Twilight Eclipse Premiere

Posted by Elizabeth Ryann on 12:10 AM in , , , , , ,
Okay, I just got home from my fifth event of the week, and I'm rather partied out, I think.  I'm at the point where nothing sounds better than comfy pajamas, snuggly kitties, and a nice stack of books.  Though to be fair, that plan ALWAYS sounds good to me.  Anyway, sorry I didn't get to this recap sooner.

Basically, premieres, like most Hollywood parties, take a LONG time, but this one in particular really took forever.  I left work around 2:00, ate something (which was really smart), got dressed, and then met my friend Edyta at her house to do hair and makeup.  By the time we finally got through the traffic and arrived downtown, it was about 5:30. 

Now, this shindig was huge, and there were a lot of people everywhere, but it was definitely not the best organized event I've ever been to.  By the time they finally located our tickets and got Edyta to the red (actually black) carpet, it was around 6:30.  While she did that, I hung out with the swarm of publicists and took pictures as I waited for her.  There was basically a sea of people in every direction, and most were pretty psyched, giddy, and quite loud.  Which was rather fun. Excitement's definitely contagious.

By the time we got inside the theater, it was about 7:00, which was when the movie was originally scheduled to start.

There was plenty of that chewy popcorn that is kind of gross, but also kind of addictive, like the kind that comes in those decorative tins at Christmas.  That was being served in Eclipse-themed novelty cups, and sodas were available.  And that was the only food to be had in the theater.  You also weren't allowed to leave if you wanted to come back inside.  So I ate a lot of chewy popcorn. Finally scored an Edward on the third cup.

Inside the theater they had three screens, and the two on either ends were showing the people still doing the red carpet outside, namely the stars, as well as clips of people arriving earlier in the day.  And I have to point out that Rob was the first of the big three to arrive, around 6:10 or so, and he was gamely signing autographs until they all finally entered the theater (around 8:30).  That's a lot of signatures, guys.  I also enjoyed the effect some enterprising cameraman had achieved of blacking out the moon that was visible between two buildings, creating an eclipse with some pretty epic Photoshop skills.  Terribly funny the first time I saw it.  Still pretty amusing the 327th time they showed it.  Once the stars were hustled inside, they finally showed the movie to a pretty responsive crowd (read: LOTS of cheering and giggling).

Once the credits rolled, we hiked across the street to the after party, which was pretty amazing.  In the outdoor section, they had about ten sandbox-size samples of the sparkle meadow, which pretty quickly became my new favorite thing on the planet.

Since it was about 11:00 pm at this point, we were starving, so we were definitely looking around and admiring everything, and it was all really spectacular, but our real focus was finding the food.  Inside, they had recreated the mountains and the full moon, including snow and trees, complete with the occasional flurry of snow, they had a number of ice bars, and most importantly, a lot of little buffets set up.  But the best part was that they went for a HS cafeteria theme with the food, meaning little cartons of milk and those segregated trays, and lots of delicious comfort food that you'd find on any high school menu, like mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, french fries, fried chicken, etc.  Just, you know, actually good, as opposed to what you'd find in said random high school.  Personally, I couldn't have been more thrilled at the decision to forgo fancy haute cuisine, since I might actually be the world's pickiest eater.  Dessert, of course, offered up some candied apples, but also a sundae bar, some sort of ice cream treat, cupcakes, cookies, chocolate-dipped pretzels, and a brownie pudding.  It was all intensely awesome.

After we ate and were feeling friendly again, we did a tour around the inside, chatting people up and taking pictures.  Amusingly, most of the people there were women, as very few guests felt compelled to bring their husbands/boyfriends, since Twilight is obviously best enjoyed with your gal pals.

Rob Pattinson, by the way, was still swarmed by a long line of people wanting to chat, take pictures, and or get him to sign something.  Definitely the most in-demand guest, from what we could tell.

