I think expecting that kind of coherence in a Bond movie is like... expecting coherence in a Bond movie.

True, but the first time I saw CR, I came away thinking "Wow, that was remarkably coherent and grounded for a Bond movie." And on rewatch...nsm. It just moves fast enough that you think you're following their insane troll logic.

"Oh, it's Babe starring in Charlotte's Web!"

Pretty much, but it was sweet and I laughed outloud a couple of times. Plus, the farmer is a guy I loved in the doomed Boomtown series and Steve Buscemi as Templeton is inspired casting.

I, of course, cried...but so did Fela.

It just moves fast enough that you think you're following their insane troll logic.

This explains my love for Casino Royale perfectly. There was a bunch of chair bouncing and gleeful golf clapping and then, on reflection a lot of heeeeyyy....waiddaminit.....

I'm only halfway through S2 of Slings and Arrows. Back in love with it, although it seems more...far-fetched than season 1. I do love the whole idea of the boxes of notes, and that tension, as a beautiful manifesting of the whole idea of the baggage that a play comes with, outside of itself.

What about it seems more far-fetched? I'm curious, because I get overwhelmed with directorial OMGWTFANGER at the insubordination, but I also think the continuation of the older man-brilliant younger man-difficult woman triangle was lovely (and how much do I love that it ties into Shakespeare's real life? So much), and the showing of the director vs. actor war (as compared to Ellen defending her director in S1).

I am looking forward to S3 so much - I've tried not to get too spoiled, but IMDB is verra tempting. I know the beginning of the A & B plots, I'm just trying not to read the episode synopses.

I am looking forward to S3 so much - I've tried not to get too spoiled, but IMDB is verra tempting.

I'm not even going near IMDB. I am just spoiled enough to know that the Richard plot involves him being emotionally dom'd and victimized all over again in his peculiarly Ricardian manner, and who the dom is, but nothing else. I've even managed to make myself forget which play they're doing.

In actual movie-related news, more or less, it should be noted that, out of sheer tremendous love, Hec actually submitted a few nights ago to watching Jim Carrey in How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He lasted a little over an hour before bailing with cries of pain and outrage; it was, as exactly everyone on the planet who isn't a 10-year-old boy could have predicted, just as awful as you'd expect and more. I saw seven minutes and had to cloister myself in the front bedroom so as not to punch the TV. Emmett was completely happy with it -- he kept saying joyfully, "That's so Jim Carrey! That's classic Jim Carrey!" Ach.

Emmett was completely happy with it -- he kept saying joyfully, "That's so Jim Carrey! That's classic Jim Carrey!" Ach.

I never thought I'd say this, but, in the words of Hank Hill, that boy ain't right.

There are no words for the travesty of Jim Carrey as the Grinch.

Unless you're a ten-year-old boy or similar, I guess. I know Ben liked it, too. *And* the tragedy that was Mike Myers in The Cat in the Hat.

Jim Carrey is, sadly, very, very kid-pleasing. As long as movie executives are hoping to turn a profit, no classic of children's literature is safe from him.

::imagines Carrey as Ben Weatherstaff in a new production of The Secret Garden; never stops screaming::

::imagines Carrey as Ben Weatherstaff in a new production of The Secret Garden; never stops screaming::

Shame on you!

::runs away to find brain bleach::

::imagines Carrey as Ben Weatherstaff in a new production of The Secret Garden; never stops screaming::

There would be some killin' to be done if that were made. Killin' and hurtin'.

All of us with torches and pitchforks, marching on the studio, muttering...