I am a movie lover. I love the experience of going to a movie theater to catch a good flick, I love the vibe of being in the audience, and I love watching that big, beautiful silver screen light up with life. My childhood is tied to movie theaters. My younger brother and I used to love scavenging five bucks out of the couch to get two matinee tickets and a small pop, then racing down the alley to the second-run theater in the stifling heat of summer. Our parents used to take us for long walks downtown that ended at the children's matinees. My second home in high school was the midnight movie theater. I have shelves of DVDs, and never rent less than a four-stack at Blockbuster.
Recently, I have been having a good month for movies, and yesterday, it came to a clumsy, crashing halt. razz So...I suppose a recap is in order.
April 1st/6th: Sin City. A glorious pulp orgy of violence, nudity and depravity lain like a thin veneer over characters with hearts of gold or brimstone. Gravelly voiced menfolk and delicious broads, straight-line suits and...um...straps. Lots of straps. Saw it twice, gonna see it again, and again, and again. There wasn't a single bit of film I didn't like in that flick. It was tight, it was exactly as it should have been, and I'm slavering for the score. It's a story told in the style of Pulp Fiction, four separate parts forming a semi-coherent whole. And I think I need to say it again. This is a FILM NOIR flick. There is RACISM, MISOGYNY, VIOLENCE and LOTS OF PEOPLE DYING. There are VERY GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE. I do NOT reccomend that people see this if they are not aware of what they're watching. But then, I'm a stickler like that.
April 2nd: Closer. Where Sin City was Sodom and Gommorah, spattered with black and tossed lightly with hell, Closer was about fluffy bunnies. Actually, I kid. It's a play-turned-movie, and obviously so, but well done. And it's about the almost adolescent mind games people play in their ongoing quests for sex and love. I can't in good conscience reccommend watching it for the lead performances. Jude Law and Julia Roberts (ESPECIALLY Julia Roberts) are solidly forgettable. In Closer, the people to watch are Clive Owen and Natalie Portman. Both turn in some dead solid performances in a movie that has to be carried by such-nothing else is going on but the drama between the main characters. It's a mindbender still, and I'm still working through the ending and what it means, but...yeah. No Jude and Julia. This one's all about Clive and Natalie. Seriously.
April 9: Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. Okay, okay, so you're probably doing the WTF? face, and thinking I'm off my rocker, because so far I've put in my 2 cents about a big explody violent movie and a very subtle character play, and now I'm onto a movie about a couple of stoned guys going for burgers? Eh, blow me. I enjoyed the hell out of this one. I was not baked, either. It was just funny. Completely random, barely coherent, but funny.
April 13: I heart Huckabees. There's no description of this movie that makes very much sense, but I've found a new career aspiration. I want to become an existential detective, because it looks like the most entertaining job in the world. Thank god for having a background in philosophy, or else the whole shebang would have made absolutely no sense. Best performers in this one had to be the trio of existential detectives.
And then the streak ended on April 15th with...Constantine. Best things about the movie? Transubstantiated Gabriel and Rachel Weisz in a wet, white shirt and a black bra (Yes, I am, in fact, a pig sometimes). I hope Hellblazer rests in peace after that heinous crime against filmmaking...
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