I've had a rotten twenty four hours, with about four hours of sleep. So I had a coconut cream pie and watched "The Covenant"



Summarized in one sentence: The Gossip Girl Players presents DEAD POETS SOCIETY in the style of Stephen King.

Unfortunately, so far it’s not as awesome as that sounds like it should be. It’s missing something, and I don’t mean that the acting isn’t great, even though these boys certainly aren’t master thespians.

Those dorm rooms are HUGE.

While girls do show off for each other almost as much as they show off for boys, no straight girl would wear that to bed when it’s just her and her straight female roommate.

Chase Crawford looks incredibly Dracoish with that hair

Geez that convenience store has a lot of American flags for sale. This story is clearly not taking place during the Fourth, so did this come out just after 9/11? *checks* No, so I guess they were just trying to make it as small town and folksy looking as possible.

There was never an “Ipswich Colony” although there *is* an Ipswich, MA which is in the North Shore area, not too far from Salem/Danvers. IMDB puts it this way “Caleb's last name is Danvers. Danvers is the name of a city in northeastern Massachusetts, only ten miles from Ipswich, where this movie is set.” Well, yes, but it’s a little more significant than that!

Their boarding school is called “Spenser” and is sort of huge and looming and Victorian and Gothic (although NYC also has a private school called “Spence” so…)

It was filmed in Quebec and Nova Scotia but it still looks very much like the area its supposed to be set in. New England does border those places after all. It’s like the Vancouver area masquerading as Forks, WA, I mean, it’s not like they’re trying to pass North Carolina off as New England. COUGH.

This segment with the dancing and the lip synching is just *stupid*

Completely lost the thread of the plot , not that I’m sure there was much of one to begin with, but it IS unbelievably slashy.


On a related note, my mother and I went to Newburyport on Thursday. It’s about thirty minutes from my apartment now, maybe less, which is, well, cool. It was pretty nice weather. A little overcast, the occasional raindrop but I don’t even think I needed a jacket. So anyway, we’re walking along, my mother’s a bit ahead of me and I’m feeling more and more raindrops. Then I realize it’s not rain, it’s more like little pebbles and I shriek “It’s HAIL!” Because it was. Hail, in late April, appearing suddenly on a day that was only just overcast and then, and *then*, it disappeared less than two minutes later. If not for the slightly slippery ground, no one who didn’t see it would believe it happened. I can totally understand my ancestors desire to attribute this to witchcraft.

I can barely see the writing in those dialogue boxes in the last post. I need to either make the words bigger and darker, or the pictures larger.