Life Lessons from Bill Murray

Vulture have brought us an article called 7 Steps to Living a Bill Murray Life and it is as fantastic as it sounds. Murray is an extravagant and eccentric genius both in life and in comedy. He lives his life how those cheesy posts on Pinterest tell us we’re supposed to; treating each day as his last, appreciating the little moments and prioritizing happiness. Matt Damon told the story of how Murray hopped on a train to Prague in the middle of the night before the Berlin Film Festival because he ” had never been” and was back to work first thing the next morning. He is often in the news for having crashed bachelor parties, engagement photo shoots, concerts and karaoke bars. He’s been known to start bar tending at events, quote quirky Japanese guidebooks to sushi chefs and sit on 97 year old women’s laps. When he crashes a party he doesn’t just show his face and have a drink, he imparts some of the best wisdom a person could ask for in that it’s both hilarious and true.

Murray lives his life to the full with great stories and better friends whom he always takes the time to acknowledge. When the idea of an all-female ghost busters cast came into play, Murray made some recommendations including his St. Vincent co-star Melissa McCarthy, SNL actress Kristen Wiig, Freaks and Geeks girl Linda Cardellini and Superbad‘s Emma Stone. He said he liked the idea of an all-female cast because “there are some funny girls out there”.

The living legend thinks autographs are boring and instead opts to make slow-mo walking movies with his fans. He doesn’t have an agent but uses a voicemail service that people can leave pitches on. The only reason he did the movie Garfield was because he thought it was written by Joel Coen of the Coen brothers not Joen Cohen of Evan Almighty. His reason for Garfield 2: A Tale of Two Kitties has yet to be explained. His wonderfully odd behavior comes from a self awareness of his status, and when he walks into the diner your eating in, sits down in front of you and takes some fries of your plate you can be assured that you will be left with the parting line “No one will ever believe you“.

His rapport does not stop with his fans or his co-stars but with friends within the industry such as David Letterman. Murray has been interviewed on the show numerous times and each time he has brought a sense of occassion; dressing up as a jockey, Peter Pan and Liberachi. He’s ticked off his bucket list, gone dumpster diving and put his “bum leg” up as a talking piece. The man is as entertaining as a character can get, and is perhaps the most inspirational living legend around as he reminds us all not to be like him but to remember to be ourselves. “So what’s it like to be me? You can ask yourself, What’s it like to be me? You know, the only way we’ll ever know what it’s like to be you is if you work your best at being you as often as you can, and keep reminding yourself: That’s where home is.”



After a recent trip to the Guinness Storehouse in Dublin, I’ve been reminded how fantastic some of their adverts have been and compared to most of the ads on TV these days, they seems even more important to share. Here are a few of my favorites.

Movie Review: Blue Caprice

Alexandre Moors is a brave man; for his first ever feature film he picked a highly sensitive topic based on the true events of the Beltway snipers with real life footage and 911 calls. The seemingly random shootings occurred in Washing, D.C, Maryland, and Virginia in October 2002, killing ten people and critically wounding three others. For the role of the older sniper, John Allen Muhammad, Moor chose Isaiah Washington, an actor who was famously chased out of Hollywood after making some extremely homophobic remarks to a fellow cast mate. For the role of the younger sniper, Lee Boyd Malvo, Moor found Tequan Richmond, a young man whose body of work mostly consisted of TV spots. Despite all of this, Blue Caprice is a striking piece with two stand out performances and a chilling end.

The opening sequence of the film is filled with gritty realism: we hear terrified and confused witnesses calling the police to report shootings in gas stations, gardens and park benches. We see grainy video of the crime scenes, the police, and the victims. After so many shootings, natural disasters and terrorist attacks have occurred throughout the US as of late, the crime footage begins to hit close to home and the audience feels distinctly on edge. However, this dark reality is soon lifted as Moor transports us to the beautiful Caribbean where we meet John and his children playing happily on a beach. He appears to be the a fantastic father , which is why Lee, freshly abandoned by his mother, follows him. Lee puts himself into life-threatening danger from which John saves him. Was Lee testing John or was he suicidal? Moor knows better than to answer that question and so the complicated and deeply psychological relationship between the two begins.

blue-caprice-gunJohn brings Lee to America and the two find a father-son type relationship in each other. It soon becomes clear that John is not all that he seems to be: he has no place to call his own, his relationships with women are tumultuous, and he is constantly short on cash. Lee on the other hand stays silent, a thoughtful boy who shows undeniable awe and obedience to a man he’s only just met. It is at this point that we meet John’s good natured, redneck, friend Ray (Tim Blake Nelson) and his wife Jamie (Joey Lauren Adams). In Ray’s home we see John tell stories and drink beer with his neighbors, we watch Lee feed and care for Ray and Jamie’s baby, and ultimately we see two terrorists living not in some foreign compound but an ordinary American home. These men stroll down our streets, shop in our supermarkets and eat burgers from our fast food joints. Perhaps it is this, combined with the randomness of the killings that make the entire case so chilling.

Isaiah Washington plays this complicated role to perfection; he saves the life of a drowning boy only to later abandons him in the woods with no means of escape as part of a psychotic endurance test. Washington’s performance is haunting as he strikes the seemingly impossible balance of psychotic killer and ordinary father. Tequan Richmond is equally as impressive in his role as the innocent turned monster. He is sweet, deprived of love, and aching for attention; he holds a childlike persona throughout the film.  While being tied to the tree, his voice shakes as he asks what he did wrong, quietly begging his “father” to stop. His fear, his inability to fight back, and his absolute panic at being left alone are all present in his voice as he unleashes heartbreaking screams. These screams make it easy to forget that Lee to is a monster.

