I know everyone else saw
Eternal Sunshine
ages ago, but I just saw it tonight. Overall, I liked it, but I had been told to expect something great. After the movie, I started talking about it with my friend who saw it with me. I was saying that, while I liked the movie, I was unable to find its theme. She said she thought it was just supposed to be about memory. I wanted it to say
something
about memory.
I guess my thought was that if I was going to make a giant movie, I would want it to be a) entertaining, b) meaningful, or ideally c) both. I thought ES was entertaining and meaningful, but not as much as I expected.
"Millenium Falcon, yes. Stagecoach better."
-Joss Whedon
Just got it from my local public library, and had no trouble at all watching it. Stagecoach that is. Gorgeous photography, a big damn movie star, and a great ensemble--esp. Claire Trevor and Thomas Mitchell. Conflict from within, Apache threat hanging over all.
I would so like to see this in a proper movie theatre with a balcony and a live organist between features.
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit
has horrible pan-and-scanning, noticed by me who never saw the original. Then again, the movie began with a "Filmed in Cinemascope!" thing, so maybe that's why I noticed it. However, it was bad enough to merit discussion as we talked about the film in the class I watched it in.
(Don't see the movie. It's pretty dumb.)
My TiVo keeps telling me to see it. It must hate me.
Well, if you like Gregory Peck...and the post-war fifties... and movies that seem to make three contradicting points... and very bad pan-and-scanning... then see it. It's not painful to watch or anything, and I got into it a little. But it's not the best film ever.
Yeah! Whatever happened to equal-opportunity gratuitous nudity?
I guess they thought the shot with Kevin's Bacon would suffice.
I wonder if McNaughton put the gratuitous shower scene back in for his director's cut.
I so do not get the James Franco thing. I see him, and I just want to smack that ridiculous pout off his face.
Obiwan is actually Henri Ducard. Now I must go google to figure out who the heck that is.