Lucy Jones

Emory University, Attended - , Class of , Other, Film Studies / English

cautionary tale

mentally recreating pivotal moments in my life and inserting snappier dialogue, driving vast distances, tiki bars, lamenting my unrealized potential (and then rolling over and going back to sleep), harebrained schemes, carbohydrate advocacy, amtrak, the lyrical stylings of r kelly

East of Eden, Valley of the Dolls, In Cold Blood, The Master and Margarita, Absalom Absalom!, Ham on Rye, The New Roadside America, anything that Flannery O'Connor or Dorothy Parker got it into their respectively genius heads to write, Elvis and Me, May this House Be Safe from Tigers, I Should Have Kissed Her More.

Any Huston/Bogart collaboration (especially Treasure of the Sierra Madre), Minnie and Moskowitz, The Big Country, all Nicholas Ray, Shock Corridor, any Godard that is in b/w + Pierrot le fou, Kitten with a Whip, Camille, Playtime, Rome Adventure, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, all Hal Ashby (except Shampoo), all Mike Nichols (no exceptions)

FRED ON XM RADIO (greatest damned invention EVER), Dismemberment Plan, Smiths, Psychedelic Furs, Billy Bragg, Modern Lovers, Stranglers, Fastbacks, Peggy Lee, Sugar (Copper Blue Period only), Mr. Elvis Presley, Devil Dogs, Jerry Lee Lewis (ask me about the time he hit on my mom), Replacements, Sondre Lerche, Clarence Carter, Rip Offs, Boomtown Rats, ADAM ANT

I'll watch anything. My lack of discrimination is appalling. I have an especially unnatural fondness for any reality show that repeatedly features the line 'The claws are starting to come out!' (hot tub scenes optional, but preferred)

Virgo

A weird mix of compassion and misanthropy.

I find the crushing weight of my love for Stellan Skarsgard to be alternately destructive and redemptive.

People with strong chins. People who think that 8 hours is a fairly insignificant drive time if there is an interesting example of 1950s programmatic architecture at the end of it. People who have never (and would never) use the word 'party' as a verb. People who can't sing but love karaoke. People who can suggest vegan restaurants in the Los Angeles area that I don't already frequent. People who exhibit a healthy (or, better yet: flagrantly unhealthy) appreciation for Harry Dean Stanton. People who think that Paradise Hotel was an important sociological experiment. People who use their grocery money to see movies. People who don't mistake kindness for naivete. Classy broads. Underdogs. Dennis Kucinich (sigh).