soon I'm going to feel sorry for Heath Ledger or Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
I know--swap the release order of the movies, and you'd be swapping the buzz. Wonder if primacy, recency, or just plain common sense will win...
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soon I'm going to feel sorry for Heath Ledger or Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
I know--swap the release order of the movies, and you'd be swapping the buzz. Wonder if primacy, recency, or just plain common sense will win...
Brokeback Mntn. is finally opening here tomorrow. I'm wondering who I can get to see it with me. Because I don't want to go alone to a movie that I know is going to make me cry like a little bitch, but then there aren't a whole lot of friends I'm willing to wail and howl in front of, especially at the movies. Hmmm.
So over my Christmas break I didn't see ANY of the movies I planned to see.
Instead, I saw the Producers which was enjoyable.
I've been thinking that a Heath Ledger doublefeature -- with the tearjerker followed by the fluff might be fun. Or would the contrasting tone be TOO much?
I did that, sumi, with a few hours inbetween. Felt good. But I've loved him for a long time.
I haven't even seen Brokeback Mountain yet, and already some things are changed forever. Case in point: the clip art index circa 1994 that I'm looking through has one cowboy posed in the foreground with elbow on knee and the back of his other hand at his hip, watching another cowboy ride a bucking bronco (with his left arm extended and wrist sharply downturned). I'm pretty sure that the eyeline of the former running directly to the latter's ass wasn't intentional back when it was drawn.
I'm wondering who I can get to see it with me. Because I don't want to go alone to a movie that I know is going to make me cry like a little bitch, but then there aren't a whole lot of friends I'm willing to wail and howl in front of, especially at the movies. Hmmm.
Man, you desperately need a gay boyfriend, don't you?
Oh, and I didn't even mean that as a diss on Heath -- it just seemed like he had had so much potential that kind of fizzled.
Blu-Ray should totally win the format wars, as it has a name that sounds like a sea creature or weapon or K-mart special.
Maybe it ruins my geek-cred, but I'm leaning towards sitting on the sidelines and waiting until the smoke clears before deciding which style of next-gen DVD player to get.