Despite these impressive performances, it seems that the film’s direction faltered at times with numerous gaps appearing throughout the plot. For all their obsessive studying and training, the two snipers seem to spend more time making over their car then they do planning the murders. Eventually we stop seeing reason or explanation for any of the character’s actions. Why does Ray put up with his clearly troubled friend? Why did the men decide to travel? Did they find kill spots at random or did they plan it out? On the one hand, I understand that this feeling of uncertainty is pressed upon the audiences on purpose; one of the most terrifying aspects of this case is the fact that there was no solid reasoning behind it. All the victims were innocent, there was no payment, no religious belief or cause, no real reason at all meaning there was no real way to prevent it. On the other hand, the film presents the killing spree as a largely rushed montage compared to the carefully constructed introduction.

I attended a screening of Blue Caprice, followed by a Q&A with Isaiah Washington and Alexandre Moors. When asked what message the film held, Moors replied: “I won’t answer that. The deepest truths of a film go deeper and deeper. You go find it.”  He did however explain that the issue of violence in the US is certainly troubling. He wanted to explore why it is that “people embrace violence so easily” as well as our fascination with the “two gunmen’s descent into darkness.” Ultimately though, he explains the film as being incredibly open, like a puzzle with missing pieces that we must fill in. Washington agreed as he said each time he read a part of the script he found something new. Furthermore, he concluded that he believed the film to be about love: “whether its unrequited, refused, [or] toxic, it’s about love.”

- Sinann Fetherston

RIP Joan Rivers


“When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action…I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonley.” I want to look gorgeous, better even than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé’s.”

Witches and Bitches

Guys, stop trying to make Hocus Pocus happen! It’s not going to happen! Variety has confirmed that Tina Fey is set to produce a movie about witches but it’s not what you think...

“Sorry, “Hocus Pocus” fans — Tina Fey is not producing a sequel to the cult 1993 comedy. Instead, Fey is said to be in talks with Disney to produce and star in a currently untitled movie that is centered around witchcraft but is unrelated to the Bette Midler laffer.”

Despite our disappointment at not seeing the Sanderson sisters back on our screens, we are insanely excited to see what Tina Fey can do with a little witchcraft. You can mourn the loss of the Hocus Pocus/Mean Girls mash-up you had envisioned while looking at some of the amazing memes Beamly has blessed us with. They’re so fetch.





 – Sinann Fetherston

Pervert hacks woman’s privacy and exploits her for money.


Headlines everywhere broke last night stating that nude photos of Jennifer Lawrence had been “leaked”, that her scandalous snaps had “surfaced” and that the Hollywood starlet had been “exposed”. This is bullshit. Every single one of those headlines leads to victim blaming. The unjust attitude that the media has towards women has once again reared it’s ugly head as a young woman’s privacy has been violated. Jennifer Lawrence did not post these photos, she did not publicize her private life, and for the record, the photos are far from “scandalous”.

A young woman took some photos with someone she was happy to take photos with. It’s as simple as that. So why is it her name thats been pulled into the spotlight? The photos in questions weren’t “leaked” as people like to call it; they were stolen. They were published on the internet without consent. A crime was committed. So why have I yet to read “Pervert hacks woman’s privacy and exploits her for money” as a headline?


Well, actually, I can. I just have to look outside of traditional media and turn to social media. In fact, It’s almost scary how different the headlines become. Of course there are still an immeasurable amount of tweets about JLAW and her anatomy, but there are also countless writers speaking on her behalf. While many newspapers, magazines and blogs are selling the “Jennifer Lawrence’s is naked” angle, many social media personalities are tweeting and blogging in her defense. Twitter’s trending hashtags in regards to the actress include #JenniferLawrenceWeSupportYou and #JenniferLawrenceIsStillQueen. Feminist Frequency tweeted an article called “Why you shouldn’t click on the naked photos of Jennifer Lawrence”; The Daily Dot wrote about “How not to respond to Jennifer Lawrence’s leaked nudes”, and even big names like Yahoo Lifestyle UK have said ” Nude Photos aren’t the issue here, it’s hacking and iCloud security” which leads to another conversation all together. 

“You can’t get it down from the cloud?!” asks Cameron Diaz? “Nobody understands the cloud! It’s a fucking mystery!” yells Jason Seagal.

This movie, set out to be a comedy, is fast becoming a harsh reality for some celebrities and a terrifying possibility for others. The security of Apple and their iCloud is being called to question, because when you think about it, it’s not just celebrities who have to worry. Just how much information are we giving over to our computers? And how easily can that information be shared? The internet and all its wondrous technology is a relatively new and incredibly powerful phenomenon, and as the saying goes “With great power, comes great responsibility.” We give our bank details, work notes, e-mail passwords and personal photographs to our phone without a second thought. We tell ourselves that living online is a necessity to survive in today’s quickly progressing world. So when do we stop to think for ourselves? When is our Matrix moment where we stop to ask who is the man behind the curtain? Honestly, George Orwell must be rolling in his grave shouting “I told you so!” by now.

So how do we ask the question? How do we stop Big Brother? Do we avoid sharing intimate moments such as photos with those close to us? After all it’s not just Jennifer Lawrence who has been targeted. Actress Mary Elizabeth Winstead tweeted who tweeted about the troubles she’s had since the hacker violated her privacy.

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Perhaps the answer lies in tightening up our security? But to what extent? If one person can create software, another one can hack it. Do we all vow to not look at another leak? I’m pretty sure human curiosity wipes that option out. Honestly, I don’t have a solution, but I’m absolutely sure that criticizing the victim of a hacking while praising the criminal, a person who calls themselves “a collector”, with Tweets such as “You the real MVP” is the wrong way to go about it. 





- Sínann Fetherston