Sunday, December 1, 2013



This Thanksgiving holiday was spent packing, in the Goldhollaman household. I got sucked into the vortex of looking through my box of all of the letters and notes and post cards and everythings people have written me since high school, like I always do every time I move. 90% of it was stuff from my high school boyfriend.

Sitting there, I kept thinking, this is it. I should bite the bullet. I'm 31 years old, married and buying a house and I'm going to move love letters from my high school boyfriend with me once again? That shit is weird. So I went downstairs to get a garbage bag, and Alex could tell by the look on my face that I was feeling "emotional."

Alex: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing just going through old letters and stuff. Going to throw most of it out.
Alex: Like what?
Me; You know, love letters from Dave.
Alex: That's your life. Don't throw that out.
Me: But isn't it weird to keep it?
Alex: No. That's your life. You need to keep that stuff.
Me: Ok. You're right.

So this blog post is about moving my box of various letters and things once again. One of them is very detailed hand written directions from Dave for how to get to the port authority to Arthurs which weirdly, or perhaps not so weirdly, I walk by all the time now since I work in the West Village. It also has the direction "you'll be going away from the twin towers" for how to get home. I'm really glad I kept it all these years.

Tonight I'm going to see the Rockettes with my beloved friend Dustin at Radio City, because after 9 years living here, there are still some touristy things that I will always love. Maybe that's the New Jersey girl in me- it's going to be almost exclusively "bridge and tunnel" people there tonight- how unsophisticated! But even though I've seen the show twice already, I know I'm going to love every gilded radio city minute of it. Before hand we're getting drinks at Bemelmans and then afterward going to peep at the Bergdorf Christmas windows! And then a late dinner downtown. (super hip, right?)

I just finished reading Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York and am psyching myself up to write my own essay on the topic (I think this blog post is a bit of a start.)

Okay, I literally have to run out the door RIGHT NOW!

xo
Sarah



Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Hey lil' cutie! Can I come live in you?

I've been waiting to do a blog post about this, because I was convinced that something would fall through, but Alex and I made an offer on a house in Maplewood, New Jersey, it was accepted, and now we are officially in contract! Our closing date is December 13!

Alex wouldn't want me to share anything until we actually live there, because he's always so convinced that good news will turn bad. But I decided, if something happens that makes us not get this house, then I'll just have to blog about it, because that will be one of the few things that will make me feel better. And if I think about what "being in contract" means in a non-doomsday way, it means that people want to sell us and only us their house! So... let's talk about it, shall we?

I'm so glad our search is finally over, and am beyond excited- I just want to live there already! Of course, I've gone from obsessively reading Trulia, to now obsessively reading design blogs (my favorites right now are: Making it Lovely, i suwannee, Manhattan Nest and Our Fifth House) and starting a "room designs" board on Pinterest. Here are some of my favorite pins so far:

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In case you haven't noticed, I like busy, bold and unique! Ultimate inspiration?

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I can't wait to share pictures of the inside of the house with you guys! I think I'm going to take some during our inspection.

Here are the things on my mind:

  • The living room has red walls! Do we want to keep the red walls? I'm leaning towards yes.
  • Will my grandmother's kitchen table fit in the kitchen?
  • Will we be able to turn the "non-working" fireplace into a working one? Because if you ask me, nothing is sadder than a non-working fire place.
  • OMG a yard!
  • OMG a finished basement!
  • OMG red front door!
  • OMG down town Maplewood is so cute! And we will be living a short and scenic mile from it!
In the mean time, I know there is annoying stuff to come. Right now, we're scheduling our inspection and have to start figuring out home insurance, but so far, I'm still in super excited mode. And also in, "holy moly- we're going to live in a place with more than two rooms" mode.

Surprisingly, the idea of owning feels much more special than I thought it would already. Knowing that we're not going to want to move in a few years and that the house has room to grow, is such a comforting feeling. I can't wait to blog more about this as we go through the journey of home ownership! In the meantime though, you'll probably find me on Pinterest.



