Jumping Jamies

Did you know I love Jamie Bell? Cause I do. A lot. He has a new movie coming out some time in the future (Feb 15 for America) called Jumper. It's a science fiction movie directed by Doug Liman and starring, unfortunately, Hayden Christensen and a hilarious-looking Samuel L Jackson. Christensen and Bell play people who can... jump around through space and time? I dunno. The trailer, which can be viewed right here, isn't particularly clear on that point.

But you know what is clear. Jamie Bell looks scrumptious as a crumpet. Can I have some more?

Nudge Wink

You know, that wishlist widget in the sidebar is there for a reason. It's my birthday in six days and I feel oddly non-fussed by it. I was hoping to go into Melbourne and see the sing-a-long version of Hairspray, but I don't think that's going to pan out. Also, I'm oddly fascinated by maltesers at the moment. I just can't. stop. eating them. They've taken over my desk! I even took a photo just for the sake of taking one and am now showing you!


And then I was reminded of when I was in NYC last year and I was walking down... Broadway? I'm not sure. I think it was opposite Macy's! Of Bloomingdales! Or some building that had a sign on it, I'm not entirely sure. But, anyway, I was walking down this street in New York City (my, how I love remember I was ever in that city) and saw:

THE LARGEST PACKET OF SKITTLES I HAD EVER SEEN
So, naturally, I took a photo, which doesn't even begin to describe how giant that packet of skittles was. When the brother saw the photo on the tiny little camera screen he was all "Christ, that's a big bag of skittles!" Correct he was. Oh, and here's the photo.


Lastly in this entirely random and, for the most part, incoherent gargle of wasted words, I am considering shaving my head. Not entirely bald because, er, not even I want to see my scalp. Buuuut, I've been thinking about it and was going to ask some friends last night as I remembered my hairdresser appointment on Tuesday but they (and I) had been drinking and, well, that's not a decision to make when consuming alcohol. But, yeah, not bald. Just really cropped short? Like, er... Rob Thomas? I dunno. Who else has that style? I dunno.

I'm terrible though. The reason I never ever do anything out of the ordinary with my hair is because I fear if it goes wrong then I have at least one month of being stuck with a bad haircut and there's nothing I could do about it. I think it's a legitimate concern, don't you? Hmmmph. DILEMMAS!

I think I'm gonna go to sleep now because I'm acting weird. Before I go, here is a picture of my boyfriend sticking his tongue out at Undertow director David Gordon Green. Uh-huh.

Je t'aime Jamie

Emma over at All About My Movies directed me to an article in The Guardian recently about my Jamie and his latest film, which I am anticipating so much, Hallam Foe. The article is located here, but I chose to give y'all some choice bits.

[Director, David] Mackenzie tells me, "There's no one Jamie's age in this country to touch him. You'd have to draw comparisons with the heroes of 60s cinema. He's bloody good. Very laid back to work with. Takes notes."

Does he live in London now? He flicks me a suspicious look. "Yeah. Just outside."

It has been to his father's credit that, since Bell became famous, he hasn't come forward to claim 50% credit for his genetic make-up. "I wish he had - that would've been hilarious." Bell says this with deep, adolescent sarcasm.

Among his contemporaries, he admires James McAvoy, but says that, generally, "I don't think there's a lot of actors out there right now who really know what they're doing at all. There was a generation of actors who were classically trained, knew what it was. But now I think younger actors, there's no real progression. They're just doing it."

His friend, Anne Hathaway, with whom he worked on Nicholas Nickleby, had a similar problem after her success in the Princess Diaries. "She was in this film Havoc - it's not very good and there's a weird vibe about it, which is that she's taking her clothes off. It's obviously the producer or her manager or her publicist or someone from Disney saying, 'She's getting her tits out, it never happened, she was never in Princess Diaries.'"

I love Jamie so much.

