my friends and i watched michael phelps and the us team win the freestyle.
the last american guy came from behind at the last minute to make a record and beating the french team by .004 seconds if i'm not mistaken
it was a pretty exhilarating moment honestly, made humorous by the fact that half an hour prior there was a little blurb in the bottom of the screen saying "29 minutes to michael phelps!" with a picture
but as he exulted in yet another gold medal (he's trying to break the record with 8 at one season of Olympic games) i found myself admitting that michael phelps is kind of a babe. i'm falling under his spell. the spelps!
and
i just watched be kind rewind
it is a nice little film that completely wrecks you with the situation the kooky characters end up in and then redeems you just as completely with the power of cinema
it's really just a love letter to the movies and to truly independent filmmaking
i cried it was so charming and it really made me wish i lived in a neat little town that all banded together to make movies
the story about my friends trying to buy blunts from a woman who didn't understand "up" coming tomorrow
(image homoerotically stolen from michael's official website)
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