Oh, I think you were scathed and then some. Possibly chafed.
Aw, now wasn't it nice of me to give you such a good setup? Merry Christmas!
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Oh, I think you were scathed and then some. Possibly chafed.
Aw, now wasn't it nice of me to give you such a good setup? Merry Christmas!
Aw, now wasn't it nice of me to give you such a good setup? Merry Christmas!
You have a whole career as a straight man waiting for you. Except you're not a man and not entirely straight.
Hec is on fire with the witty repartee today. Which is v. good, since work is tedious in the extreme.
Hec is on fire with the witty repartee today.
::Preens::
Tell me about your new super fast skates. Please phrase your answer in the form of a review of Kansas City Bomber and/or Rollerball (the original) in deference to on-topicity.
Hey, I can be on-topic without resorting to skating movies. Watch me:
I am beginning to get comfortable on my new skates, but still often look like a female version of Monsieur Hulot, struggling to combine my vulnerable humanity with modern technology with results that are both touching and hilarious.
::applauds::
I am beginning to get comfortable on my new skates, but still often look like a female version of Monsieur Hulot, struggling to combine my vulnerable humanity with modern technology with results that are both touching and hilarious.
::swoon::
Okay, that's it. You've done it, Robin. While I'm cooling my heels here waiting for UPS to arrive with Emmett's Christmas present, you have now left me no choice but to while away the afternoon watching M. Hulot's Holiday. Oh, how shall I ever bear it?
you have now left me no choice but to while away the afternoon watching M. Hulot's Holiday. Oh, how shall I ever bear it?
Don't eat all the molasses cookies before I get home.
I heard a piece on the radio yesterday about Cuaron's new movie Children of Men, and how it has a seven minute long action sequence, with tanks, bombs, bullets, and running around, shot in a single, unedited take. Apparently it took four or five attempts, and they almost didn't pull it off. In fact, on the last take, which is the one they ended up using, some blood got on the lens and Cuaron yelled "cut," but just at that moment one of the bigger explosives went off and nobody heard him, so he let it keep going. It was the last try they were going to get before they lost the location.
When they finished, star Clive Owen and the camera man (who by necessity spent the entire shot running alongside Owen, and sometimes running backwards in front of him over obstacles and up stairs) were giddy at having finished the shot. When Cuaron told them "yeah, but we got blood on the lens," implying that the shot was ruined, they both looked at him and said "yeah, but that was the best part," at which point Cuaron realized they were right.
Now I have to see Children of Men just for this legendary shot.