James Van Der Beek: I watched Extreme Makeover: Home Edition on an airplane. Something about airplanes, and I’ve talked to other people about this, it always makes you cry. You could watch any bad movie on an airplane, and all of the sudden you’re in tears. I don’t know if it’s that your mortality is right there or what. But yeah, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition on an airplane, and I’m trying to hide the tears because the flight attendant is coming down the aisle and I’m embarrassed that I’m crying.
James Van Der Beek takes the Entertainment Weekly Pop Culture Personality Quiz and hits on a universal truth. At least, a truth that applies to me: I once watched Cheaper by the Dozen (the Hilary Duff movie!) and teared up at the end when the parents reaffirmed that they loved all 12 kids, even Tom Welling (playing 17 and looking 37)!
And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons She’s got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand So she can always run She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she’d be gone
“For all its obvious, lunkheaded faults, I still unapologetically love Titanic, for reasons similar to why those teenage girls loved it: It is profoundly, almost embarrassingly sincere. There is no winking in Titanic, no postmodern touches, no self-referential asides. It is the opposite of cynical; it is a big sprawling epic about the timelessness of adolescent love, a plain, open-faced black-and-white story where you cheer the good guys and hiss at the bad guys and grab your date’s arm and ultimately just give yourself over to the whole thing. (I didn’t cry at the end the first time I saw it. But I’m not gonna lie and say I wasn’t close.) The movie has a big, babbling, stupid, awesome heart, and its hokiness and dopiness is central to its charm.”—
I love how Jezebel published a love letter to and a takedown of Titanic back to back. I can’t wait to see it again, leave my snark at the door, and just give myself over to the whole stupid epic amazing thing. Also, Leo’s face, gahhhhh.
“Why should I care about your story? You have a bad job and want to be doing something different but feel paralyzed because of something and so you gchat with your friends all day the end. Collins and Martin keep you reading deep into the night because at the end of a chapter Katniss’ head suddenly falls off. And you’re like, her head just fell off??? I have to keep reading. Like holy crap. And so you stay up all night furiously turning pages. What happens at the end of your chapters? Someone doesn’t reply to your email or something. Or, like, 9/11 happens. I’m so fucking riveted.”—