Sunday, October 6, 2013






Over the summer, while seeing a movie alone at 11 am on a Tuesday or something decadent like that, I saw a preview for the movie About Time and remember thinking, "yes, I'd see that" (as I compulsively must decide after every single preview that I see. Are you guys the same way?) It looked like it was on the cheesy side but also on the sweet, sentimental and funny side too, and the preview mentioning that it was written and directed by the same person who did Bridget Jones's Diary and Love Actually was another plus for me.

While I know a lot of people have fanatical love for Bridget Jones and Love Actually, I just have a normal love for those movies, but a love none the less. I was in Ireland when I saw Love Actually (actually) it was almost Christmas and the first and only one so far that I didn't spend with my family. I remember sitting in the back of a small and dirty feeling theater in Limerick and crying when the "All I Want For Christmas" scene happened, because if you know my family, you know we love that song. So cue homesick waterworks.



Anyway, I kind of forgot about About Time but then was given tickets to go to a free screening and remembered how I totally wanted to see that movie anyway. Score! I ended up also going to this movie by myself, which - seriously guys, it's the best- and it totally exceeded my expectations!

Not only is About Time not as cheesy as I thought it was going to be,but it really stuck with me. I found myself thinking about it throughout the weekend (don't you love when that happens?) I didn't roll my eyes once! And it was also laugh out loud funny and tear inducing too. The best combination!

Here's the preview if you haven't seen it yet:


What do you think? Do you think you'll see it? It comes out in select theaters November 1 and everywhere November 8.  Here's the official website and Facebook page, for more details.


Can we talk about how much we love Richard Curtis's other movies in the comments too? And can't you see yourself being friends with Rachel McAdams? Did you have a slight moment of regret for not having a red wedding dress too? If you had to have a British dad, wouldn't you totally want it to be this guy?




 Let's chat. I miss you guys!


xo 

Sarah

Friday, September 13, 2013

Because I love this picture.

The first full week back at school is officially over and while it was exhausting it wasn't bad at all. This weekend is supposed to be perfect weather! Alex and I are having a picnic in prospect park with some friends who just had a baby named Cora (!) and then we're going to go back to Montclair on Sunday to re-look at a house we really liked.

Could it really be the one? Everyone keeps saying, "you'll know when you walk in." And while I really liked the house when I walked in, I didn't just know anything. I have a feeling that I'm not the "know when you walk in" type. I need to look at the trulia ad a million times to the point where everything is memorized, analyze the neighborhood via google maps, talk to a bunch of people about it for a week, realize I'm still thinking about it and then go back and look at it again and then still maybe not know. We'll see. Or maybe I am the "know when you walk in" type, and this isn't the one.

I'm now going to interrupt this post with links to things I like on the internet, not necessarily because that's what a lot of people blog about on Fridays, but because I feel like I want to tell you guys about cool stuff. So here goes:

This is the best essay I've ever read about abortion.

Alex and I are on the cover of this week's New Yorker (kind of.)

This is the saddest story about a house.

This Vine makes me love everything about life.

Best etsy shop ever?

Best thing on Youtube?

You should be listening to these podcasts: Holmes. Garlin. 

The thing about links posts is that I think I secretly view them as blog post cop outs. I should be writing a blog post about how much I love the medium of podcasts and their connection to radio and the internet, combining my love for the old and the new. Or how Vine reminds me of America's Funniest Home Video's and gifs and the same time, but in real time, and while they could be a total time suck, they also feel weirdly special. Or how I have no idea why listening to someone playing the flute over the 20th Century Fox theme song so makes me laugh so hard, but it does. But let's not talk about shoulds.

I was made aware of most of these links through Alex who is basically King of the Internet, or at least Mayor. (I like how I went from King to Mayor).

He hates when I share stuff about him, but too bad. If you liked these links, you should check out the podcast he will be doing soon. I'm thinking of it as a podcast for those of us who are not good at finding great things online on our own, but like enjoying the great things that are online.

