Review of Written on the Wind (1956) by Milhouse V — 02 Oct 2004

Thursday night I went to a club in Lincoln Park called Sauce with some friends. I had an allright time. But I still don't know why people only think they can have fun if they're drunk.

Friday night's Saved By The Bell drinking game was a great idea that was poorly executed. That is to say, I got written up. The game was fun- drink whenever there's latent homosexuality, anything 80s, Zach gets a bright idea, Zach freezes time, etc. Of course, our set list of rules quickly got added to, sometimes for a purpose (Kelly looking hot) and sometimes arbitrarily. However, we probably shouldn't have told so many people what we were doing, since at its peak, there were about 20 people in one dorm room. You could hear us from the other end of the hall. Therefore, getting written up was inevitable. Only a few of us took the hit; I could've ducked out, but I figured taking the fall was the right thing to do. Besides, the first time is meaningless. After that we tried going to a Party Against Bush party, but it was 21+. Sometimes, life does suck without an ID, regardless if you're that big into drinking or not. So, we just ran back to the dorm in the rain without our shirts on.

Highlights from Saturday's freaking awesome win against Ohio State:

- Seeing the random drunk guy at the Delt tailgate.

- Skipping out the back of said tailgate when somebody said that the cops were out front. Turns out it was just a rumor.

- Having the OSU fan in front of the stadium taunt us with "Hey, that purple you're wearing really brings out your... your... your..." as we walked by. Somebody shot back that we'd walk by again so he could finish.

- Arriving at the stadium an hour early and watching the student section fill up really fast (this NEVER happens).

- Being dramatically outnumbered. Our student section fits 5000. That's probably the freshman class size of OSU. It was almost a home game for them.

- Theorizing about lame chants that we never used ("$40,000... clap clap, clap clap clap").

- Taunting the guy in a red and black jacket who turned out to be an NU student. It was his only jacket, apparently.

- Having my heart almost stop multiple times as we almost blew the game on several occasions.

- WINNING.

- Storming the field and watching people attempt to tear down the goalposts. It looked like they were humping them. As it turns out, the goal posts are reinforced 40 feet underground.

- Walking back to campus and hearing my drunk roommate talk trash to every OSU fan he saw, including one the 13-year old and the 65-year old.

- Hearing the NU student in BK scream "I'm from Ohio, but guess what? Fuck Ohio State!" and then seeing the BK rent-a-cop, who had at least a foot and 100 pounds on the other guy, tap him on the shoulder.

Needless to say, it was a pretty wild night. So today I'm getting my work done and re-watching [b]Napoleon Dynamite[/b].

Braves advance to the NLDS to face Houston. Cubs stay home. In a way, I'm sorry we had to eliminate them, since the playoff atmosphere was great last year. But that's life. I'm calling Braves over Astros, by the way. They always choke in the postseason. Also, why are the Falcons good this year?

And I saw a movie, too. Douglas Sirk's [b]Written on the Wind[/b], which is both a great and a horrible movie. It's incredibly melodramatic and over-acted (Dorothy Malone won a freaking Oscar for this?), the music punctuates everything, and there's phallic symbolism to spare. It's a soap opera, all right, but it's done to perfection. There's no way you won't be entertained by it.