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Television Without Pity: BS Hearts

We are really just writing about this because it's one of the things we think everybody knows and loves as much as we do, and we were just disturbed to discover that this is not the case. To be all confession-y about it, we worked wrote about film for ages, and then we just stopped, because we hated spending all that time in the dark to watch movies we hated. (Life < short.) But we love the filmed entertainment, and so we lavish our attention, whenever possible, on TV rather than the movies: $15 for a ticket? Fuck you very much! Not when we have Battlestar Galactica, and The Wire (4ever in our hearts) and Peep Show and The Closer (our summer fave) and House, the season finale of which we just finally saw and we will so let you know when we stop crying. We are never taking flu medicine, let us assure you of that.

Anyway, whenever we see some particularly affecting television, we race to Television Without Pity, a community of same-minded individuals all crying over the same thing. We love it. It certainly doesn't need our endorsement, having been bought out by Bravo, but that doesn't mean it's lacking the awesome.

It is, for the purposes of our art in this post, also the place where we realized that the song playing over the last, few crushing moments of House was Iron & Wine's Passing Afternoon: video above.

This Is Why We Are Going To Buy Discount Cosmetics Immediately

Bright red lips! This is the poster for The Edge of Love, with Sienna M. and Keira K. Excited to see in general but feeling very motivated in particular to be all about the make-up. Here's a Keira close-up:

We're sure that's been airbrushed to fuck-all but still. Pretty! We'd like to say, we're not investing in this, but we wouldn't mind scouring the drugstore for something suitable. Like: Boots Botanics in Carmella, $8.99   

Sex and the City: Everwhere, Everywhere!

We love Sex and the City for no other reason than this, from Fantasy Moguls, which we only saw because we can't stop reading Perez:

The film business cannot afford to ignore women at the box office when they can rally to create a hit this big. By Monday morning, Sex & The City will be the biggest opening in film history for a movie headlined by a woman, surpassing Lara Croft: Tomb Raider starring Angelina Jolie, which scored $47.7M. It is also important to note that these are not ingenues. Sarah Jessica Parker, Kristin Davis, Kim Cattrall and Cynthia Nixon are all in their 40's. To date, the best opening weekend for a movie with a 40+ actress as the true lead was the 1996 version of 101 Dalmations, which featured Glenn Close.

Can. You. Fucking imagine: 101 Dalmations? We're writing this on Sunday afternoon, and we swear to God we're off to see the film tonight if only to make Hollywood executives realize that women like seeing movies about other women, and even more so when the women on screen are not forced to act like bimbos and morons and girls in bikinis. We can't even write that sentence properly, the whole idea of it is so infuriating. We're not saying we're of the mind that SATC is the apogee of the female experience—but if it opens the doors for others, we're buying a ticket.

And in any case, we want the clothes. For much more—ha! we can't even think of the word that means something like ... "cogent"! that's what it is—cogent thoughts on the clothes from the SATC movie, don't miss Erik Wilson's piece in the Times:

TEN years of watching “Sex and the City,” including the sanitized reruns on TBS, has trained a generation of label- and love-addled romantics not to raise an eyebrow, presuming Botox hasn’t yet made that impossible, when Carrie Bradshaw dons a black Burberry coat and a trilby to go shopping, film noir style, at Duane Reade. Or when Carrie wears a four-figure Nina Ricci sweater trimmed with hundreds of feathers while typing on a laptop in the privacy of her own home.

Ooh, if only. We are typing on a laptop in the privacy of our own home, except we are wearing Old Navy. Ah, the inconvenience of living a non-fictional life. We are all of us in Old Navy, but some of us are dreaming of the feathers. More or less.

 

Sex and the City Premiere Photos!

Ah, we're haters, but we like the clothes. Clothes in general, rather than those specifically above. We actually really like SJP's Nina Ricci dress here. But whoa, metallics, right? We really don't like Kristen's, or Kim's, and Cynthia's...meh. Yes? No?

This Is Our New Official Favorite Thing on Earth

All the screencaps! From all the movies we love! This post was supposed to be about how we no longer hate Marie Antoinette—the film, anyway, regardless of the person—and it is, but it is also about Screen Musings, from where we borrowed this screencap from the film. Life is so much easier now!

Honestly, the costumes for this film were just off the hook. This is a much better movie than we realized.

To see many more images from the film, check Screen Musings.

