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Birmingham, if memory serves.
Yeah, probably not all that early, then. The rest of Michigan isn't all that different from the middle of the country, as far as film is concerned. I'm still a little puzzled as to why Ann Arbor ranks so high in film markets, but it does. Or did, anyway.
I taped Porco Rosso the other night, but haven't watched it yet.
I saw Captain Blood today, and it was swashbuckleriffic!
I do heart that movie. But you would have known that in advance.
Porco Rosso is a wonderful film. I recorded Whisper of the Heart off TCM this week, but haven't yet had the chance to watch it (I haven't seen this week's Lost or either Stargate, either. Life intervenes). We had a pretty, sunny day last week after a couple of days of storm. My son pointed at the puffy clouds in a deep blue sky and called them "Miyazaki clouds."
Well, after today's viewing I can mark Brokeback Mountain off the date movie list, as guys tend not to find weeping particularly sexy.
I realize that as a gay man who used to ride and spend time on a horse ranch when I was a kid, I may have a slightly easier time identifying with the main characters than the average viewer. But I'd expected that being familiar with the Annie Proulx story would lessen the impact. Clearly, I was an idiot.
The last entertainment that managed to break me like this was the original broadcast of "The Body." And I was not alone - the full-to-the-gills theater that had been silent enough to hear people's breathing through 2 hours of movie started crying en masse when Enis made that phone call to Lureen and heard the details of Jack's death .
t hands Matt an industrial-size box of Kleenex
No, really, just keep it. You'll need it. Brokeback has the strongest hangover of just about any film I can think of; it'll keep rattling around in the back of your head for days afterward and you'll be in line for the copy machine at work or checking your pockets for change at the stamp machine or doing who knows what completely random thing and another image will cross your mind and you'll be broken all over again.
What's with that hangover? I've found myself more affected by the film at various points afterwards than I was during. And although I didn't cry, I was affected.
My sister, OTOH, after being all blasé after seeing it mostly through her first time figures she'll see it once more. Which will take her to five viewings, which beats my first run theatre viewings of anything. She's already planning for the region 1 DVD for when she moves back to Jamaica. She'll of course be getting region 2 as soon as it's out.
Thirding the Brokeback hangover effect. It took me about 24 hours to decide I really loved the movie, instead of just liking/appreciating/admiring it. But once it got its hooks in, it didn't let go.
I had that reaction too; if I had to guess it's because it works more in moments, than as a narrative. And also it's got a lot of pretty pictures, which you can see in the trailer-- Heath with the fireworks behind him, Ennis & Jack on horses, Jack crying in the truck. The last scene, too, which is what kept kicking me in the gut.