I woke up this morning with a full on spring cold. Headache, sort throat, runny nose, sneezes coming six at a time..apparently my elementary schoolteacher roommate brought home a souvenir from her kindergarten class and I have caught it. So after dragging myself to church for an hour (it's Easter after all!), I have been lying on the couch subjecting myself to the wasteland that is Sunday afternoon television. My nightowl tendencies over the weekend managed to catch me up on nearly everything in the Tivo so yes, here I was, flipping back and forth between some VH1 "hottest hotties" countdown and Access Hollywood. Neither of which is helping much with my recent decision to stop paying so much attention to what's going on with brangelina and tomkat (also, my recent decision to never, never use the embarrassingly stupid nicknames thrust on us by the tabloids.) So I was maybe a little more excited than usual when I clicked across "Clueless" on Comedy Central. There are ALOT of movies from my college life that make me cringe to watch now but I still love, love, love this movie.
So here are some random thought on a true teen classic:
I wonder if this movie makes Brittany Murphy cry just a little bit. Even post makeover, the girl was a complete disaster. Even by 1995 standards, everything she wears in this movie scares me. When she showed back up on the scene all hot and anorexic I hardly recognized her. Did you know she was also one of the bad girls that Julia wanted to hang out with on the first season of "Party of Five."
When I first moved to LA and was stuck in horrific traffic one day, I thought of the conversation when Cher's dad tells her to come home from the party in the valley and he says "everywhere in LA takes 20 minutes". And how that was a total crock.
"Well I remember Mel Gibson correctly and he didn't say that-that Polonius guy did." Yes! The snotty teenager roast!
"You like Billie Holiday?" "I love her!" Oh Cher. I love YOU!
Two things I wish my dad had been able to say to a date when I was 16. "What's with you kid, you think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the rat pack? and "Anything happens to her I got a 45 and a shovel, I doubt anyone would miss you."
Paul Rudd. Why weren't we more skeeved out by Cher having a crush on her step brother? He's an ex-step though so I guess that's what made it OK. And who knew that my favorite Radiohead song is playing when they decide to get take-out for her dad's lawyers. Awwwww.
Yeah, this movie is still just as good as it was eleven years ago. ELEVEN YEARS AGO?!?!?!?