Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Oh, The Tragedy of It All.

While watching Hitchcock's 'Rebecca' (Masterpiece Theatre, bitches.), I take notice that whenever a heroine is faced with a problem, be it impending doom or abusive husbands, instead of solving the problem somehow, or running away, they fling themselves onto their beds in a dead, fishlike fashion. -fwoomp- I have decided as of today, I will no longer rationally think over my problems. No, instead i am adopting this new strategy and will go limp and fishy in my tragedy.

1 comment:

Carl Weathers' Illegitimate Son said...

Rebecca won the Oscar for best picture in 1941, beating out such great films as "The Grapes of Wrath", "Our Town", "The Great Dictator", and "The Philadelphia Story". What a badass year for movies.