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Amie Jolie is a Dietrich fetishist and girl who might just make it after all who lives and watches in and around for New York. She’s never tossed her hat optimistically into the air, but only because she’s so very fond of her hats and wouldn’t want to do them a mischief. When not blathering on over here, she writes about movies and various other things, mostly at New York Cool.

In hopes of becoming the Samuel Pepys of the digital age (or perhaps it’s just a masochistic desire to be eternally chained to her laptop), she’s started blogging about what it feels like for a girl with issues at Bad Head, Great Tits.

Just Watch documents her attempt to watch 1434 movies before the end of the year 2012.

You can read about the origins of the list here and look at it by downloading it here.

AJ learned all the high falutin’ cinema stuff she knows from the very good people of the Cinema and Media Studies department at the University of Chicago. She left there with a degree in film and literature, one highly charged encounter with Barack Obama, and a love/hate relationship with hipsterdom. She would like you to know that she saw Dunston Checks In the theater, so she doesn’t think she’s better than anyone.

Sometime before all that, she was born on December 23, the same date as jazz trumpeter and exquisite singer Chet Baker, who she often considers her spiritual twin, although she has yet to develop his love of heroin. It’s highly probable that she’s one of the alien race of queer pop icons somehow descended from Oscar Wilde, as first revealed to a shocked universe in Todd Haynes’ 1998 documentary Velvet Goldmine. DNA test results are pending. They will probably also reveal that Mariane Faithfull is, indeed, AJ’s long-lost aunt.

Bursting through the placenta blissfully unaware that her parents were extreme Anglophiles of the Brideshead Re-Revisited era of the early ‘80s, she was subsequently raised on a radical diet of BBC programming, old Hollywood movies, opera and Broadway recordings, and far too much salmon mousse. This is probably responsible for her becoming the huge freak she is today, as well as for the rather farcical complications in her dating life.

As a result of her upbringing, elementary school, middle school, and high school were all (shockingly) not happy times for her, but she survived. This was mostly thanks to a few great real friends and her imaginary best friends Rickie and Rayanne from My So-Called Life, along with a series of extremely elaborate and nerdy Halloween costumes, which included Queen Elizabeth I of England, Sherlock Holmes, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

When not watching or writing, AJ likes to speculate about what goes on at the slumber parties held by the women of the United States and the hypothetical sex life of Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane. She likes runny cheese, leather-bound notebooks, dancing, funny boys with floppy hair and good manners, all the cool girls who write in creepy little journals, and the song “Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)” by Squeeze. She also likes to sing along to Neil Diamond’s “I am, I said” and jump up and down to the Black Eyed Peas’ “Let’s Get Retarded,” much to the bewilderment and consternation of her nearest and dearest.

Future AJ will be best known for her 60-minute biopic of blue-eyed soul singer Dusty Springfield and her 3 hour surrealist adaptation of Michel Faber’s novel The Crimson Petal and the White. She’ll also have a tattoo designed by close friend Marjane Satrapi. This will initially break her mother’s heart, but she’ll get over it once she thinks hard about it and realizes how fucking cool it is.

She’ll be involved with DJ/producer wunderkind/Mick Jones stepson Mark Ronson, but they’ll eventually split up when she realizes she’s not really all that keen on either a) Ibiza or b) the prospect of possibly having the Lohans as in-laws. They’ll remain friends, however, and he’ll produce her completely self-indulgent and unnecessary solo album, Sluts Like Us, which will eventually develop a very small cult following.

Future AJ will eventually live in unwedded bliss with Daily Show correspondent John Oliver. They’ll have frequent dinner parties with Zadie Smith and Nick Laird and Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon. Their relationship will hit a rough patch when Cary Grant returns from the dead and wants to whisk AJ away to live with him in Ingrid Bergman’s apartment from the film Indiscreet, but it’ll all work itself out in the end. They may have to precocious children, a daughter named Anaïs and a son named Didion, in which case they will definitely have an eccentric yet extremely affectionate male nanny called Ludovic.