“You just have this really shitty way of looking at things, you know. I don’t have that problem, I just look at the dopeness. But you it’s like just you look at the wackness.”
It’s rare when you find a film that you know will become a part of you for the rest of your life. The Wackness is one such film. I was lucky enough to see this in CineVegas and I am already proclaiming it as “The Greatest Movie Of 2008.”
There are no “bears” in the film, and Josh Peck did not grow up to become a chubby bear or anything; in fact, he has gotten slimmer and now possesses an almost Edward Norton-handsomeness to him. So why am I posting about it?
You’ll notice that I tend to reminisce a lot in this blog. I talk about the mid-’80s to mid-’90s a lot because that was the most influential time of my life. Everything in this film spoke to me in levels that I’m still trying to sort out. Sometimes, a specific line from a film can pretty much tell you if it will interest you or not:
“I got mad love for you, shorty. That’s on the real. I like — I wanna like listen to Boyz II Men when I’m with you.”
Even the trailers don’t do the film justice. I’m just hoping that this gem of a film doesn’t get lost in this summer of blockbuster movies.
I used to spend most of my online activity at movie sites back in the day. I still do, but not as much. Anyway, I used to post for quite a bit on what I still think is the best news site for movies: CHUD.com.
One of the Editors of this site is the ever woofy, Devin Faraci. I love this guy as he’s extremely passionate to the point that he could come off as a dickwad or an asshole — take your prick. The thing is, I love him even further because of that. Some message board posters love to bash him, especially about his looks and weight. All I can say is that they’re not seeing what I’m seeing. Mr. Faraci’s a sexy bear stud, hands down. Proof? Here’s a collage of him from G4’s Attack of the Show’s “Loop Week in Review”:
Ah, yes, Mr. Faraci just keeps getting hotter and hotter…
True story. A few years back, I happened to mention via live chat about some bonehead calling me a “hag” but starting with the letter “f” (sorry, but *that* word’s filtered). Next thing I knew, he was up and arms and wanted to know who it was so that he could have that poster banned from the site. I refused to tell him as I did not want to be a “whiny sissy” about the whole situation, but I’ll never forget how he wanted to defend me. So, yeah, that little gay little girl* within me fell in love with such chivalry.
If you guys (and gals) want to read insightful movie reviews, make sure to check out Mr. Faraci’s articles. I normally agree with him, and if I don’t, his opinions are still a great read: full of wit, sarcasm, and charm.
And with that, I’d like to embarrass him with a video he recorded live for a handful of us Chewers (term used for the CHUD.com readers/posters) during one of our daily night chat sessions. Boy, was I glad I was awake on that Thursday night. At 10pm. On February 20. 2003. Lol. Hey. The video’s date-stamped, you fokkers! -_^