The Sitar Player's Humble Abode

I was bored tonight after watching Sleepless on Seattle, which I had recorded on the DVR (VHS? What is it?) so I took photos of my bedroom, naturally. I needed photographic evidence of what it once looked like, anyway, so why not let you all see? Obviously they can all be clicked and made larger.


Picture number 1 is of my amazing Jamie Bell/Chumscrubber door hanger. It personally makes me feel as if Jamie is telling people to stay out because we're having hot sex discussing poetry. Second picture is right next to the door. It's a poster of East of Eden (double sided with Rebel Without a Cause, but I have that poster hanging directly to the left of me at the computer so I can forever be in it's presense). I also have a West Side Story hanger, which I adore and three random ebay purchased Mulholland Drive sketches. And, yes, they are three SpongeBob SquarePants plush dolls. I bought them at the Show (or the "county fair" for you American folks). To the left there is my Psycho poster and a small collection of random movie flyers that I have picked up from cinemas over the years. I also had my Price Is Right sticker on there, but it fell off one day and I didn't realise until it got sucked up by the vacuum cleaner. :/


First here is my big James Dean poster that hangs above my bed. I got it for my 21st birthday from Mick and Ryan (aka, awesome people, even if Mick is actually a munchkin from the Lollipop Guild). Obviously it's signed by James Dean himself because there's no way they'd sell something with his autograph manufactured onto it. Right? RIGHT?! And, yes, that is a little bit of a Birth poster on the left there.


Next is my computer desk. Things that you may be able to see on my desk:

A computer screen

Speakers

A modem

About 50 CDs including Bruce Springsteen, Amy Winehouse, Prince, Natalie Imbruglia and the soundtracks to Marie Antoinette and Hallam Foe, which doesn't have a case. I really should try and find that case.

Batteries.

The small poster for In The Company of Actors that I picked up at MIFF while waiting to be let into a cinema. The movie is a doco about Cate Blanchett and Hugo Weaving preparing for their New York performances of Hedda Gabler. I didn't see the movie at MIFF, but I wanted to. I keep meaning to scan the poster in. Oh well.

An I♥NY mousepad.

My AFI Members guide to the film festival.

A half empty box of chalk.

A rubber band.


This is what's on top of my desk. There's an iPod box, a Spirited Away fan, a Moulin Rouge! mug, several movie-related books (such as two different editions of 1001 Movies to See Before You Die), Lord of the Rings collectable figures (they came with the box!), Ralph Lauren Blue cologne, Bvlgari cologne, a fake Academy Award, the lower half of a Breakfast Club poster and my very own UMA Statue (#101/600 thank you very much people who bought it for my birthday).


Shoes! And gross old thongs (er, flip-flops you guys) and a satchel. I'm not sure why I took this photo, actually. Hmmm.


SOPHIE! I love my Sophie. She randomly decided she'd get inside my closet and sit on my clothes (thanks a bunch), but it was so freakin' adorable that I needed to take a photo (which is what started my whole photo-taking thing this evening). As you can also see I have a blue and a light yellow shirt in my collection - how mysterious.

A note from the editor:

I will be out of the office for a few days this weekend so unless I desperately feel the urge to find an internet cafe you won't be hearing from me until Sunday evening. I have eight (count 'em !EIGHT!) movies to see in Melbourne this weekend as part of the AFI Festival of Film so I'm staying up there on Friday and Saturday night. I'll be wrecked by the end of it, but it'll be worth it. Unless, of course, movies of the considerable, ahem quality like Footy Legends or Solo are there. In which case I'll be throwing things at the screen. One of the films I'm seeing (The Final Winter) is about rugby, so I am already incredibly wary, considering the debacle that Footy Legends was.

Wish me luck, and I'll inform you all on how it went down come Monday.

Jamie the Joker

'What happens if I get an erection? What happens if I don't get an erection? Is she going to be upset?' There's a lot of things to consider! ...I'd walk up to David and say, 'Oh David, I should wear a sock.' He's like, 'don't worry about the sock.' So I'm buck naked in the treehouse? He's like... 'yeah'.

