The Floating Red Couch is the couch parked squarely in front of my 42" Sony LCD. It is the site of most of my observations about cinema and media and et cetera over the last five or so years. It is covered with dog hair and baby germs.

Jan 19, 2010

The Wrestler

My mother-in-law bought my wife and I a blu-ray player in November.  So, of course, I asked for Best Buy gift cards for Christmas and bought a grrrrrrip of discs for New Year's.

One of the several discs that I bought was Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler (2008).





Evan Rachel Wood's "Because you're a fuck up!  You're a living breathing fuck up!" rant is fantastic.  Lately, or at least in the last few months, I've been using the term fuck up a lot -- mostly because I live 5 miles from San Francisco and have to endure autumn- and winter-long 49ers seasons.  I think most people use it as a verb (to fuck up), an exclamatory way to describe the action of a situation gone awry:

"Well, Joanie, we really fucked that up."

But the noun, the fuck up, describes that particular character of person that, at a much greater frequency than your average person, fucks things up.  Generally friendly, forlorn, and always down on his luck, the fuck up more often than he should, tends to make a terrible decision at every crucial moment of their life.

Some famous fuck ups in history:

1. George W. Bush
2. Cain
3. Colonel Sanders
4. BP
5. Al Gore


BR loves this movie because Marisa Tomei is naked pretty much the whole time.  i love it because of course Darren Aronofsky is a genius.  Anyway, that's that.

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