coat Factory and I had to send sharp warning flares to my conscious mind: Leave gorgeous Julian alone!!! And that's just what I did. (am curious as to what deals he found in BCF)

Dish Using Brain???

Damn that Christiane Amanpour for her hypnotic reporting. Dish has been hooked to the Gaza situation all day. I'm not sure about the history of the Gaza strip, just that it's been going on forever, since I was little. Why Gaza when Donny and Marie were so much more fun? Can't we all just get along?

First things first: to stop this brain power enhancement immediately. Dish is on her way to Superman's house. Lucky for me, his movie taste ranges from Die Hard to Knocked Up.

Very Tragic Event...with Fascinating Coverage

Of course, I'm mourning from a distance the death of Jett Travolta. Can't even imagine what it's like to lose a child you've loved forever. Like many, I'm scouring headlines...finding mostly "John Travolta's Son Dies" (as opposed to "John Travolta and Kelly Preston's Son Dies") and super-rare pictures of the son but several of their gorgeous daughter Ella. I unearthed only two pics of Jett in a sea of John Travolta. I understand keeping a child sheltered from the media and those headline-greedy bloggers (such as Dish). But I'm secretly suspicious (cynical) of the omissions. My condolences to both the mother and father of Jett Travolta, not to mention the little sister who has to grow up without her brother.

Amy is the New Nicole

When I watch Amy Adams, I see big blue eyes, red ringlets and easy access to intense emotions. She reminds me of Nicole Kidman before she got breathy and blond (and lifted). I see Amy having a long career and it's heartening that she didn't need marriage to a superstar to bring her into the mainstream (not that there's anything wrong with that). I enjoy both actresses, though I'm not altogether sure Amy wouldn't suddenly stab my hand with a fork just for fun. For the New Year, Dish enjoyed Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day and feels Frances McDormand is one of the most beautiful women on the planet.

Joan and John

Dish was on the subway last night and heard the following (paraphrasing only minimally):

"How's Joan doing?"
"She's on the beach with her 25 y.o. concubine. You know, standard for Hollywood."
"I bet she's paying him."
"Now, he paying HER!"

The two boys looked around and became super-conscious of people listening so I knew it was someone big. My celebrity senses had kicked in at "Joan."

Hmmmm. Which Joan... JOAN COLLINS, of course! Love her forever! I would totally let her bitchslap me.

In Duran Duran news, the object of my teenage (and adult) fantasies, John Taylor will guest star on Samantha Who on January 12th. Dish has marked her calendar. I always meant to watch the show because Christina Applegate is hysterically funny and underused in Hollywood. Now watch, the characters are going to flail, tap dance, and screech around him and he's going to stand there like a piece of wood. Then again, I'd take a wooden John Taylor over nothing. He's a natural in front of the camera. Thought he was great in Sugartown even though the movie was so-so.

As for 2008, GOOD RIDDANCE!!! Dish wishes you all the loveliest of New Year's.