Sex and the City Countdown...
I'm counting down the days until Sex and the City hits the theatres!
I haven't been able to find the complete trailer for Sex and the City on youtube, but found this cool countdown widget that has the movie trailer, trivia, and other cool things. If you're a Sex and the City fan like I am you'll have fun checking this out.
As a Sex and the City fanatic this is one movie that I've been looking forward to ever since the series ended! The fact that it's opening in May the week of my birthday is a fabulous, stylish way for me to celebrate a milestone.
All the actresses of four main characters: Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte are returning along with their leading men and other supporting characters. The movie takes place four years after the series ended and there will finally be a wedding between Carrie and Mr. Big. But will there be a happy ending? I guess we'll have to wait and see. That plot spoiler hasn't been revealed yet.
Adventures in Hollywood: The search for Johnny Depp and how I broke Batman’s heart.
Disclaimer: Johnny Depp obsession liberally indulged.
Once upon a time two Smalltown Girls set out for a Hollywood adventure.
Chingpea and I were on a mission to explore the dirty streets of Hollywood, the gritty underbelly of the celebrity’s city, the place where people walk on the stars instead of looking at them in the sky. We were on a mission to find Johnny Depp on the Hollywood Walk of Fame!
We left Bakersfield with a tentative agenda of shopping, sightseeing, searching for Johnny Depp and exploring Hollywood. There was no way we would get everything on our list done in one day, but we intended to have fun trying.
We stopped at Ikea in Burbank before reaching Hollywood. Ikea is a dangerous place. I could go broke at Ikea. After buying a few items, we rummaged through a few near by vintage clothing stores where I found a really cool top for six bucks.
Next we headed to West Hollywood and poked around the Bodhi Tree Bookstore next door to the Urth Caffe, which has been featured on the HBO series Entourage, before eating lunch. We planned to eat at the Urth Caffe, but it was extremely packed so we ate at a little place across the street whose dry tasteless chicken, the company of friends and literary talk was much more memorable than its name.
After lunch, too late for the Max Factor Museum, we began our search for Johnny Depp on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. First we went to Graumans Chinese Theatre where the stars handprints and footprints adorn the cement courtyard memorialized for all time.
We compared hand and foot sizes with Hollywood’s elite: Marilyn Monroe, Bette Davis, Mickey Rooney, Lucille Ball, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, even our governor Arnold Schwarzenegger was there. So were newcomers: Brad Pitt, Matt Damon and George Clooney. And then we spotted Johnny Depp’s block of cement nearer to the theatre and surrounded by girls.
We both screamed in delight and ran over to where Johnny Depp once kneeled and stood while making his Hollywood cement memorial.
All poise was lost as we indulged our Johnny Depp obsessions as true groupies would with cameras flashing and laughter ringing in our ears.
Once we had stood and kneeled where Johnny Depp had, we ran into a few good men outside the Kodak theatre, Batman, Captain Jack and Davy Jones. We waited our turn to take photos with Captain Jack and Davy Jones while three women giddily posed with them.
“Where are you ladies from on this fine evening?” Batman took my hand and kissed it.
“Bakersfield.”
“Ah Bakersfield.” Batman said still holding my hand.
“Would you ladies like to have your photo taken with a dark knight?”
“I’m sorry. But we’re waiting for photos with the pirates.” I said breaking Batman’s heart.
Rejected. Batman bowed over my hand and backed away watching as Chingpea and I took a photo with Captain Jack and Davy Jones.
I felt bad for breaking Batman’s heart but Batman doesn't hold a candle to Johnny Depp in my book. So we left Batman, Captain Jack and Davy Jones to find other fans and we began our search for Johnny Depp’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Thanks to a crafty google search, we had a general idea of where Johnny’s star was located on Hollywood Blvd. We walked up and down both sides of the 7000 block of Hollywood Blvd. several times searching the names of every star for Johnny Depp to no avail. We couldn’t find his star. Chingpea and I were feeling quite dejected and about to give up when we decided to ask at the El Capitan theatre’s box office if they knew where Johnny Depp’s star was located.
“It’s just down the block a little ways in front of the Roosevelt Hotel.” The box office worker pointed.
Our eyes followed her pointing finger, which led to our coveted prize, Johnny Depp’s star.
“Thanks!” We took off walking briskly almost skipping towards the Roosevelt Hotel while searching the names on the stars.
When we finally found Johnny’s star, it had smeared gum on it. Chingpea tried to clean off the gum with her shoe so we could get a good photo with Johnny’s star.
The end of our search for Johnny’s star was the triumph of our adventures in Hollywood that day. But not the end of our Hollywood adventures, for we’re going back to Hollywood soon for more adventures and the Max Factor Museum.
Californication
Writers are a strange breed. The good ones are disheveled, creative, brilliant and a little bit crazy. I always find it interesting to see how Hollywood portrays writers in movies and comedy series. Showtime has hit the nail on the head in Californication a new weekly comedy about a writer.
Californication is about Hank Moody played by David Duchovny, a writer from New York transplanted to Los Angeles and hating every minute of his LA life. Moody is a great name for this character. His book was turned into a successful movie that he hates and now he has a severe case of writer’s block. Hank is still in love with his ex-girlfriend, he’s trying to be a good father to his twelve-year-old daughter and he’s losing himself in casual sex. A lot of casual sex. It reminds me of that great line from Finding Forrester, “Jamal: Women will sleep with you if you write a book? Forrester: Women will sleep with you if you write a bad book.” Hank Moody is living that line in spades. He says what he thinks no matter how off the wall it may be and it works. And yet underneath all the women and the crazy situations, lurks a good heart and a creative soul.
And I'm happy to see Evan Handler in another great show.
I haven’t been this excited about a show since HBO’s Sex and the City and Entourage. To steal a line from my guy friends, Californication rocks the monu-cock with its writing! It’s smart, hilarious, and pushes the boundaries the way Sex and the City did. David Duchovny has found a part he was born to play, he’s irreverent and endearingly sexy at the same time. You can’t help but fall in love with his bad boy/good guy persona.
I love how blogging has been incorporated into the show with Hank taking a job blogging for HelL A magazine. If Hollywood is blogging, then blogging has truly arrived.
Californication is on Showtime Monday nights at 10:30 PM. It’s definitely a show for adults with graphic language and nudity so put your kids to bed beforehand. Tune in and watch Californication you won’t be disappointed!