I'm reading two books right now, the first is for work, since I will be doing a banned books curriculum with the 6th grade, called Places I never Meant to Be. It's a collection of short stories by censored young adult writers, edited and with an introduction by Judy Blume, of course. And it's really good. The second is what I guess would be called a self help book? Maybe pop- psychology- that I just started last night called Romancing the Shadow. My therapist recommended it and so far it's helping me think about how to be my authentic self. Something I'm always striving for. It very much connects your body and your mind (something my therapist has always done with me) and gotten me thinking about trying transcendental meditation as well.  This is starting to feel like another moment where I could try and write a longer post going deeper into these heavy issues, but look, it's Friday and it's 72 degrees out and sunny. So let's just end there. Have a great weekend everyone!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Today I went to vote and signed my name under someone else's! I walked into the auditorium of St. Cecelia's church with that feeling of nervous pride that I always get when going to vote. It's a mixture of getting all Lesley knope-ish and feeling overwhelmingly like a grown up at the same time.



So after the nice old lady told me what my district was, another nice younger lady found my name and told me to sign and I signed under the wrong name!

Me: Oh crap.

Lady: What?

Me: Um, I signed under the wrong name.

Lady:  Do you know who you are?!

To my defense, which I showed the lady and then the man that she called over, the name underneath mine was Shannon O'something and her signature was almost identical to mine! (Big S some squiggles, followed by a big O and more squiggles).

Me: Look at her signature! I thought it was mine.

The lady did agree that they were alarmingly similar and so did the man in charge who decided to just initial my crossed out mistake and if that other lady showed up to have her sign under my mistake. (I wonder if that was the official way to handle something like that. And I wonder if she ever showed up to vote)

Everyone in the whole auditorium laughed at me. Especially the old ladies. And it made me feel proud to be an American.

We looked at some houses with real estate agents this weekend and it went well! No dream house found yet, but we're getting a better handle on this whole house hunting thing and I think we're going to be able to find something special eventually. Right now we're feeling a lot of love towards Maplewood, but want to explore Montclair a little more too. Any readers familiar with either towns? I'd love to hear any thoughts in the comments! Also, thanks for the great comments on my first house buying post. I'm excited to keep you guys in the loop.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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Did you guys know that Barbara Streisand displays all of the wonderful things she's collected over the years in a mall in her basement in Malibu?

Barbara Streisand has a basement mall.

The mall also includes actual stores where she can buy new presents for her friends.
Along a cobblestone-paved, antique-lantern-lit “street,” a collection of turn-of-the-last-century-style shops beckons “customers” to step inside. Traffic is heaviest during screening parties, when the Sweet Shop does brisk business dispensing licorice, frozen yogurt, and popcorn to guests. Before going out to a dinner party or a friend's birthday, Streisand likes to duck into the Gift Shoppe to pick up a present—a soap dish or a pair of candlesticks—and tie it up with pretty ribbons at the wrapping table.
Other emporiums include the Antique Shop, the Antique Clothes Shop, and Bee's Doll Shop (in front of which she thoughtfully installed a bench for men to sit while the ladies are inside). The only items missing are the cash registers.
"You can do that if it's your own mall," Streisand explains to me on a September afternoon.

My friend Erika sent me an email with the subject line "Were you AWARE of this?" this weekend and the body containing just this link. http://www.harpersbazaar.com/_mobile/fashion/fashion-articles/barbra-streisand-house-photos#slide-1

Like Erika, no, I was not aware of this. However I find it fascinating, like most things about Babs tend to be.

I'm an old school Barbara fan, with most of my knowledge and love about her focusing on the movies The Way We Were and Funny Girl. I remember watching The Way We Were for the first time with my mom in high school, because she was like, "you need to see this movie!"and not being able to get over how much Robert Redford looked like Brad Pitt at the time! But also just thinking Katie was pretty cool.