Sofia Coppola Has Nothing On Us

We swear, the penguin videos end tomorrow.

SATC: Reader Mail

In today's Reader Mail:

Dear BS:

I have one brief question for you: Will you be at the movies to see the Sex and City movie on opening day?

And please ask everyone else, as well.

Love,
K.

Our answer, in one word: Absolutely not. Our position remains: The lesson of that show was: that asshole-y, cheat-y, non-commital guy who just married the 20-something model and who's been dicking around on you for the past eight seasons—er, years? He's totally going to come around. And that, friends, is a dangerous fiction.

And we scorn, just absolutely scorn them, for their anti-Brooklyn position. This is exacerbated by the fact that the producers are planning a new show set in our borough-ish neighborhood. Go back to Manhattan, we say.

We will, however, be scouring the Internet for images of the clothes.

What about everyone else?

Audrey Tautou as Coco Chanel

We had such little interest in seeing this movie before we saw this poster. But now. Things are different! Manohla Dargis wrote a brilliant piece on Sunday about how little women have to do in the movies: 

Nobody likes to admit the worst, even when it’s right up there on the screen, particularly women in the industry who clutch at every pitiful short straw, insisting that there are, for instance, more female executives in Hollywood than ever before. As if it’s done the rest of us any good. All you have to do is look at the movies themselves — at the decorative blondes and brunettes smiling and simpering at the edge of the frame — to see just how irrelevant we have become.

This could be awesome. At least Audrey's not stuck being all Da Vinci Code assistant-y \ nominal love interest forever.

 

Our Favorite Look from This Week's Gossip Girl

Blair's dress! This is our favorite. Does anyone know who the designer is? We will cloak the rest of our comments after the break here so as not to spoiled the unspoiled.

The Royal Tenenbaums: A Bit of Video

We've recently been thinking about The Royal Tenenbaums. As much as we hated—hated!—The Life Aquatic, we're sure the opening to The Royal Tenenbaums is one of our favorite things ever. No?

Jesus Christ Superstar: A Bit of Video

Carly Smithson got us re-obsessed with Jesus Christ Superstar, so we thought we'd share this completely bonkers video of the Trial Before Pilate. Bonkers! Completely bonkers. She totally should have done some Joplin version of memory and spared Jason Castro the pain.

Er, So Next Week!

We looooove Battlestar Galactica so much, and we wanted to share this clip from David Letterman as a sort of one-week warning that the next—and last! argh!—season starts next Friday. Not too late to Netflix the DVDs! Current fans: How adorable is Lee Adama \ Jamie Bamber's English accent?

Ralph Wild Contest and Reader Mail!

Ooh, we are so mad that stupid Typepad just erased our post. Anyway, in today's Reader Mail:

Dear BS:

I need a new spring style icon. Who's yours?

XO
O.

Well. We held on to this question until it was and actually, until we had a suitable springtime-y contest—which we do! We have one extremely fabulous bottle of Ralph Wild to give away, and we're going to give it to the person who comments the best American style icon—Ralph Lauren, American style icon, you see the connection. We actually sort of love their website because the video footage has images of Route 27 signs, which was our way to the Hamptons before we decided to drop out of society and go to art school. (Oh! Hamptons goodness!) It has "wild strawberries and watermelon," which we're thinking should make it super appropriate for summer, the best of all possible seasons.

To play: Just comment your favorite American style icon by Sunday. Anyone who says Mischa Barton or similar will be disqualified. And of course, there are only so many, so we'll be choosing our winner based on whatever you can say about why you think X should be the official American Bunnyshop Style Icon.

And! Speaking of contests, Facebook people can go here to enter Ralph Wild's contest for a new Vespa.

For now: our vote goes to Grace Kelly. This is totally our look of the summer.

The Real Housewives of NYC

Can we  say we spent 45 minutes watching—er, let's say, half-asleep and just unwilling to get up and find the remote control—The Real Housewives of NYC, and this is exactly why we are seriously never stepping foot in Manhattan again. Honestly. Imagine an hour-long show with these exchanges, as a couple looks out, over the ocean:

Her: Isn't it gorgeous?

Him: It's almost as gorgeous as you.

Her: It's almost as gorgeous as you, and the boys.

Him: It's almost as gorgeous as you.

We mean, seriously. It's just the worst of everything. It actually makes us want to not succeed, or move to South America, or live in a cave, as long as the women in this show never go there, which we're sure they won't, since there are probably no diamonds or horrible people in caves. At least our caves, in, say, Texas.

