Don't eat all the molasses cookies before I get home.
Oops.
Though more are being made. They're easy and tasty and we have all the ingredients here already, so I predict several more batches will happen before New Year's.
Aaand... Matilda, it appears, is totally entranced by Jacques Tati. I never wanted to be a mom who parked her kid in front of the TV to get a break, but somehow Tati seems different, with the black and white, the almost no dialogue except a murmured word in French here and there, and the most high-energy events in the film being (a) finding out whether Hulot ever gets to dance with that pretty girl and (b) a toddler attempting to climb a steep stairway while carrying an ice cream cone.
I can't decide whether this makes it all okay, or whether it means I'm just an
unbearably pretentious
mom who parks her kid in front of the TV to get a break, but at least I get to make myself some lunch, which totally makes this a better day than yesterday. Plus, oh how I love this film.
Yeah, Robin, I thought it was gonna be...stunt casting, if they said that in the early sixties, throw the famous guy some attention, but he really did a great job. I didn't think about anything croonerish once.
Lunch is good, JZ. And it's not pretentious until you act like it makes her a genius.
And it's not pretentious until you act like it makes her a genius.
::blushes, cancels Matilda's subscription to Cahiers du Cinema::
John Frankenheimer is an awesome director. I love how he uses the camera, even in 1962 -- smash cuts and deep focus and that exceedingly cool picture-in-picture effect durign the Congressional hearing at the beginning.
Now I have to see Children of Men just for this legendary shot.
Will you report back whether the concept is as unbelieveably insulting as it sounds?
edit:
Okay, John Frankenheimer isn't
that
awesome.
Cuaron is dangerously close to getting on my "they get to make whatever they want, forever, and I'll be there" list, along with Jackson and Miyazaki and Almodovar.
Ang Lee
used
to be on my list for that...I miss those days.
Will you report back whether the concept is as unbelieveably insulting as it sounds?
This is a take I was previously unaware of. What's insulting about the concept?
JZ, not to worry...if I really thought you'd do that, I'd devote my next visit to SF to teaching Matilda "eyefuck" or something. Of course then she might be a Tarentino, and everyone wins.
What's insulting about the concept?
There are gossip rumblings I've read about the last pregnant woman on earth being sub-Saharan African, and how (being both black and female) the movie treats her as pawn-material, an object, a belly with no brains, rather than a subject and a character in her own right. I've only seen the trailer, so I don't know whether to take that with a grain of salt, or to get mad in advance.
I don't remember that attitude from the book. But it's been a long time since I read it.