And then of course, Sex and The City had their great The Way We Were homage with Carrie and Big in the episode where Big marries Natasha. I love the scene where Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte try to explain the movie to Samantha, that's how I feel right now explaining it to all of you!



I just watched it again. It's so good!

Anyway, the point of this post is to say, isn't it totally weird that Barbara Streisand has her own mall in her house, but also, isn't she super awesome? Yes, I say yes to all of those questions.

Also, when you google "Barbara Streisand's Basement Mall" you find out that someone wrote a play imagining what it would be like to work there, and I have to say, it actually looks pretty good.

In connection to all this, Babs just put out a book about all of her dream homes that she's lovingly decorated over the years. I think I'm putting it on my Christmas list. I know it's only September but as we all know:





Monday, August 26, 2013



My sister used the ALWAYS AMAZING videographers Magic Flute for her wedding and they just finished her highlights video! This short video captures the entire day so perfectly and I loved what they wrote about it on the Magic Flute Blog:
What can we possibly say that would do justice to the O’holla/Zelinka wedding? These guys could tutor young couples professionally on how to fall madly in love, throw a party, and dance until dawn. We felt like just another family member in this warm embracing crowd as we captured intimate moments among sisters, skated down a fairway, and watched several generations collectively boogie the night way. Thanks guys for an unforgettable day!

If you're like me, you'll watch it at least 50 times in a row and still want to keep watching again and again. As my sister Rachel put it, in an email: me after watching the vid 117 times:




So please watch below. This is what my family is like, pretty special right? So happy to welcome Tristan into our clan.


Emily & Tristan in York, PA from Magic Flute on Vimeo.

PS- If you haven't seen it or are dying to watch it for the 118th time. Here's our wedding video!
PPS- Bridesmaids!

Friday, August 23, 2013



You guys, Iceland! It was an amazing trip filled with:

sheep,



beautiful horses,


volcanoes,



waterfalls,



ridiculously clear water,



farmhouses in the middle of nowhere selling homemade sweaters,



and natural hot springs.



It was my first "girlfriends vacation" with my travel twin Lana (Aka Bitts.) Her Icelandic spirit animal is the sheep by the way, mine is the horse. But the story I find myself telling the most since I've been back seems to be Helga, the person we rented our apartment from. Or as Bitts and I affectionately dubbed her: Helgs.

You know how international flights from New York to Europe go. You're supposed to leave at midnight, but don't actually leave until 2 in the morning because the pilot calls in sick. You land at 11 in the morning there, but your body thinks it's 5 in the morning and you didn't really sleep on the plane at all. But when you land, you have the giddy, bordering on nausea feeling of staying up all night and being in another country! It's like being in college, except at an airport instead of in a dorm!

Our first stop was to pick up some wine to have at the apartment during the week from duty free. Because everyone kept telling us we'd pay $20 for a glass of wine or a beer in Iceland! And let's be honest, Bitts and I like our wine. Especially when hot tubs are involved (which they were.) We ended up going to three duty free shops and picking out different wine all three times in the confusing (especially to a sleep deprived person) Iceland airport. Did you know you can only buy from certain duty free shops depending on whether you are coming or going in the airport?

Anyway, we picked up our car, and finally made it to our place where we met up with Helgs to get the keys. The next twenty minutes or so consisted of a lot of head nodding as Helgs explained all of the locks and keys, demanded we log into the wifi and get on our hands and knees to work the hot tub, complained about her last guests using all of the towels and gave us very detailed instructions on how to use a basic coffee maker. We just were not clicking with Helgs! It felt like she was yelling at us the entire time and we were tired and confused. I realized later, during my love affair with Iceland, that sleep deprived Americans just aren't used to the Icelandic way yet. Just because someone isn't smiling and telling you to have a nice day all the time, doesn't mean they don't like you.