The NYC tourism department should be picketing, is what we think.

The American Style Icon Contest Portfolio: Blair Waldorf

The next entry in our American style icon contest, from swtmsry:

Not an actual person, but my style icon would be Blair Waldorf on the CW show, Gossip Girl. Though there aren't any new episodes until April, I have been captivated by her wardrobe since the start of the show last fall. Lately there have been candid paparazzi pictures of the filming of Gossip Girl, and Blair's spring style does not disappoint. I can always count on her for inspiring, feminine looks that combine apparel and accessories in ways I could never have thought of on my own.

We're going to admit that we're GG virgins—at least for the next twenty minutes, since we just downloaded them. We sat out Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We're not missing another one.

In any case, if we ever go ice skating again, we pray we have as lovely a skating outfit.

And click here for the next entry.....

Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton (and Ed Ruscha)

Oh! We hope you saw Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton last night, because it was fabulous, even if we did turn on The Sarah Connor Chronicles at one point near the end. Anyway: Our favorite moment was when he got all gooey-eyed over Ed Ruscha, so we thought we would put one up here. MJ (not verbatim): "You know, I met Madonna, and, like, she was nice and everything, and I respect her, but when I met Ed Ruscha...." Oooh, we just love it.

Above: Ed Ruscha's "Bedcrumbs", 1975 (made with blackberry juice on moire!)

TV Alert: Sundance Channel's Fashion Week "Ready to Watch" Series

Ooh, we love special runs on movie channels—it makes us feel like we're not too lazy to get to repertory theaters. TCM's Oscar month, etc. And then beginning tonight! On the Sundance Channel, which we don't usually watch because it is too busy running the Sundance movies we really disliked instead of the ones we loved—anyway, they're showing five fashion documentaries, beginning tonight with Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton.

The Mitchel and Webb Situation

This is one of our favorite things we've ever seen, and we're so happy we just found it on YouTube. If you don't know these guys—well, actually, the blond in the video, plus his partner, who's not in this skit—they make the amazingly funny Peep Show, and they're actually the Mac and PC guys in the U.K. Hurrah!

Neither Are We So Excited About Lipstick Jungle

This promo doesn't have the line we just heard: "Sometimes I'm poor on a private plane." Lipstick Jungle, Cashmere Mafia: Honestly: That TV show all about the drugs and the hustling and the pimping? The Wire? That show has female characters we actually relate to, like Rhonda or Beadie or whoever. Holy shit, we just don't know if we want to live in a world where women are whining about their sad little lives ... on a private plane. Oh, what do we know: Our new boss just described our "look" as "bohemian chic," which we're pretty sure is shorthand for "unkempt hair." We're wondering: Are there any TV shows out there you particular identify with or similar?

Are You Watching Mad Men?

We don't know if you're watching Mad Men—it's brilliant but BOY is there a lot of bad behavior in it. Like, so much that it makes us want to leave New York and live in a casita in Mexico without TV or Internet. Anyway, for all that, it is brilliant, and the wardrobe is unbelievable gorgeous. We just thought we'd put up a few stills from what was really this amazing tracking shot as we see all these women waiting for a modeling appointment.

We think our favorite is the tight blue dress, or the sparkly one, or the high-waisted mustard pants. We like them all. As usual.

Our Cashmere Mafia Review

Can we just say:

We came rather late to the Sex and the City phenomenon, mostly because we pretty much hated the idea of it, even though we thought Candace Bushnell was funny in print. We were like, Can we please get a bit more Brooklyn in this show—philosophically, at least. (It did our heart no favors, by the way, when Miranda dissed our borough at the end. Honestly. Fuck you, you fictional character.)

Anyway, we found ourselves softening after the show was over: They wore nice clothes, and whatever. So then we were thinking we'd try to bring an open mind to Cashmere Mafia last night: We do like that Lucy Liu, and Miranda Otto was our favorite in Lord of the Rings. And we needed something to cure our post-Wire heartache. (And holy shit, if you are not watching that show, do yourself the biggest favor in the world and get the DVDs. We swear the fact that the brain-dead Emmy voters have only given it two wins over four seasons made us turn away from the awards-show experience forever.)