Since by this point it was around midnight, we decided to take a few more pictures with the sparkle meadow and call it a night.  It was terribly fun, but also a really long day.  I finally fell asleep around 2:30 by the time I got home.

As for the movie itself, I'm a bigger fan of the movies than the books, since I think Melissa Rosenberg is basically an adaptation genius.  She's somehow able to remain extremely faithful to the books, while also significantly increasing the inclusion of a plot, and losing many of the moments that made me extremely angry in the books.  I'd say this particular movie is probably the most action-oriented one so far, while still focusing on the romance.  There were a couple of scene transitions that felt a little odd to me, but overall, I have to say it was pretty good (minus the Edward/Seth werewolf fistbump, which would've been just too much awesome if they'd included it, I suppose).  If you go in expecting Eclipse, that's pretty much what you walk out having witnessed, so I'd say it was a success.  For those curious, here's a really spot on review from Variety.

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Vampire Day

Posted by Elizabeth Ryann on 11:02 AM
I'm going to the premiere for Eclipse tonight.  As you might expect, I'm both terrified and kinda excited.  There are going to be a LOT of people there, so I'm tentatively planning on wearing my fancy dress ear plugs.

I also witnessed an accident last night, and the adrenaline from the whole experience kept me up until after 4:00 am.  So I will feel like a zombie attending a vampire party, which seems oddly appropriate.

I promise to take pictures and notes, but if anyone has anything they'd especially like me to look out for, feel free to let me know, and I'll keep an eye out.

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On Books and Best Friends

Lately I've been forcing my best friend to read all the same books that I've been reading. This is one of my best ideas ever.  No, seriously.  Usually I'm forced to chat about a book I just finished with strangers new friends on the internet, but peer pressuring my bff Liz, who I know to have similar taste in books, is exponentially more satisfying.  If you haven't done this already with your own friends, I highly recommend it.

Recently, I forced her to read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire so that I wouldn't suffer alone until Mockingjay is released in August.  And because I am a terrible salesperson, she read them pretty much out of sheer trust in my taste (luckily for her, I have really great taste).  In my defense, the books are absolutely fantastic, but really hard to describe enticingly.

And to give you a better idea of how much I love both my friend and reading books, I have to tell you that she finished reading them last night, at 1:00 am, and instantly sent me a text message.  Not only wasn't I mad, I was so psyched that we could finally discuss them that we ended up on the phone for an hour.  At 1:00 am.  On a weekday.  And it was actually really awesome.  Friends are the best.  And friends with whom you can read?  Nothing beats it.

Now, what should I make her read next?

Above picture is courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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Why Not?

Posted by Elizabeth Ryann on 6:43 PM in , , , ,
Warning: The following may contain spoilers for Legion. Not for the plot, because I'm still not particularly clear about what was going on, but for selected moments.

One of the hardest things for me to do, and I suspect for a number of writers, is to turn off my inner editor.  It's really easy to agonize over one word when writing, or a small element that, let's be honest, probably won't even make it into the final draft.  And it's incredibly easy to get stuck on fixing the work I've already done rather than continue forging ahead because if you let yourself dwell, you become afraid that everything is complete crap and you get discouraged.  None of it's worth doing, look at how much it needs to be fixed, I cannot show this to anyone else, etc.  I know better, and I know most writers know better, but the trap is still there.  If I knew anything about golf, I suspect I could make a good hazard metaphor right about now.

However, I was watching Legion with my best friend and her boyfriend last night, and we were giggling, as you do, and questioning everything we didn't understand.  Which was pretty much everything, honestly.  It didn't make a lot of sense.  I'm still kind of convinced a random dog was knifed at the beginning, just because.  And after endless rounds of, "What?  But... um. Hmm.  Wait.  WHY?" I started to wonder, WHY NOT?  There's a kind of engaging energy to the whole movie once you embrace the Why Not vibe, and don't look for any answers (because believe me, they aren't forthcoming).  Why not have the ceiling randomly start bleeding?  Why not have angels with high-tech collars that are magically (bluetoothed?) connected to their wings?  Why not make this an angel zombie movie?  Why not make Paul Bettany take his shirt off?  Why not?  It looks cool, it's awesome, it doesn't have to make sense.  Most importantly, those things are fun.  First drafts should be too!  There's no limits to what you can do.  No rules.  You can do anything at all that you can dream up.  So why not?

