a shameless ode to Freddie
I have many qualities that possibly make me 'cool'. The hard drinking, my love of sports, metal, male-oriented films and television shows, and/or my love cigarette smoke on a man. Yes, I love the smell of men right after they've smoked a cigarette. I assume this is a weird Pavlovian response resulting from an intense chemical reaction I had to a smoker (that's a blog for another day), but I digress.
While all of the above listed reasons may make it appear that I am 'cool', my closest friends, and I know the truth: I am a total and complete girl with all sorts of utterly feminine addictions, loves, and sick obsessions. Some of them are shared by all women, some are uniquely mine. Since no one ever reads this damn blog, or, at least, admits they do, I am going to begin documenting each and every embarrassing trait...starting with a biggie:
I have this really awful love for Freddie Prinze Jr..
*cough, clearing throat, looking around nervously*
For instance, today "Down to You" was on. Now, I've seen this film before-many times-I know how it begins and ends, who's in it, my least-liked parts. What I don't remember is loving the film (well, okay I do remember loving Zak Orth's Macbeth in the film), but, anyway, there I am waking up after an all-nighter, and this movie is on which means I have to watch it. It's a fact of life that if a movie is on, I have to watch it. Halfway through this sucker, I'm not getting up to take a shower or going to the store to buy aspirin or even getting out of bed. I am well and truly stuck. About 15 minutes to the end, when Freddie attempts suicide by shampoo (yeah, don't ask, it's part of the plot...also sorry if I spoiled that for you but the film's been out for awhile), I'm thinking to myself, "Damn, this is a really good film!".
*still looking around nervously waiting for the film police to arrive*
In all honesty, I do not care for Julia Stiles much, and today I began to think that the make-up and hair people on this film cared for her not a bit since she looked absolutely horrendous in almost every scene. This is typical of me though as I have yet to like any female actress or character in any Freddie film. I mean Rachel Leigh Cook, Monica Potter, Claire Forlani, Jessica Biel, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and the aforementioned Julia Stiles are all lovely women, but their turns in their respective Freddie films leave something to be desired. Then again this particular blog is being written not to bag on Freddie's co-stars but me, however, I could probably work my dislike of them into another blog.
I believe this Freddie addiction was born out of channel surfing over 55 movie channels and finding "She's All That" or "Head Over Heels" on. You never imagine you're going to watch the whole thing. In your head, you know that the proper action would be to keep on surfing, and, yet, 90 minutes later, Freddie has sucked you in with his limited range and adorable smile. Although it may not be all his fault that his characters are always the same gawky-yet-handsome-earnest-faithful-khaki pants wearing-nice guys. Someone wrote, directed & provided wardrobe for these films. I just sometimes think it's the same person on all films.
I knew the problem had metastasized when I went to a theater by myself one afternoon to see "Boys & Girls". I was the only person in the theater. I might be the only person in America who paid to see it in a theater. Not only do I consider this film to be Freddie's personal best it also has, improbably, a dance sequence to "Stop the Rock" that he performs in. Although the improbable choreographed dance does make it a sort of sequel to "She's All That", we all know that Freddie did much more intricate routine in "Boys & Girls". What? We don't all know that? Just me?
*shuffling feet in my imitation of Freddie dancing*
Before you ask, I did watch his eponymous sitcom, and I actually liked it. I secretly rejoiced that he was cast in what will most likely be the last season of "24". I don't enjoy his storyline much in relation to the Dana Walsh character, but I do love his interactions with Jack Bauer. That is as long as he doesn't turn out to be a traitorous CTU agent (I know no spoilers but they usually turn my favorites into moles). Even if they did dare to turn the character into a villain I doubt it would abate what has blossomed into an absurd, obsessive, and quite shameless love for Freddie Prinze Jr.
Hell, I just wrote a blog about him.
While all of the above listed reasons may make it appear that I am 'cool', my closest friends, and I know the truth: I am a total and complete girl with all sorts of utterly feminine addictions, loves, and sick obsessions. Some of them are shared by all women, some are uniquely mine. Since no one ever reads this damn blog, or, at least, admits they do, I am going to begin documenting each and every embarrassing trait...starting with a biggie:
I have this really awful love for Freddie Prinze Jr..
*cough, clearing throat, looking around nervously*
For instance, today "Down to You" was on. Now, I've seen this film before-many times-I know how it begins and ends, who's in it, my least-liked parts. What I don't remember is loving the film (well, okay I do remember loving Zak Orth's Macbeth in the film), but, anyway, there I am waking up after an all-nighter, and this movie is on which means I have to watch it. It's a fact of life that if a movie is on, I have to watch it. Halfway through this sucker, I'm not getting up to take a shower or going to the store to buy aspirin or even getting out of bed. I am well and truly stuck. About 15 minutes to the end, when Freddie attempts suicide by shampoo (yeah, don't ask, it's part of the plot...also sorry if I spoiled that for you but the film's been out for awhile), I'm thinking to myself, "Damn, this is a really good film!".
*still looking around nervously waiting for the film police to arrive*
In all honesty, I do not care for Julia Stiles much, and today I began to think that the make-up and hair people on this film cared for her not a bit since she looked absolutely horrendous in almost every scene. This is typical of me though as I have yet to like any female actress or character in any Freddie film. I mean Rachel Leigh Cook, Monica Potter, Claire Forlani, Jessica Biel, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and the aforementioned Julia Stiles are all lovely women, but their turns in their respective Freddie films leave something to be desired. Then again this particular blog is being written not to bag on Freddie's co-stars but me, however, I could probably work my dislike of them into another blog.
I believe this Freddie addiction was born out of channel surfing over 55 movie channels and finding "She's All That" or "Head Over Heels" on. You never imagine you're going to watch the whole thing. In your head, you know that the proper action would be to keep on surfing, and, yet, 90 minutes later, Freddie has sucked you in with his limited range and adorable smile. Although it may not be all his fault that his characters are always the same gawky-yet-handsome-earnest-faithful-khaki pants wearing-nice guys. Someone wrote, directed & provided wardrobe for these films. I just sometimes think it's the same person on all films.
I knew the problem had metastasized when I went to a theater by myself one afternoon to see "Boys & Girls". I was the only person in the theater. I might be the only person in America who paid to see it in a theater. Not only do I consider this film to be Freddie's personal best it also has, improbably, a dance sequence to "Stop the Rock" that he performs in. Although the improbable choreographed dance does make it a sort of sequel to "She's All That", we all know that Freddie did much more intricate routine in "Boys & Girls". What? We don't all know that? Just me?
*shuffling feet in my imitation of Freddie dancing*
Before you ask, I did watch his eponymous sitcom, and I actually liked it. I secretly rejoiced that he was cast in what will most likely be the last season of "24". I don't enjoy his storyline much in relation to the Dana Walsh character, but I do love his interactions with Jack Bauer. That is as long as he doesn't turn out to be a traitorous CTU agent (I know no spoilers but they usually turn my favorites into moles). Even if they did dare to turn the character into a villain I doubt it would abate what has blossomed into an absurd, obsessive, and quite shameless love for Freddie Prinze Jr.
Hell, I just wrote a blog about him.
