In writing this post, I am going to reveal just how pathetic my life really is. Because last night while all the hip cats were out sipping tequila shots out of each other’s navels, my friend Tracy and I went to see a movie. This wouldn’t be embarrassing, except that our choice in movies happened to be one that was populated by hoards of hormone-laden tweens. So when I tell you what movie we paid to see, keep in mind that our choices were severely limited and it IS the #1 movie right now. We can’t be the only ones who got sucked in.

So, out with it… we went to see Disturbia. (The star is a kid named Shia LaBeouf; his name alone makes you want to watch, doesn’t it? Imagine going through life with that name and actually becoming successful! It’s a miracle.) It actually wasn’t a terrible movie, despite the out of control giggling, flirting, shrieking, seat-changing teenagers in attendance. What is with the constant seat changing? Is this some new flirting tactic, or just a symptom of ADD? Anyway, I digress. The movie is about a troubled kid under house arrest with voyeuristic tendencies; after doing a great deal of spying (mostly on the hot bikini-clad neighbor) he begins to think his neighbor is a murderer. Kinda like “Rear View Window”, if it were directed John Hughes.

The reason I’m mentioning Disturbia here is that the house, featured very prominently in the  movie (since Shia can’t leave it, lest his ankle bracelet notify the cops) is a beautiful L.A. Craftsman bungalow full of Stickley furniture and a few really amazing light fixtures. I spent half the movie watching the background, rather than the stars. The kitchen, porch, front yard and an upstairs bedroom are all featured prominently. Unfortunately, I can’t dig up any pictures of the house. Apparently everyone else is more interested the bikini chick. But if you’re a bungalow owner looking for inspiration, grab this movie when it comes out on DVD!