But at that point, I just wanted  Helgs to go away, so when she asked if we'd like a little tour around town in her car, just to point out some basics for us, I almost said no. Luckily, in my hesitation, Bitts said, sure! And that is when we had our Helgs turning point. We drove around with her for about a half an hour and it really gave us a sense of where we were and was very helpful. Here are things we got to know about Helgs during that car ride:
  • Her favorite actor is Tom Hanks, who incidentally Bitts HATES. 
  • Her daughter's favorite actor is Tom Hanks too!
  • Her daughter is good friends with George Harrison's son and went to his wedding where she met Paul McCartney, and you guessed it, Tom Hanks.
  • Helgs is a real name dropper.
  • She went to a Jethro Toll concert not that long ago
  • Yoko Ono comes to Iceland all the time.
And then we drove by what is either the only jail in Iceland or the only jail in Reykjavik, I forget, and Helgs goes "that's the only jail, it's mostly filled with Polish people. Is the door open? See look, the door's open (it actually was) they're about to feed them a catered meal."

Bottom line: We didn't really know what she was talking about, but she totally redeemed herself and we kept bringing her up the entire trip! Saying things like, remember when Helgs told us the jail is filled with Polish people? 

I guess the point of this blog post is to say that vacations are funny, and that everybody loves Tom Hanks. (Except for Lana).


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Hi my name is Sarah, and I can look at real estate listings online for 4 hours in a row, nice to meet you! Alex and I have suddenly found ourselves in the position where we might be able to buy an apartment or a house, if we are lucky. We are finally in the position to be that married couple in love, who want to have a kid eventually, and house hunting. Doesn't that sound romantic?

Isn't that what you picture too? Also this.

So why do we both keep feeling the alternating emotions of dread, despair, anxiety and malaise on a rotating basis every 15 minutes? I think it's because we're both a little "high strung" by nature. And while in my mind, high strung couples are like this:




They're also like this:



with the ability to look at real estate listings for four hours straight and feel like we have absolutely no idea what we are doing. I'm talking "in my pjs, with nothing in my stomach but a cup of coffee, zombie in front of the computer screen," straight, because I can't seem to think about anything else.

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But just now, I had a thought over my favorite 1PM summer breakfast of soft-boiled eggs, avocado toast, smoked salmon and coconut water. (I know, mmmm, right?)

And that thought was: I should blog about this.

Now, those of you who have told me you miss my blog are probably saying:


And thank you for missing me, I miss you too. I was sort of going through this, "I don't want to share my life online" phase. And it was working because nothing was really bothering me for a while. I felt like I kept posting about my fabulous weekends, which is fun sometimes, but I hate reading blogs that just post about fun times they're having all of the time. They get boring, and I didn't want to write that blog. So in the meantime, my sister got married, I took a trip to Iceland, Lake Huron and California, I worked on my novel, did some fun city day trips, read books and watched movies, and didn't tell you guys about any of it.

Then Alex and I decided we're definitely going to have a kid eventually- but I didn't want to tell anyone. Then we decided we want to try to buy a place to live- but I didn't want to tell anyone. Then we thought, we're even going to look in New Jersey (!)- but I didn't want to tell anyone.

Well, over toast and eggs this afternoon, I decided I should tell everyone. Because I think it will make me feel better. Here is a list of the million and 20 things going on in my house hunting head:

  • Is there a good public school system near by?
  • What is better, living in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn in a small apartment, or living in a nice neighborhood in NJ, in a house with a long commute to work?
  • Can we really afford this?
  • Change is scary!
  • Taxes (NJ) and maintenance fees (NY) are total bummers.
We've been pre-approved for a mortgage, but that didn't make us feel anymore secure. So far we're not really working with an agent, just going to open houses and looking online. Can anyone explain to me what exactly "working with an agent" means even? Also it feels like every damn place we show the tiniest interest in is suddenly "in contract." It's like on one hand, people are telling you to think this decision through, don't rush into anything and on the other it feels like if we don't put a bid on something immediately it will be in contract by the time we decide to.