We just needed to say that we will kill ourselves if we are ever like those women. On Cashmere Mafia. We want to put up a fence and keep them from entering the place where we live. We feel like, more than usual, we have been meeting the women who could very well grow into something like these characters, and we just hope they don't, because they—anyone—can do better. It's the kind of show that makes us want to move to northern Sweden and teach yoga. That would be fucking awesome in the summer. Our question, as always, is: Why do these shows about women seem to also hate women so fucking much? And make us into such horrible, conniving, small-minded shrews?

Honestly, we just turned on Children of Men, which is awesome. In general, we'll be watching The L Word. And we're straight.

Also, and of course, The Wire.

Reader Mail: The OTK Gossip Girl Dilemma

In today's Reader Mail:

Hi BS,

I am a 20-something creative career girl in love with over the knee socks (I claim it comes from too much Gossip Girl viewing). Is there a work-appropriate way to wear OTK's without look too school-girly? My office work attire is creative/pretty much anything goes, but I don't want to look too young or un-professional.

Thanks!
Sarah

Oh, the knee sock. We remember the last time we wore knee socks, and the way our friend B. told us not to. To this day, we're not entirely sure why, but the fact that he did put us off them forever. We remember that same night our friend K. told us he liked them—

Okay. So the funny thing is that while we were typing this, our friend B. called, and we finally asked him, after six years, if he told us to stop wearing knee socks because they made our knees look fat, which has long been our assumption. He just said we were being stupid, and in fact, rather than fat, they made us look "slutty." That, for some reason, doesn't bother us one bit.

This is all sort of morally cloudy for us. In any case, as far as work appropriate goes, we are the last people on the fucking planet to ask, as we've gone on record as backing rompers as suitable office party wear. Last week we had to attend an exceptionally business-y business function, which meant buying a dress we could not afford, and we were so depressed about buying a dress for this function, which means buying a dress we would never have picked out independently, that we started crying in Topshop and sent off all these angry texts about how we hate wearing pants, which in that case was code for any sort of clothing one would wear to a business function rather than, say, a party which encouraged the wearing of things with sequins.

Anyway: We are pro, pro, pro OTK knee socks. We much prefer them in the image above, especially next to the shorts and colored tights. (We love colored tights, and we love shorts, but somehow not together.) But as for work appropriate: We leave that to everyone else? We're thinking it obviously depends on the work vibe at your office, and we can say with confidence that we would wear them tomorrow if we were still working at the fashion magazine we used to work at, because everyone there just wore what they felt like, and because no one seemed to mind too much if they got fired, which basically no one ever did. But a job you like? We leave it to everyone else to comment. We're totally interested in the answer, by the way.

Our favorite OTKs:

Topshop over-knee socks, about $14

And then the super-luxe ones. We've been looking, ineffectually, for these at a US online boutique, but we're still at it:

Wolford overknees, $22

It Is Really a Long Time Until Proper Swimming Season

But we are sure we can say, with confidence, that this picture of Keira Knightley from Atonement (in theaters in the US in December or something completely ridiculously far from now) has totally set off a run on swim caps. Er, at least the Guardian says so. We completely believe it. Because we have never before wanted a swimming costume, as it were, and now we totally do. And red nails.

It kind of reminds us of last week's knitwear insanity at Louise Goldin:

That First Look at Sex and the City

We only like it for the clothes. Is that an Eiffel Tower bag?

Collection 1.0 at Blaec

We lost a little of our Project Runway love after Uli lost to Jeffrey (ooh, just typing those words feels very, er, 2006), but we're sure we'll be down if they ever manage to make it back to Bravo. Has anyone else noticed that they're doing little video-intros to the season 4 designers online? We feel very behind the eight ball on this, if that is the expression.

Anyhoo: While we wait for Heidi et al, there is a somehow more legitimate-seeming, to us, anyway, designer competition called Collection 1.0 going on at one of our very favorite boutiques, Blaec. Vote now, and the winner gets sold at Blaec in the spring. (We're voting \ rooting for Zsega.)

Anyway! Go (to Blaec) for the vote, stay for the clothes. Our favorite, at the moment: Nieves Lavi Valencia Fruit dress, was $370, now $275

The Victoria Beckham TV Show Review

Dear VB:

We tried. We really did. We kept waiting for you to be sort of funny, or sort of witty. And we kept waiting, and then we started reading our book, and then we were like, Why aren't we watching The Closer? Is The Closer on now?

