Wonderful movie, too. You think it's just candy floss and soft porn, and then, wow, there's a real there there.
Yup. DH actually liked it, too. Even though the boobies helped me convince him. I nearly choked at Christopher Guest's "Midlands" conversation. So. Damn. Funny.
Will definitely have to check it out
Yup, if you like his stuff, it's definitely worth checking out. Oh women characters who are actual characters, how I love you...
I think that's why I love Almadovar's stuff so much. My favorite movies by him are Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down (young!Antonio Banderas, mmmm and ABBA!) and High Heels.
Right now, I'm trying to find a local indie theater that's showing
Mrs. Henderson Presents.
I'm in the mood for something...spicy...today.
I walked out of Scoop yesterday. Apparently, my tolerance for Woody Allen's dissembling has fallen so low even the prospect of Hugh Jackman in a swimsuit couldn't make me stay and watch.
I have never willingly watched a Woody Allen flick in my life and when my father suggested that movie last weekend, I convinced him he'd like SoaP better.
Unfortunately, I can't find Mrs. Henderson in my area. I hope it gets here soon as the combination of Dench and Hoskins tickles my fancy something fierce.
Wait, the new Wicker Man involves the world being run by women?
Well, just the island, but it's quite clear that Neil LaBute views it as a cautionary tale of why women should never be allowed to have any power of any kind, ever. Because we're CRAZY.
And oh, the bear suit...the bear suit came well after the point at which E and I couldn't stop laughing.
Mrs Henderson Presents
came out last year -- it should be out on DVD by now.
OK. So for Scoop -- tape from HBO, fast-forward to the good part.
A friend of mine was unaware that Wicker Man was a remake. I told him it would undoubtedly suck, so he should see the new one first, and then I would lend him the original. I'm a'feared of how bad this thing can really be.
A bear suit?
It could be worse. I've recently seen movies featuring bears (or humans in bear suits) riding on roller skates (We're Not Dressing) and trail bikes (Man's Favorite Sport?, which probably deserves an award for most unintentionally ironic movie ever).
It's sort of a shame that Woody Allen didn't die or retire 20 years ago, because when the man was on top of his game (such as in Annie Hall), he was a hell of a filmmaker, with a rare and subtle eye for how relationships go right and wrong and a nearly perfect sense of the humor and pathos of the situation. Now the man is a sad, bitter parody of himself.