So, I'm going to take a deep breath, remember that this is a really good problem to have and feel some gratitude,


and hope that you guys write some reassuring, advice filled thoughts in the comments. That is, if you're still following and reading my blog. I hope that you are because it feels good to be back.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

This is me laying on the floor of our balcony and reading after a delicious dinner that was eaten on the balcony. Also, please note my adorable jogging outfit, that I jogged in. The book I just started today is The History of Love by Nicole Krauss and I love it already.
Hi everyone! Can you believe it's june? As someone who works on the school schedule this might be my favorite month of the year, the one that I've been working towards for what seems like so long. But then when I think about the "rest of the world" schedule, as in looking at the year starting in January, I'm like, what? It's June? I'm still getting used to writing 2013 on my rent check every month!

As school is starting to wind down, I'm looking forward to summer reading and hopefully more blogging and definitely more novel writing. This past weekend I ran both Saturday and Sunday, went to the beach and worked on my writing. It was such a perfect taste of summer and I loved every sweltering second of it. Things like buying corn on the cob, apricots and organic strawberries at Trader Joes and hanging up damp beach towels on the balcony to dry are making me so happy right now.

Although as someone with the summer off, I sometimes get a crazy feeling towards the end of the school year where I stress about summer being over before it's even started! There are only so many weekends! Every time I express this to someone, this is the response I usually get:

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This summer is going to be so amazing though, because my sister is getting married and I can not even wait. The O'Holla family's about to get emotional come July 27, cause that's just how we do. Bring on the happy tears!

A genius on etsy is selling these http://www.etsy.com/listing/112383164/funny-bridesmaid-gift-no-ugly-cry-hanky
So, just wanted to check in with a random Sunday night stream of consciousness post. Probably going to watch some arrested development now. Thanks for reading! xo


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Here is a picture of my 5K team being the driest we've ever been in our entire lives:


An hour or so before the big 5K this Saturday  team Crush Cancer with Carolyn gathered from all corners for the country, across generations, with matching shirts and a variety of cute to ugly but sensible sneakers (I put my beloved Brooks in the later category) to run down the Atlantic City boardwalk and back for 3.1 miles. (Don't forget that .1!) I don't know about you, but this is what I'd been picturing in my head for the past 9 weeks:



Image found via googling "woman jogging in the sun."

The sun on my shoulders, a view of the ocean from the dry wooden boards of the board walk. And yet, this was the reality:


Literally, right as the run was about to start, it started to drizzle then rain and then pour and continue to pour for the rest of my life. You guys, my contacts almost fell out at one point, and that only ever happens if I open my eyes underwater! Here is a reenactment of me running a 5K underwater, AKA losing my mind:


Let's just say, this really hard thing that I'd been training for and psyching myself up for for 9 weeks ended up being way harder than I thought it would be. Apparently, when my sister came up to me right before mile 1, I yelled "I'm fucking miserable! This is the worst thing ever!" I am taking this opportunity to blame my f-bomb on the rain.



But guess what? I ran the entire time! Mainly because I was able to convince myself that even though I thought walking in the rain would feel better than running in the rain, it wouldn't. And you guys, when I say "rain" I mean "pouring rain," every time in this post. Here is me not giving up when I really wanted to:


When I hit the 3 mile mark, my sister Emily, who had already finished with a personal best time of 28:09, found me in the crowd and ran me home. It was the longest and best .1 mile of my life and Emily was my rain soaked encouragement fairy leading my way as I crossed the line. At 33:11 minutes! Another rain soaked fairy was Carolyn. She ran this 5k with brain cancer, grace and strength  What a hero! I was so proud to be part of her team.

My cousin had organized a lunch for the team afterwards, but my totally clueless and in denial of rain family, did not bring a change of cloths. Luckily, this resulted in the buying of on sale matching track suits from a Tropicana Casino gift shop. Pair that image with copious amounts of Italian food and you will know that all is right with he world.

Post-rain Soaked Encouragement Fairy and her fiance.

