The only barber that was ever able to cut my insane hair passed away after an unsuccessful liver transplant and it was at that point I purchased my own professional clippers.
Having bad haircuts my whole life until I found her is literally a point of trauma that I’ve not recovered from and I’m 49 years old now.
I have no idea, it was one of the most vapid, least memorable movies I’ve seen.
Edit: and I completely stayed out of the hype bubble for Avatar as well, completely avoiding all exposure to it unless completely inescapable. I finally watched the movie for the first time 6 months ago, I can honestly say it was among the worst pieces of shit I’ve seen in 10 years. And the CGI and overall design of the world was weak.
Spoiler: Tony is a bitch and just shot his own promotion in the face. Everybody who is even remotely associated with that clown show of a company has been damaged. Wtg.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s the modern, absurd extension of the stage makeup concept, taken to the extreme.
My ex-wife was a professional dancer, and her stage makeup made her look absolutely insane in person. But under stage lighting, it looked amazing.
Sometimes I wonder if cosmetic surgery was initially incorporated as something that would bring more popularity or work to an actor, because it would make them look more striking under the absurd, unreal lighting conditions of tv and film.
And that this has gotten completely carried away. Especially now, since nearly all cinema is greenscreen with scenery digitally added later. Which brings a tremendous amount of lighting incongruity, so we end up needing block-like, exaggerated, un-contoured faces, slathered in 42 layers of stage makeup, to look “proper” under these conditions.
I don’t know if this is totally out to lunch or not.
Okay so I actually crushed an apple before I posted this which is what inspired the post. I just wanted to inspire casual conversation, ridiculous goal setting, and joking around.
I was inspired by an American pro wrestler in the Midwest or Mid-South(?), I remember seeing him on TV when I was a kid in the late '70s and early '80s. His big gimmick to show his toughness was to crush an apple.
I crushed an Ambrosia apple that was slightly overripe. I do not believe, based on my strength in that endeavor, that I would be able to crush a ripe apple.
You like literally have to buy 10 of them Just so you can roll one up after cooking for a friend and when they say what the fuck are you doing you say deadpan “what aren’t these disposable?” as you open the oven drawer to reveal 10 new pans with labels.
I think that’s such a clever idea, and it’s kind-spirited.
I have always wanted to know how to box. Not because I want to hit somebody, but something about all of the footwork, core and the fundamentals that are strongly developed seems compelling to me.