Y'all know I love love love Jamie Bell and he recently did an interview and photospread for Dazed and Confused, which you can read here. Some of the photos - not the one to the left - are kind of bizarre and in one or two he has Joker (as in Batman) makeup on. I'm not sure what to make of that.

All you British Bell fans will need to let me know how his new film Hallem Foe is like! It's released over in the UK on August 31. I doubt Australia will have as much luck. Below are some more pictures from the photoshoot (there are eight in total, so click the link for the article to see the rest).








(okay, so I posted all the pictures. I couldn't help myself.)

Hump Day Hottie: Jamie Bell

Teehee, hush you! Y'all knew I was gonna do this. It is my honour to present this week's hump day hottie to you guys and considering Nat has already given the hump day hottie title to my other obsession I figured why not. Plus, I'm going through a big Jamie phase right now. What with his leaving me MySpace messages and all (it's really him!) and the recent news that he's gonna get buck naked on stage (I'm thinking of having a fundraiser to get me to London so I can see Equus with Jamie. Any takers?)

Read the rest as part of my guest-blogging stint at The Film Experience

Best. Day. Ever.

Okay, so, yesterday was pretty much the best day ever, alright. Pretty much because of two things. I will discuss each of them.

Reason #1
The Best Amazon Package Ever

Yesterday, I finally got my Amazon purchases and, omg, so good. I got the second and final season of my favourite show of all time Twin Peaks, which I have been waiting for for something like four years. I've already seen it, but that was only on dodgy VHS so I can't wait to watch it again. It was clearly one of the most polarising seasons of a television series ever. Some loved it, some despised it with the burning fire of a thousand suns. I watched the first 15 minutes or so of the season opener and it's already the most bizarre thing you're ever likely to see on TV. So great.

I also received the new "Music Edition" (that's a new one) for my favourite movie of all time, All That Jazz. It's so good. I love it. It has a new feature that skips directly to the musical sequences to save all that time and effort of fast forward through the extra bits. This movie just draws me in so much. I watch one bit and I need to watch another and another and then I need to watch the entire 10 minute finale and then I wanna watch it all over again.

I also received the special edition of Cabaret, which was uber cheap. I think the only version available in Australia is a feature-free edition so this was a worthy upgrade.

Reason #2
Jamie Bell

Jamie Bell. I love him so. Like, majorly. But y'all know that. Yesterday I read the news that Jamie is going to be taking over from Daniel Radcliffe in the West End play Equus. Yes. Jamie will be getting buck wild on stage... IN ENGLAND! Ugh. Nevertheless, my Jamie is gonna be in Equus and I'm super happy for him. It'll give him publicity everywhere, which he apparently needs because according to the Daily Mail article about it he had faded into obscurity (yeah, if you don't pay attention to indie movies and Green Day videoclips and freakin' KING KONG). Whatevs.

Hopefully we'll get some nice advertising material along the lines of what Daniel Radcliffe got. I always figured Jamie would be the kind of guy to go balls out on camera though anyway. I think it's because he's British? They seem to do that more over there than in America

If you want to follow LuLu and Ja's suggestion of a fundraiser to get me over there to go see Equus then feel free to give me your money. That'd totally be the greatest present ever.

Did I tell you guys that I replied to Jamie's golden girl porn MySpace message? I told him I think I should be embarassed that he seemingly discovered my shrine. And he replied... *sigh*... he replied:

nuttin to be embarassed bout mate
it alright. good to be thought of ya know! i didnt photoshop the golden girls pic i found it on the net.
so keep in touch and keep blogging

cheers

He... likes... to... be... though... of... BY ME!!! Holy shit, right?!

God, he tortures me so (and if he's reading this then I HOPE HE'S HAPPY!!)

I say all that with the utmost cheekiness.

