Don't leave home without MILK!

No, we’re not talking about the benefits of vitamin D or a new hangover remedy. This handy little acronym is all you need before a big night out. Our friend and then college roommate, Jill, came up with it to remember everything she needed before a night out. It stands for:
Money
ID
Lipstick
Keys

To this day, we use say it to ourselves as we’re stuffing our cute cocktail bag on our walk out the door. What about your cell phone, you may ask? Well, she came up with this—ahem—in the days before cell phones were ubiquitous. MILCK, anyone?

Need something small enough to take out with the girls and big enough to carry your MILCK? JSG loves Lauren Merkin clutches, we've got a few between us that we share on our girls' trips- denim, brown leather and gold sequin. We couldn't resist this fuscia color for spring. Can you? Click here for details.

they're all gonna laugh at you

So have you seen the trailer for the Prom Night remake yet?



Obviously it bears very little resemblance to the original film, which is fine but begs the question "If this 'remake' bears so little resemblance to the original film, why not come up with a new title and make the movie totally fresh and exciting?"

The title doesn't really matter, however- I couldn't be less anticipatory about this PG-13 effort. Judging by YouTube comments such as "now im scared to go 2 prom", though, it seems that the target demographic may, in fact, be excited about it. I am so not Prom Night's target demographic. I know that horror films have virtually always catered to the teen market, but that doesn't make me any less bitter about it...nor does it make the film look like any less of a stinker.

I realize that it's not really fair to rag on a movie before one has seen the thing, but I just have this feeling, you know? That it'll be lame. Making a positive out of a negative, though (as I always do), I've come up with two ways in which the Prom Night remake can be rendered significantly better.

THE PROM NIGHT REMAKE WILL BE 88% BETTER IF:

THE PROM NIGHT REMAKE WILL BE 100% BETTER IF:

The Best Lip Balm Ever

We always love a good lip balm—anyone who has ever flown on a plane knows that it’s a must-have on a long, dry flight. During the height of the liquid restrictions, we even went so far as to sneak a sample size of Aquaphor through security in our pants pockets. (Hopefully, no one from TSA is reading this now.) Fortunately, you can bring liquids on board these days—but still only in limited amounts, so finding a product that does double and triple duty is still key.

When we were at the Bendel’s Beauty Breakfast last week, we were introduced to our new all time fave lip balm (drum roll, please): Beauty Rehab Rose Salve. It’s a very light liquid balm with rose oil and shea butter that goes on silky smooth. It’s also touted to be excellent at softening cuticles, soothing sore noses post a cold and even as a split end tamer (we’ll let you know once we test that one out). What we can tell you definitively is that it smells wonderful and makes our lips feel super soft. And—Posh and Becks are already fans. (We’re not ashamed to say we liked their reality show and love them!)

It’s from the folks who brought us Liparazzi (the lip gloss that lights up) and available online here and at NYC's Henri Bendel.

last night rules!

SCENE: a bar

ME: I totally loved you in Friday the 13th Part VIII.

KELLY HU: Oh my God! Who are you?

It's highly possible that I was the first person to mention Jason Takes Manhattan to Ms. Hu in quite some time, to say the least. She told me all about the shoot and when I suggested she consider bringing back the criss-crossed suspenders look, she replied "What was I thinking?"

She's kind of awesome.

In other news, so is beer.

On Our Radar: Shape Up In Morocco!

We’re pretty sure calories ingested over 100 miles away from home don’t actually count, so here’s hoping a workout thousands of miles from home doesn’t actually feel like one. Either way, we can’t imagine a more exotic setting to get in bikini shape than at a Kasbah in Marrakech, Morocco. A few of our luckier friends have already signed up for the Escape To Shape program that runs March 20 to May 17 and are trying to convince us to join. Included in the week long program are belly dancing and yoga lessons, massages and facials and trips into the marketplace where you can buy everything from leather goods, to silver jewelry to hand-stitched rugs.

You don’t have to twist our arm—especially when you add that the resort is set in a scenic desert setting nestled in the side of the Atlas mountains, local cuisine, like hummus and couscous, and Berber tents where we can have mint tea or take afternoon naps. Sign us up! For more info, click here.

awesome movie poster friday- the GOBLIN edition!

You may notice that these aren't technically movie posters- rather, they're LP covers. However, when searching for Argento posters last week I came across many a sweet Goblin soundtrack cover and they just wouldn't be ignored, so there. I do what I feel like!

Middle three Dawn of the Dead and the razor wire Suspiria for the win.

eye shmeye

Once upon a time, I saw The Eye. I then tried to write a review and found that I simply...couldn't...do it. Nothing positive came to mind, nothing negative came to mind; in fact, just a bunch of nothing came to mind. Usually I find I have something to say about a film, but in this instance I couldn't muster much more than "Well, I saw it."

A couple of days ago I caught a screening of the American remake starring Jessica Alba as the violinist who, upon receiving dual corneal transplants, sees dead people. I had largely the same reaction I had to the 2002 Hong Kong version: "Well, I saw it." This time, however, I think I can at least put my finger on why the movie most people seem to find oh so scary doesn't do it for me.

The secret ingredient in any delicious roast is YELLING.

See, there's no sense of urgency or danger during the film. Yeah, Sydney (Alba) sees ghosts. But...they don't threaten her or anyone she loves. They don't hurt her. They don't really do much of anything except freak her out- which works, maybe, three times for the audience. Essentially The Eye is 80 minutes of jump scares and then, once Sydney figures out what's going on, there are ten decent minutes of action and plot.

In The Ring and Ju-On, for example, you really don't want to see ghosts because the ghosts want to kick your ass dead. In The Eye, the ghosts simply hang out. The first time a dead boy asks if you've seen his report card, it's creepy. The fifth time he asks, it's fucking annoying.

The last ten minutes of the film, when Sydney deduces that her 'curse' actually allows her to see the future and so she goes about attempting to prevent death and destruction has been done before to much greater effect in films such as The Dead Zone and Final Destination. Here, I find it's too little, too late.

As best as I can remember from the original, this remake seems to be almost a carbon copy with the exception of those last ten minutes. Jessica Alba is serviceable as Sydney, I guess, but her character is so underdeveloped that a pretty sock puppet would probably be equally as serviceable. In fact, the whole affair is serviceable...yet ultimately forgettable. While the original version didn't thrill me, it did have a bit more gusto- but there's no surprise there.

I've seen you twice now, The Eye, and we just didn't hit it off. It's not you, it's me...other people seem to think you're lovely, and I'm sure you'll have plenty of suitors when you open on February 1. Sorry, though, babe- this bird's gotta fly. You get no strike three with me!