So look, I'm going to keep doing this running thing, and sign up for another 5K, but I'm not ready to say I like it yet. I"ll do it, but I've earned the right to complain about it the entire time and drop at least one f-bomb during the race if I feel like it. And that is the story of my first ever 5K.

Friday, May 10, 2013


The highly anticipated (by me at least) Great Gatsby movie comes out today! And while I can't see it until next week, I thought I'd repost the obsessive analysis I did for the trailer today, to get us all in the mood once again. Will you see it? Will you love it? Will you hate it? Did you see it by the time you read this? Tell me all about it in the comments ladies!

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If you were a freshman girl in high school who considered herself "literary" in 1996, chances are you were obsessed with Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet just like I was.  The movie had post-Angela-Chase Claire Danes (looking totally adorbs in angel wings) and quintessential 90s-dreamboat- Leonardo DiCaprio- a name that often made me think of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I was a child of the 80s after all) so I affectionately passionately referred to him as Leo.  My boyfriend. And still do.

In 2012,I have not grown out of my love for either of these actors or for Baz Luhrmann.  While I never became a fan of Moulin Rouge or Australia, I saw Strictly Ballroom not that long ago and absolutely loved it.

I remember my high school English teachers rolling their eyes at new version of Romeo and Juliet- insisting that the Zeffrielli film was the real classic (I could't get over how horribly "70s" it felt) and I've often wondered if I saw Claire and Leo for the first time as an adult, if I would have even liked it.  Because after seeing the trailer for The Great Gatsby, I'm suddenly siding with my English teachers and I don't' know what to do.

I want to LOVE this movie.  But already the soundtrack is totally throwing me off.  And while Leo is still so totally my boyfriend and Carey Mulligan is super cool, I'm just not so sure what I think.  Well, actually I know exactly what I think and plan on giving you my analysis (highly scientific) of the trailer right now.  First, if you have't yet, watch it:



Okay, now for my highly analytical opinion.  Firstly, look, I'm not saying I'm against this really, but how is this a real thing.  This is "New York 1922"? Um...really?


Moving on. Obligatory Baz Luhrmann fire works.  Gatsby:


Romeo + Juliet


I like Toby McGuire's voice over and I like Carey Mulligan saying "Gatsby, what Gatsby?" But, and here's where I'm going to sound old, Jay-Z and Kanye? I don't' really get it. It's not really putting me in flapper mood. I am into the second song though- Jack White's cover of U2's Love is Blindness.

Why, hello boyfriend.


Now here's the part that made me mad.  Carey Mulligan says "You always look so cool.  The man in the cool beautiful shirts."  My first reaction was, no way.  Daisy would never had said, "you always look so cool."  So I Googled that line.  Turns out she does say it and it's actually one of the most famous lines in the novel, because it is what she says when Tom Buchanan realizes that she is in love with Gatsby.  However, she does not say it during the scene when Gatsby is showing her his collection of  imported shirts (also an extremely famous scene)- she says it over lunch.  And it is not followed by "the man in the cool beautiful shirts."

So why Baz?  Why use the most famous line in the book- use it in the trailer even, but then totally change it.  I just don't get it!  Is anyone else upset about this? Or do I sound crazy?  Also, as a side note, in the book, Daisy is obviously referring to Gatsby's temperature (even though what's really happening is that she is saying she loves him) not using the slang world "cool." However, in the trailer you get the feeling that she's telling him he looks cool in the modern sense of the word.


Okay, yes, I'll admit it, I wish my hair had looked like this for my wedding.


As all hell starts to break loose, all I can find myself thinking is, a rained soaked Leo is one of the best kinds of Leos. Gatsby:


Romeo:


So things go crazy, we get a cover shout out- which I like


and then LOL Giant bottle of champagne boy!

And that's about it!  So what do you think? I'm obviously going to go see it!  And I want to like it, but we shall see.  Do you think Baz Luhrmann intends to go through the entire cannon of high school required reading?  The Cather in The Rye?  Of Mice and Men? My Antonia? All set to a distractingly modern sound track?  Who knows?