Besides, answers are for sissies.

And second drafts.

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Squick I Didn't Even Know I Had

Posted by Elizabeth Ryann on 12:18 AM in , , , , , , ,

I recently saw Cirque du Soleil's Love, the Beatles show, and discovered something about myself: ladies dancing with fake pregnancy bellies kind of freak me out.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Cirque du Soleil.  I was one of the only people to watch, let alone miss, Fire Within.  I thought the show was fantastic and lovely, yet completely different from O, which was phenomenal.  I am a former (not particularly competitive) gymnast.  I took several trapeze classes (just three because I seriously sucked at it -- stay with me, I'm going for full disclosure here).  I mean, I'm a dancer.  I love that whole scene.  And I certainly have nothing against pregnancy in any way.  Some of my very favorite people on the planet have been pregnant at some point, including my mom.  I have even had occasion to dance with pregnant women, in classes and at parties.

But last night's Glee just brought it home.  Where one dancer with a fake belly is unnerving, multiple dancers with fake pregnancies seriously freak me out.  It hits my uncanny valley repulsion sensor with a decided vengeance.  Fake pregnant women don't move like pregnant women.  They have a different center of gravity.  This is easier to mask when a faker is wearing a better, more all-over pregnancy disguise, but when it's just the belly that juts out and allows the dancer to move in ways that defy physics?  It's unsettling.  And I don't like it.  And I really seriously hope this isn't some bizarre new trend in entertainment.  Because it's really creepy.

So there you have it.  Ladies, if you have a fake pregnancy, please refrain from dancing.  I'd really appreciate it.  Thanks in advance.

(P.S. Love's Lady Madonna? I'd also like to know why your fake belly was so shiny.  That was weird and rather distracting during the show.  Thanks!)

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Knowing When and What To Share

Posted by Elizabeth Ryann on 10:06 AM in , ,
Sharing has been a conscious choice forced on all of us pretty much since preschool, and possibly even earlier.

I know a lot of people don't really like to share the details about what they're working on, and I completely and totally get why.  For me, I feel like I can't keep my writing itself a secret because I have really awesome friends and family, and I have to be able to explain why I might not be able to hang out with them.  Which is a completely different thing from actually wanting to hang out with them -- procrastination is an art form that I've pretty much perfected.

My awesome friends and family can be nosy, though, so I also have to decide how much of what I'm working on that I want to share.  I love that they're interested.  And I have to be really careful because I personally love to brainstorm with a group.  It's really fun to bounce ideas off of other people, and a real joy to have them getting genuinely invested in my imaginary friends.

But it's also really easy for them to easily dismiss an idea I might like to use in favor of one of their own, an idea that I might not like as much, and leaving me questioning my original instincts and more confused than ever.  And that's usually when they'll say something along the lines of: "But it's your story.  Do whatever you want."  Which isn't a particularly helpful stance when you're suddenly feeling insecure and unsure.

But the really tricky part is figuring out how my characters will solve the same balancing problem.  I can't tell you how much I hate it when the conflict of a story revolves around two people's utter and complete failure at communicating with each other, especially when their relationship is one where it makes it really ridiculous that they wouldn't share their feelings in the first place.  But I also can't have them blurt out every single thing they know to every person they meet because that's not realistic either.  As handy as it sometimes would be for me to have them do so.

How do you guys solve that sharing problem?

View from my laptop: Above: What are you doing? Right: "April, you should come check this out. There are so many buttons to push." Cats are both distracting and nosy, and completely totally awesome.

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