This entry might actually be mildly interesting

I saw Matchstick Men today. I'm so glad I won that t-shirt on ebay, because the film was incredibly good. Well, let me qualify that. The film was flawed. The characters were incredible. Each of the actors did a very fine job, making everything seem so natural and believable. I don't know how old Alison Lohman is, but if she's 14, that's just insane. She was wonderful. The Roy/Angela and (and Roy/Frank, for that matter) dynamic...well, it could have been such a disaster. It could have come off as one of those Disney channel movie of the week portrayals, but it didn't.

And Frank. Sam Rockwell, of course, was just lovely in the role. He was all high-energy and sarcastic and laid-back, but you could tell he really did care about Roy. Even if you take the disaster that was the last 15 minutes of the film into account, I think Sam Rockwell made it evident that Frank felt something for this guy. The way he keeps calling him because he's worried, and how he kept saying "I'm sorry"...not to mention the fact that Roy and Frank profess their love for one another more than once during the course of the movie. And, on a superficial level, he was so cute! His hair was all spikey and messy and I kept wanting to pat him on the head. And his little dance for Roy!!!

In other news, I went to a meeting for this literary (sort of) society on campus. It's sort of like The Dead Poet's Society, only snarkier. All the prospective members turned up about a half hour early, because apparently the society operates 26 minutes later than normal time. So we just chatted for awhile (why did everyone except me go to London/Vienna/Ireland/save the rain forests over the summer?), then we had the meeting. There was wine. There was Big Lebowski quoting. There was me embarassing myself by making dirty Ralph Fiennes jokes. Well, one, anyway. Then there was this super cool demonstration about fencing, complete with actual examples and audience participation. The mad fencing knowledge I gleaned should come in handy if when Holmes and Nemo end up having a duel.

The club is wicked cool. But you have to go through this rigorous application process, which I will do, but I'm afraid I'll be rejected. I don't have systematic knowledge of anything, really. If they started talking about art during the interview, I'd be like, "Yeah, Van Gogh, good guy, a little crazy, owes me money." Seriously, Van Gogh is probably the only artist I know anything about. We also have to do a presentation on anything we want. Which is rather weird. I'm considering David Cronenberg, but I'm also tempted to do an all Roger Dodger all the time fest. "Roger Dodger and the future of independent film." It'd be a winner. Or a presentation on slash (the whole thing would consist of me reading smutty Mulder/Krycek. or the Sirius/Remus nutella thing.). And then I have to do a creative submission, which can also be anything and will probably end up being fanfic, since I have no skill at anything else that's artistic and I have no idea how to make films. Well, I could write an essay.

( In case you thought I was just reading too much into MM... )

Fast turnover. For me at least.

I wrote a Matchstick Men fic! Behold!

Notes (yeah, these are very important): Written for contrelamontre's food challenge. In like 45 minutes. Or something. I love writing Frank. It's really sad, and I need to find an RPG where I can play him. As I'm sure you've all guessed, Roy/Frank (Frank/Roy? How do you decide these things?) UST (do any fandoms use this besides X-Files?). And I don't like titling things. If you really want a title (to rec it? or something?) ask, and I will either provide you with something crappy or a TS Eliot reference, depending on what kind of mood I'm in.

EDIT: I misquoted myself in the cut tag. Mad skillz, baby. I'm leaving it, too. It cracks me up.

( I figured maybe you'd want to try something other than tuna once in awhile. )