Welcome to my blog. Yes, my first, my only w-e-b-l-o-g. I feel so technologically proficient now, and for a chick who can barely do an anti-virus search on her computer, that’s impressive. Writing Crystal Says… was always a lot of fun, but I decided to restructure it after chatting with other authors at July’s RWA National conference. This will allow me to get information to you all sooner and more frequently than just once a month. Also, I’m scheduled to join the OutOfTheBlogSphere tour in a couple of months, which will connect my work to that of many other writers. ( You can check it out at http://outoftheblogosphere.blogspot.com) Truthfully, I haven’t kept a diary since I was watching Beta VCRs, so this will be interesting. Quite the commitment.
I’ll start off the festivities with a few words about the latest movie I saw—THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN. There are some mild spoilers here, so if you want to go into this movie pure (no double entendre intended), don’t read on.
Okay, first, I already liked Steve Carell. He’s great in THE OFFICE and was hilarious in smaller parts like the one in ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGUNDY. After seeing this flick, I adore the guy—not only is he a deft comedian, but he has a way of really digging into you and twisting your heart around. In THE OFFICE, I feel sorry for his character, even if he is a delusional fool on a power trip that boasts him as the only passenger. If you compare his performance to that of Ricky Gervais’ (the BBC version of THE OFFICE), it’s night and day. Both actors are awesome, but they’re coming from two different places with the same character. With Gervais, I can’t help wanting to dislike him—his David Brent makes me cringe. Carell, with his wide eyes and dorky laugh, makes me want to pity him because you get the feeling that he knows just how inept he really is. You could say the same for Gervais, but Carell plays that tragedy much closer to the surface, as if his skin is just a little thinner. In VIRGIN, he has a very tricky part, too. Somehow he manages to make a “middle-age,” comic-book/action-figure-collecting “geek” into a very sympathetic guy. You want to root for his character, Andy, because with just one glance, you realize that he has made a conscious effort to mute his social skills. You also sort of don’t want him to lose his virginity. That sounds strange, but Andy’s got a real innocence about him: it’s created from years of missteps and hurt. Every action figure is a brick in the wall that he’s built against having to engage in a deep relationship. Because that’s what sex means to Andy—a deep relationship. He respects women and, quite touchingly, the movie has Andy, in turn, teach his new, you-gotta-have-sex-man! friends how to have more respect for women, too. This film has more emotional content than many dramas, IMHO, and I was so happy for Andy at the end that I walked out of the theater with a big, doofy smile on my face. It was great to see him come full-circle in so many ways, but it was even better to see that his philosophy ended up withstanding societal pressure—even if there were a few dark moments when Andy almost lost it (in more ways than one).
If you don’t like cussing and raunchiness, this isn’t the film for you. But if you can hang with that, go see this flick.