Sunday, October 30, 2005

I STILL BELIEVE YOU, WINONA!

I'm sure our faithful creator and contributor will update momentarily with a full accounting of last night's festivities, but for now, here are a number of pictures and the full text of my keynote speech, composed moments before the marathon on the steps of the Met.

presenting:
The Fourth Annual "I Still Believe You, Winona" Movie Marathon

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Emma and Inna

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Wino

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designed and violated by E.E. Grimshaw herself.

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what's up Glenn Close! moments later she made out with Meryl Streep. seriously.

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Kunal violates the animal.

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Die, Kirsten. The best part of this movie was watching Winona beat the hell out of her.

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I feel this picture makes Emma happy...somewhere.

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my speech:
"It's one thing to want someone out of your life, but it's another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer." - Veronica Sawyer, Heathers

Four years ago, in the halls of Weinstein as we all know, Emma and Malsta spent an evening in celebration of the work of Hollywood's latest non-criminal, Winona Ryder. Four years on, and two decades of dark indie cinema later, we have all come together today in our final year at NYU on the thirty-fourth birthday of this luminary star-fucking actress to once again commemorate her weirdness.

Several hours ago at Kim's on St. Marks Place, a cashier asked me if I was renting Mermaids, Dracula, and House of Spirits today because it was Winona's birthday. As I explained myself, another cashier commented, "She's done more musicians than she's done films." Looking at her impressive chronology from the halls of Lucas to the psychiatric ward of Girl, Interrupted all the way through digital animation in some new Richard Linklater movie, I must say this is one hell of an acheivement, especially in an era of Courtney Loves, Paris Hiltons, and Crazy Megos, all of whom have let their bed-hopping tendencies far overshadow their careers. Winona, however, is none of this.

Mysterious, inebriated, insomniac, Salinger-addict, a non-blonde who plays the best characers in the best films, does the best men, and inspires the best parties, Winona Ryder is a hero without compare. And on her thirty-fourth birthday in the year 2006, I would like to say, no matter how much money she has, psychiatric disorders she acquires, or emo-boys she has her way with, no matter what the security cameras said, SHE DIDN'T DO IT.

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