From Jamie

So, I opened my MySpace message centre just now to discover I had a message from Jamie Bell. Now, I've never been entirely sure if this is the real Jamie Bell's page or just some loser pretending to be him. I've discussed this with another Jamiephile (Ninja Monkey, hi). I mean, he has pictures on there that have no place on a fan site (some look personal and not at all flattering (but which I love anyway), whereas on fan ones all the pics are usually just professional ones) and some of the things written on his page sound like him. But then again, he occasionally sends messages out to the people on his friends list. He also has a really awesome song as his MySpace music (GIRLS ALOUD!! BETTY BOO!! LO-FI FUNK!!)

So, back to me (as always). I got an... interesting message of Jamie today. I can't imagine the real Jamie bothering to go to all the effort, but it's still kind of fun to imagine it's really him who did this in Photoshop. If it is the real Jamie then I think I should be embarassed because, holy shit, that's embarassing to a normal person. Anyway. I took a screencapture of the message. A larger actual sized version can be viewed by clicking the below image.


I mean, the real Jamie wouldn't put a weird sort-of-stalkerish gay guy into his top friends (yeah, I'm in his top friends!) But... umm... if anyone has proof or not, let me know. I'm incredible curious as to the whole thing. Still, I do like to imagine that it is the real Jamie Bell and he was googling himself (that totally sounds rude btw) and came across my many entries about him (click the tag below) including the one where he and I rode a rollercoaster and I thought we could watch a Golden Girls marathon together and went "Yeah! It would be! I must fly down to Australia right now." Yeah... that'd be awesome. But not the Golden Girls Gone Wild marathon though.

edit: he also left me a picture comment. omg what do i doooooo?

Two Three Pictures

Because I hadn't seen these two pictures of my two eternal love stars (Hugh Jackman and Jamie Bell if you don't know anything about me) and because the Internet is such a glorious thing that I get to post these even if nobody else gives two hoots (although I'm sure some of y'all do).



*sigh*
They do grow.

Edit: So, I found this picture of Hugh in the Sunday Herald Sun today and I scanned it in. It's not the best quality. It was a very large picture and I had to do two scans. One of the top half and one of the bottom because the entire thing wouldn't fit in the scanner! The picture is of Hugh wearing a slightly garish silver suit. He still looks majorly sexy in it though.

Happy 21st Birthday Jamie Bell!

It's 5 months and 1 day after my 21st, so that means...


Today is a monumental occasion for my beloved Jamie Bell. It's his 21st birthday! He of the most eclectic filmography of anyone his age right now. He of that adorable face in Billy Elliot who grew up to be such a major spunk. I've made no effort to hide my affection for Jamie. He's just so freakin' lovable. I wanna fold him up and put him in my pocket before taking him out and going on an all night drinking and smoking bender (which his myspace profile suggests he does often).


His movie roles are, as I've said, quite eclectic for someone his age. He went from the Lars Von Trier-conceived American gun allegory of Dear Wendy to the Peter Jackson big budget King Kong remake, to the weird hipster Chumscrubber and then to a Clint Eastwood World War II movie in Flags of Our Fathers (IGGY!!!)


His greatest performance, in my eyes, is still Billy Elliot, but his turn as a runaway orphan in Undertow continues to formulate in my mind, and I still reckon he knew way more than he was giving away in Dear Wendy. Upcoming he has Hallam Foe and is currently filming Jumper, based on the science fiction novel of the same name by Steven Gould, to be directed by Doug Liman (yay). In the latter he will be seen opposite Samuel L Jackson, Hayden Christensen (as much flak as he gets, he's impressed me twice outside of Star Wars so I'm not entirely fussed) and Aussie newcomer and recent AFI Best Actress nominee Teresa Palmer. Here's hoping they're good. They definitely seem to fit the profile of the types of projects Jamie is taking.


So, I wish Jamie the best 21st birthday ever (well, as great as it can possibly be without me). He totally has my heart.

For the love of Jamie

Umm... I just saw a bunch of Jamie Bell pictures over at Just Jared, so naturally I have to post them. There's also photos from the premiere of Hallam Foe, Jamie's new movie that was at Berlin. *sigh* Why is he so adorable and not on my couch? So frustrating.