Sometimes I wonder if I'm not the female equivalent of Tucker Max. Not the female antithesis of a misogynistic pig, just...fickle, independent, solitary. Yea, that's it. Actually, I think I identify more with Laura Kipnis in her polemic: Against Love. And I quote, "So just as a thought experiment - though it will never happen to you and certainly never has - please imagine finding yourself in the contradictory position of having elected to live a life from which you now plot intricate and meticulous escapes: a subdivision getaway artist, a Houdini of the home front." I never liked Houdini.
Things that make you go hmmm.
Ok. Enough of that. Judge for yourself is Tucker was a bastard or just misunderstood in I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.
The Movie
Tucker decides to take an impromptu trip to celebrate his friend's bachelor party. He drags his friend into a lie with his fiancée, gets him into trouble and then abandons him in order to pursue a hilarious carnal interest. Tucker is disinvited to the wedding, and in order to get back in, Tucker has to find a way to balance his narcissism with the demands of friendship.
The Wine
The Dante Merlot makes itself to the table as a smooth red with no edges; drinks smoothly from start to finish; tart red flavors abound.
The Devil's Brew
Belgian Beer no.6: Duvel, the devil beer. Duvel means ‘the devil’ in Flemish. And a devilish beer it is.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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