Hold on a sec. [footsteps, door slamming, car starting- returning, sits down out of breath, wearing a collector's Mamma Mia t-shirt, baseball cap, and pennent]
Fewwwf. God, what a rush. I totally didn't think Mery Streep was gonna do "Super Trouper" but then BAM- Second Encore! God, sooooooo awesome.
Did someone tell them Mamma Mia was in theaters? I bet they didn't. That's gotta be it. According to NYTimes, Batman grossed $155.3 million in three days, so apparently like, I guess a couple of people actually saw this, so called movie. Me, I'll pass thanks. Especially not when ABBA, my fifth favorite, Swedish Europop/Disco quartet is making it's silverscreen debut. At least I'm not a COMPLETE, dumbass, like some folks seem to be.
I mean, so what if whole segments of Batman, including the three most expensive and intense action sequences of all-time were actually shot in the 60mm IMAX film format, that creates a mindbendingly huge visual and auditory experience that will no doubt confound and amaze the senses. Have you SEEN Colin Firth's rendition of "Knowing Me, Knowing You"!? Guy's like fricking Pavaratti on acid, or some shit.
Movies are all about relatability, you know, and realism. Dark Knight is full of all this ridiculous crap, like large round ammunition, telecommunication privacy threats, and corrupt politicians, yeah right, and when you die, you go to a wonderful place called heaven where your soul can live forever, in peace and harmony- PLEASE. I like stuff with a little meat to it, you know, a little weight of the world type of stuff, in which I see reflections of my own life and surroundings.
I mean, haven't we all, read our mother's diaries only to discover that the absent father figure in our lives could be one of three people mentioned in said diary, since she dated them simultaneously in the years surrounding the time of your birth, and whom you invite to your upcoming wedding which you will have on the exotic yet beautiful mediterranean coast of Greece, where your mother had opened an inn years before? It was like looking through my memoire. How did you do it Bjorn Ulvaeus!? I guess some people just kind of "get-it", and others, *cough*Christopher Nolan*cough*- don't.
So if for SOME insane, behind comprehensible reasoning, you actually want, to see a masked vigilante with rapier wit and a penchant for blind justice, rid a cess pool city of the low-life street crime that creates the poverty and suffering he and has family had vowed to try and relieve- by all means, see your little, Batman picture. Enjoy. But if you ask me, any REAL film fanatic will be nextdoor belting the refrain to "Dancing Queen" in Mamma Mia- which is bound to go down in the anals of film history alongside the other giants of the reel: right in between Bring it On and Cheaper by the Dozen 2 in the top ten of all time.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Long time, no inner monologue seen
Dudebro's, what it is?
OH god, I'm sorry, that just sorta slipped out, been spending too much time in the suburbs. Long, plaid shorts and Reef sandals as far as the eye can see...
So, I'm back in Minneapolis, working at my boring, though admittedly, strangely satisfying administrative job at the design studio and i thought, hey, remember how I used to blog sometimes, I should do that again.
I'll stick to what I do best, movie reviews! I know, I know, you've all been clamoring to know, "What the hell does Kelsey think about movies I will most likely never see?"
Well, sport, I'll tell ya. Since this has been a while, I'm going to recap with a few films I've seen in the past month or so, including some on DVD, that I got around to peeping.
The Fall- To be honest I should preface this by saying that I hadn't even gone to the theater that night with the intent to see this. The movie I had wanted to pay money for was sold out, but I was with a friend who suggested this instead and I was feeling unobjectionable.
It's from the director of The Cell, if that means anything to you. Visually, this is readily apparent, from the first fantasy sequence. He's a fan of grandiose, rich imagery with staggeringly vast panoramas. And they are completely awe-inspiring views even without his own fanciful additions. The credits at the end give away all production locales that were utilized and it appears as though he didn't want to leave a single continent out of the mix.
The plot revolves around a little Indian migrant worker who has fallen from a tree working in the orange groves and is recovering from her broken arm in a hospital. She meets a heartbroken, action, silent film star who tells her a story of revenge and adventure.
A lot like Pan's Labyrinth in the way in which it slips between story and diegetic plot action pretty easily. Characters from "real life" make appearances in the fantasy.
Coming from someone who does not admittedly fall for the whole "cute kid" spiel, this could be an exception. The clearly non-actor Indian girl, is adorable and precocious without being annoying or pandering for "awwwww" points. Not a must-see but worth your time if you give it a shot.
Before the Devil Knows You're Dead- Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Ethan Hawke decide to rob their parents jewelry store. And guess what? It doesn't go very smoothly. Surprise!
Done in a combination, Pulp Fiction, flashback and Run Lola Run/Reservoir Dogs multi-perspective, same event fashion. It's been done before, and better, elsewhere. Relatively predictable, but aptly acted by all involved, it's interesting enough to keep you watching but mundane enough to be forgotten immediately after you're done.
The Savages- Philip Seymour again. Slice of life indie flick about a father going into a nursing home. Again, well acted, well directed. Poignant, but not nearly as funny as it was made out to be or could have been. All-in-all, meh. Entertaining, but I'm glad I didn't pay money in theater's to see it.
Hell Boy II: The Golden Army- Background info: I LOVED Hell Boy I. Del Toro has a nice aesthetic for me. It didn't take itself too seriously, like so many comic book movies often do, cough*spiderman/hulk*cough. So needless to say I was ecstatic when I found out Guillermo had signed on for the sequel and dragged the boyfriend to opening night.
Unfortunately, I hate to say it, but it was a little bit of a let down. Most likely due to me getting my hopes too high, but it was just good. Not great. You know?
