Thanks, Beverly!
Thanks for the warning, P-C. Unfortunately, the blue writing caught my eye first.
Why the hell do we talk about this movie every week? If not every day? I mean, geez. Yes, today is Groundhog Day, but we've been talking about the movie for FOREVER. And the irony of that is not lost on me.
For all definitions of irony that mean what I think it means, of course.
So far this week I've seen:
Kissing Jessica Stein. Didn't like it. Jessica was annoying and unlikable (liked Helen, though). Found the premise unbelievable, given what we knew about the character.
Ray. Not as good as I'd expected, but good. I guess Jamie Foxx was good, but as I don't know much about Ray Charles, I'll have to take everyone else's word for it when they say he was a great Ray Charles.
I tried to watch Ray, but the DVD wouldn't play. Very aggravating.
I just got back from seeing
The Aviator,
I missed the first 10-20 minutes and was wondering if anyone can fill me in.
I just saw Aviator on Saturday--let's see if I remember the beginning well enough...
First we see a young (12-ish) Howard Hughes standing in an old-fashioned bathtub in a darkened room, being bathed very carefully by his mother, who's telling him about the terrible germs that are there waiting to get him if he doesn't keep clean. She uses the dark soap and the tin that we see him using throughout the film in the various bathrooms when he washes his hands. Then, flashforward to Hollywood in 1926, on the set of Hell's Angels (Year One), where he's interviewing his new flunky, played by John C. Reily, while walking around the outdoor set. He needs a few more cameras to get the shots he needs of the dogfight, so he goes to the Cocoanut Grove to ask for a loan of the two cameras from LB Mayer, who asks him how many cameras he's currently using. When he answers, "24," Mayer treats him as a foolish movie-newbie and dismisses him.
Does that get you past where you came in?
Aw, when I read part of the script in Vanity Fair, I didn't realize that guy was John C. Reilly! Fun.
Kathy, yes, thanks! I think that is about where I came in. He was flirting with a cigarette girl. Does that sound like it?
He was flirting with a cigarette girl.
That's how Fred and Barney met Wilma and Betty.
That's how Fred and Barney met Wilma and Betty.
But they turned out to be much saner, ironically.
That's how Fred and Barney met Wilma and Betty.
Imagine what Howard Hughes could've done with the Spruce Goose if he'd had access to pterodactyls.