Willow ,'Storyteller'
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The problem with him directing Wicker Man is that I've seen what his conception of feminism is, and my skin is crawling just trying to imagine what his concept of paganism is.
I'm dreading the new ending they probably tacked on, Where Cage's character breaks out of the wicker man, hunts down the leaders of the local pagans and stuffs them in the wicker man, and says, "Who's the Wicker Man now, bitch?" before lighting them all on fire and watching them die screaming.
But on the plus side, we'd then have a movie with the line "Who's the Wicker Man now, bitch?" in it.
But on the plus side, we'd then have a movie with the line "Who's the Wicker Man now, bitch?" in it.
Hee!
Splendid trailer! I am commencing to not panic just now.
Emmett and I just got back from The Pacifier.
Analysis: A lot of stuff happened. Cute kids. Teen girl totally doing S1 Buffy. Also, Vin Diesel is occasionally shirtless, and Vin Diesel shirtless inspired audible gasps from most of the women and not a few of the men in the audience at the showing we attended, immediately followed by an awed, reverent hush. The same gasp-and-hush occurred very late in the film during a brief scene of Vin in a snug short-sleeved shirt snuzzling a giggling toddler. Oh, dear God, the pretty.
Plot, writing, directing, all very paint-by-numbers and banal and blatantly manipulative. But oh so pretty. And he doesn't suck as an actor, and Lorelai Gilmore is also much more splendid than this kind of a movie deserves.
Did I mention the shirtless? 'Cause, damn.
Also notable: on the way out, Emmett looked at the marquee above the door across the hall and said, "Hey, can we see Million Dollar Baby next time?"
"Uh, NO."
He gave me a cross look. "But WHYNOTWHY?"
I reeled it all off quickly: Violent, scary, sad, people dying, scary grown-up things to think about, why the hell would he want to see it anyway?
He gave me a duh, like it's not obvious look. "There's a scene where a young guy gets beat up by an old man. AND, the old man is played by the old man who played God in Bruce Almighty! That'd be so tight! I totally want to see that!"
Still, um, NO.
I just read over at Oscarwatch that Friday's Daily Mail reported a rumor of a movie version of Sondheim's Sweeney Todd, directed by Sam Mendes, possibly starring Russell Crowe as Sweeney and maybe Imelda Stauton as Mrs. Lovett! I'd definitely see this.
possibly starring Russell Crowe as Sweeney
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The same gasp-and-hush occurred very late in the film during a brief scene of Vin in a snug short-sleeved shirt snuzzling a giggling toddler.
He apparently spent a lot of the time on the set playing with the kidlets and has now been gushing about wanting kids of his own.
Hmm. I may have to see this movie...
In an article in a recent Sunday paper, Vin's referrred to as the Baby Whisperer, because he was often the only one who could get the babies to stop crying. He was also working on that Lumet picture, and he would find himself rocking back and forth, as if he were holding a kid.
The man's biological clock just went off, I think.
The man's biological clock just went off, I think.
I cannot begin to explain how adorable I find this to be.
I blame hormones.