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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.
I loved Match Point. That's all I know.
Match Point is the only Woody Allen movie I ever liked, and I can't reconcile my liking it with its being a Woody Allen movie. It exists in some strange alien subset of Woody Allen movies, seemingly alone, wherein I give a fuck what happens.
Zenkittty--you didn't even like Bullets over Broadway?
Bullets Over Broadway! Yes, indeedy. See, I'd forgotten that was Woody Allen, too. Now the alien subset has two movies in it.
I should rent that one again.