I thought Sky Captain was fun. But I am easily distracted by eye candy, and that movie had oodles.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aww, Pete. Makes me want to pet you on the head.
I'm not sure quite why, mind you.
Lillian is so firmly attached, I could bowl with her at the moment, and I'm trapped in a position one might call less than comfortable.
Thank goodness for Powerbooks.
Anyway, Plei have you watched 'Dark City' yet?
Hey! That's what we could watch tomorrow night!
Not yet, no. The last week got eaten by party planning and work and colds. How long do I have to fast forward, again?
Watchitwatchitwatchit.
I believe you will be pleased you did. IJS.
Plei, Pete says: you don't fast forward, you mute the movie until the first character looks at his pocketwatch and you get a close-up shot of the watch. That should be enough, hopefully.
Hey, meara, I was at the Barnes and Noble in Georgetown today, and they had a book about drag kings on one of those "Recommended" tables by the front door.
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. It's camp! Serious camp!
I vote Sky Captain! I loved the camp. Think of what the movie makers of the 30s could have done with today's tech. Is especially fun to watch with classic-sci-fi-movie-buff-type guys. Also, there are some ... things... in there that seriously creep me out. In fact they are the chief reason that modern windmills - the ones with three blades - seriously, seriously creep me out, talking major wiggins here. Ask Daniel.
Some might say the pace was a little slow, as is right for the era they were trying to emulate. I found it refreshing in a way, as I do not thrive on the killer-fast pace of many of today's movies.
I adore drunk meara posts. She just makes you want to snuggle her.
That was it! Mute!
Thank you kindly.
Drunk Meara = Comedy Gold
I couldn't agree more.
Also, I found Sky Captain pleasant enough to watch, in a look-at-the-pretty kind of way, and in a liking-the-concept kind of way, but haven't been inclined to rewatch it.
Angelina was so hot that she all but melted my screen. I had no difficulty suspending disbelief in all the CGI or the whacky SciFi hijinks, but the notion that Jude Law could actually prefer Gwyneth Paltrow to Angelina was ridiculous.