Once again, Del Toro delivers on the cinematography and does a nice job or parceling out the CGI sparingly and integrating it pretty seamlessly with props and sets. [exception: the "troll market" scene looks straight out of the foam rubber muppet infested bar from the first Star Wars] Which is big, cause I have found that too much completely CGI imagery, can be an action/sci-fi/fantasy film's demise very easily. (see: the 2nd and 3rd Matrix's, Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the witch... and EVERY Spiderman)
Story was eh, but I mean, it was a action movie, so that didn't particularly have any negative effect on it. You don't go to Live Free or Die Hard expecting to learn poignant life lessons. You go, cause Bruce Willis is BAD ASS. He rides on the wing of a jet motherfuckers!!!
Anyway, I guess I was kinda over the addition of the love story- big waste o' time. Oh but if you need any incentive to see it in theater's or more reason to respect the 'cult of aura' that comes from theater viewership and audience enclave, here's an example of a comment made by the people sitting behind us that was MORE than appreciated by this moviegoer:
"Oh shit! She got that Hell Boy baby!?"
Well, that about wraps it up for this installment. I'm thinking I'll have to hit the proverbially paper on the regular for at least a few weeks to get up to speed. Next on the docket: Summer TV shows, politics (always and forever), new music!
Ciao, ladies and germs. Till we meet again, in the vast series of tubes we call the interweb.
OH god, I'm sorry, that just sorta slipped out, been spending too much time in the suburbs. Long, plaid shorts and Reef sandals as far as the eye can see...
So, I'm back in Minneapolis, working at my boring, though admittedly, strangely satisfying administrative job at the design studio and i thought, hey, remember how I used to blog sometimes, I should do that again.
I'll stick to what I do best, movie reviews! I know, I know, you've all been clamoring to know, "What the hell does Kelsey think about movies I will most likely never see?"
Well, sport, I'll tell ya. Since this has been a while, I'm going to recap with a few films I've seen in the past month or so, including some on DVD, that I got around to peeping.
The Fall- To be honest I should preface this by saying that I hadn't even gone to the theater that night with the intent to see this. The movie I had wanted to pay money for was sold out, but I was with a friend who suggested this instead and I was feeling unobjectionable.
It's from the director of The Cell, if that means anything to you. Visually, this is readily apparent, from the first fantasy sequence. He's a fan of grandiose, rich imagery with staggeringly vast panoramas. And they are completely awe-inspiring views even without his own fanciful additions. The credits at the end give away all production locales that were utilized and it appears as though he didn't want to leave a single continent out of the mix.
The plot revolves around a little Indian migrant worker who has fallen from a tree working in the orange groves and is recovering from her broken arm in a hospital. She meets a heartbroken, action, silent film star who tells her a story of revenge and adventure.
A lot like Pan's Labyrinth in the way in which it slips between story and diegetic plot action pretty easily. Characters from "real life" make appearances in the fantasy.
Coming from someone who does not admittedly fall for the whole "cute kid" spiel, this could be an exception. The clearly non-actor Indian girl, is adorable and precocious without being annoying or pandering for "awwwww" points. Not a must-see but worth your time if you give it a shot.
Before the Devil Knows You're Dead- Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Ethan Hawke decide to rob their parents jewelry store. And guess what? It doesn't go very smoothly. Surprise!
Done in a combination, Pulp Fiction, flashback and Run Lola Run/Reservoir Dogs multi-perspective, same event fashion. It's been done before, and better, elsewhere. Relatively predictable, but aptly acted by all involved, it's interesting enough to keep you watching but mundane enough to be forgotten immediately after you're done.
The Savages- Philip Seymour again. Slice of life indie flick about a father going into a nursing home. Again, well acted, well directed. Poignant, but not nearly as funny as it was made out to be or could have been. All-in-all, meh. Entertaining, but I'm glad I didn't pay money in theater's to see it.
Hell Boy II: The Golden Army- Background info: I LOVED Hell Boy I. Del Toro has a nice aesthetic for me. It didn't take itself too seriously, like so many comic book movies often do, cough*spiderman/hulk*cough. So needless to say I was ecstatic when I found out Guillermo had signed on for the sequel and dragged the boyfriend to opening night.
Unfortunately, I hate to say it, but it was a little bit of a let down. Most likely due to me getting my hopes too high, but it was just good. Not great. You know?
Once again, Del Toro delivers on the cinematography and does a nice job or parceling out the CGI sparingly and integrating it pretty seamlessly with props and sets. [exception: the "troll market" scene looks straight out of the foam rubber muppet infested bar from the first Star Wars] Which is big, cause I have found that too much completely CGI imagery, can be an action/sci-fi/fantasy film's demise very easily. (see: the 2nd and 3rd Matrix's, Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the witch... and EVERY Spiderman)
Story was eh, but I mean, it was a action movie, so that didn't particularly have any negative effect on it. You don't go to Live Free or Die Hard expecting to learn poignant life lessons. You go, cause Bruce Willis is BAD ASS. He rides on the wing of a jet motherfuckers!!!
Anyway, I guess I was kinda over the addition of the love story- big waste o' time. Oh but if you need any incentive to see it in theater's or more reason to respect the 'cult of aura' that comes from theater viewership and audience enclave, here's an example of a comment made by the people sitting behind us that was MORE than appreciated by this moviegoer:
"Oh shit! She got that Hell Boy baby!?"
Well, that about wraps it up for this installment. I'm thinking I'll have to hit the proverbially paper on the regular for at least a few weeks to get up to speed. Next on the docket: Summer TV shows, politics (always and forever), new music!
Ciao, ladies and germs. Till we meet again, in the vast series of tubes we call the interweb.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