Man, we love The Closer. Please be very Dorothy Parker about everything, VB, and we will be excited about you once more.

Love,
BS

Bunnyshop Hearts: David Pogue

We are apparently just spilling over we things we love today, but can we say we love David Pogue just an unbelievable, stratospheric, astronomical, NASA-ish amount. We emailed him a question about one of his pieces, and he actually responded to it, in a helpful and complete way. It was like we were living in the 1940s, or whenever it was before those soul-destroying automated phone trees that make us want to kill indiscriminately.

We must add that although we do love this video, we do not really want an iPhone. Whenever we see that one of our friends has "Sent [a message] by my iPhone" or whatever we are like: Really? Are we all in seventh grade? The iPhone is the 2007 version of the Coca-Cola rugby shirt that terrorized us in middle school. We do, however, adore our tiny little Nano. It is light enough so that when we drop it, instead of smashing to the floor like our old, and broken, iPod, it just sort of swings happily on our headphone cord. And the battery lasts for ages.

Er, anyway: This video rocks.

This whole day we have been entirely off topic. Back to discussing the dresses and the shirts and things presently.

Oh My God

We just needed to share this:

Over the weekend, 7-Eleven Inc. turned a dozen stores into Kwik-E-Marts, the fictional convenience stores of ''The Simpsons'' fame, in the latest example of marketers making life imitate art.

Those stores and most of the 6,000-plus other 7-Elevens in North America will sell items that until now existed only on television: Buzz Cola, KrustyO's cereal and Squishees, the slushy drink knockoff of Slurpees.

The U.S. locations where a 7-Eleven store was transformed into a Kwik-E-Mart are New York City; Chicago; Dallas; Denver; Burbank, Calif.; Los Angeles; Henderson, Nev.; Orlando, Fla.; Mountain View, Calif.; Seattle; and Bladensburg, Md.

We would like to point out that there is a bunny involved here. We have not been so psyched about this, we must admit—especially when compared to our counting-down-the-days-ness of Harry Potter—but this gets us more excited. Kwik-E-Mart! Ah!

Volver!

So we finally got ever-so-slightly with the times and saw Volver, which was so excellent, not least because Penelope Cruz's costumes were so equally excellent and bright. We totally loved them. We want to find this cardigan \ jacket and buy it and wear it to the next-door restaurant that we take over and where we serve delicious drinks etc.

We are pretty reasonable we can find reasonable fascimiles of these lovely red sweaters at Anthropologie.

This, predictably, has us looking for black shirtdresses.

We even love how her mom is dressed. This has us looking for vintage red-print dresses.

And so bright and pattern-y! We mean, it wasn't like theeee most amazingly costumed movie ever—it wasn't Sabrina. But we loved what she wore, and we highly recommend both—the clothes and the movie—to anyone equal behind the movie-times as us.

We will discuss her extremely lovely shoes later today.

Unfortunately, and surprisingly, Anthro has no red cardigans. What is wrong with the world, that we buy more cardigans in summer than winter? Anyway: We sort of like this one. We'd really prefer if it were red. And Penelope Cruz-like. Anthro cardigan, $98

Bunnyshop Hearts: Joy Behar

We just wanted to say, now that school's over and we always seem to be home to watch Hot Topic on The View, which is possibly the most embarrassing thing we have ever admitted, that Joy Behar really is reliably excellent on that show. Not as bossy as Rosie even though her politics sound pretty similar. And funny. And smart! And all common sense-y.

Michael Moore just came on: bear hug with Elisabeth, friendly-ish hug with Joy, handshake with random guest Star Parker, and ... back tap with Barbara Walters. Give the man some love, B, is what we're saying.

AND! Toby Keith is a Democrat! We will say, and this is also insane, that the first summer we were non-stop in London we were so homesick that we listened to nothing but Toby Keith, and our British friends would be constantly "What the fuck?" We feel our world view is a little shaken up this morning. Toby Keith is a Democrat!

Okay, so not so much with The View live-blogging. Back to our regular coverage etc.

Oh!

Okay so we have watched this 1000 times plus or minus. Britain's Got Talent! Why can we not see this immediately, every day, here?

The Sopranos

Ooh, there were few things we loved more, but that ending. David Chase, honestly, screw you, too.

Above: The Sopranos on PAX

The End Is Nigh

First of all: We don't mind Wendy's, as far as our fast food is concerned. However: We hate this commercial. We