I Popped My Runaways Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry! [Spoiler-Free]
OMG are her pants unzipped?! The rumors were true!
For the sake of full disclosure I want to start off by saying I am not as knowledgeable when it comes to music as a lot of people I know... If we are lucky, our long-time bloggy bestie TJ might be kind enough to give us her take on The Runaways in the next couple of days (you can read her pre-movie post here), because she's amazingly up on the musical history and the characters in a way that puts me to shame. Here at Twitarded, Jenny Jerkface is our resident "all things music" chick, but since she's off at some hillbilly music function [ok the coolest music festival in the world, SXSW] with every mover-n-shaker and dirty coke taker in the indie music world and beyond, you are stuck with me [oh and I can't take credit for the "mover/shaker/dirty coke-taker" thing - I read is earlier while doing impromptu scheduling for JJ since she left the spreadsheet that she labored on for the last week in her hotel room, but I thought it was funny enough to share].
Anyhoo, last night Mr. Snarky and I met up with TJ to go see an advance screening of The Runaways (thanks to tickets compliments of Volturi Ventures)! It was a glorious spring day (even though it's technically still winter until this weekend...) and I couldn't have been more psyched about going into NYC to see this flick. I was a little bummed that it coincided with St. Patrick's Day (aka " drinker's amateur night") but since it also made it socially acceptable to be buzzed/drinky both early and in public, I can't complain (except about that chick who was puking all over the sidewalk at the end of the night... and maybe all those obnoxious drunk people on the train...).
The after-party. KStew's message to RPatts: Do you miss these me?
How I imagined the night would go: Mr. Snarky and I would take a leisurely trip into the city, pick up our advance-screening tickets at the box office, then go have a nice (albeit early) dinner somewhere cool. How it actually went down: we skittered out of the house late (as usual), got to the city at the time we were told we would be able to collect tickets (ok , maybe a little later - you know how we roll...), and instead were told that we had to go wait in line (where thankfully TJ was saving us a spot). All of the people who got their tickets through Volturi Ventures (who were awesome!) thought they were on "The List" that the not-so-nice studio people were squawking about every three minutes. And we weren't, apparently. Thanks to TJ and her mad line-spot-saving skills, we got in no problem, but there the line stretched on forever and I doubt the people at the tail end fared as well. Plus when we did finally get into the theater - not a huge space - 75% of the aisles were taped off and reserved for different publications, groups, colleges, etc. (really, Vassar? you need three rows???). We ended up sitting in the second row and getting cricks in our necks, but it was totally worth it!
Fine, so we weren't at the "premiere-premiere" - that was at a different theater elsewhere in the city, and while I was secretly hoping that some of the cast would show up at our screening, it wasn't to be. Nevertheless...
Dakota Fanning can act. For real. She's all of what - sixteen now? Fifteen? But I even liked her back in that Tom Cruise movie where most of her lines were "SCRRRRRRRRRREEEEEE!!!" (which is really saying something - she can SCREAM too and I'm not usually a big fan of screeching tykes; I know, I'm weird). Kristen Stewart (who's all of nineteen? twenty??) was great as Joan Jett, too. I think she really nailed it - I only had one "this-is-Kristen-Stewart-as-Joan-Jett-does-her-best-Bella" moment once. And that's really saying something, too. Her portrayal of Joan Jett was spot-on imho and I noted "KStew ROCKED IT!" - several times - in the illegible, chicken-scratch notes that I took during the movie (did I mention there was drinking involved?).
Bottom line: The Runaways is a great, entertaining flick (and you won't cry). It almost - almost! - makes that gawd-awful mullet-hiding wig we're going to have to live with in Eclipse worth it. I can't really speak to how accurately it depicts the actual events of the time, but it's an engrossing rock-n-roll romp! If you can peel yourself away from your New Moon dvd for a few hours this weekend (and I know some of you might not be able to...), definitely go and check it out! Oh and you WILL be singing "Cherry Bomb" if you do - trust me - I still can't get that some out of my head... I read somewhere that not being able to get a song or a lyric out of your head might be a sign of a mental disorder, and I think I am in trouble... Ch-Ch-Ch-CHERRY BOMB!
Obsessed with Twilight? Think you're too old for this? You've come to the right place!
We are a bunch of over-thirty *cough*andforty*cough* chicks who never really meant to fall in love with Twilight... but somehow we did. Hard. Inexplicably, we've still got a lot to say about it. And other stuff. Join us!