Angel: Eve. So, I guess we should, I don't know, talk? Eve: About what? Angel: About what happened back there with us. Eve: Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.

'Life of the Party'


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Beverly - Feb 09, 2009 12:33:53 pm PST #9907 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I just love that her name is Isabeau. So medieval

I always hear it as John Wood says it as the bishop--that flat, inflectionless tone that somehow conveys his lust and envy of Navarre.

There's a children's fable that uses the name, presumably because it's both pretty and evocative.

Alfred Molina was wonderful in his tiny role as the wolfhunter, too. There was nobody bad in Ladyhawke. Even the horse was splendid.


Connie Neil - Feb 09, 2009 12:35:33 pm PST #9908 of 10000
brillig

Even the horse was splendid.

Prancing showily through the nave . . . though the less said about Navarre's armor the better.


megan walker - Feb 09, 2009 12:48:00 pm PST #9909 of 10000
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

There's a children's fable that uses the name, presumably because it's both pretty and evocative.

It's the name of a French queen from the Middle Ages, Isabeau de Bavière.

And now I've added Ladyhawke to my Instant/TiVo queue.


Juliebird - Feb 09, 2009 12:49:13 pm PST #9910 of 10000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

I love that when Navarre turns and sees Isabeau, Phillipe almost can't bring himself to witness it, it's so intimate.

Her confrontation of the bishop is so powerful, but I also love the fact that she spends her human moments wandering around in men's (specifically her beau's) clothes, hunting for her dinner, hunting down and killing Cezar. Sure, her role started out "beautiful and mysterious", but the next time you see her, she's just a normal person chatting with Phillipe.


beekaytee - Feb 09, 2009 12:59:59 pm PST #9911 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant

I love that when Navarre turns and sees Isabeau, Phillipe almost can't bring himself to witness it, it's so intimate.

That look is heartbreaking in every good way.


Kathy A - Feb 09, 2009 1:02:40 pm PST #9912 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

There is one line of the bishop's that I can never interpret. It's at the end of the film, when Navarre is ready to take him out, and he says what sounds like, "Buck-yar me, Navarre, and the curse will never be broken. We must think of Isabeau." What the hell is that first word?!?


megan walker - Feb 09, 2009 1:04:20 pm PST #9913 of 10000
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

A quick google tells me it's "But kill me, Navarre,..."


Kathy A - Feb 09, 2009 1:08:08 pm PST #9914 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

That makes sense, but it sure doesn't sound like it when Wood says it!

Oh, and the other thing that doesn't quite fit for me is when Phillipe is trying to get the priest off of the grate in the chapel at the end and he's poking the guy's feet with his knife. The priest is rather disgusted when he says, "Rats!" to his fellow clergyman, who is equally grossed out. I'd think that they'd be used to rats, considering the time they're living in.


Connie Neil - Feb 09, 2009 1:08:54 pm PST #9915 of 10000
brillig

Yeah, but rats nibbling on your toes is always gross.


Juliebird - Feb 09, 2009 1:19:02 pm PST #9916 of 10000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

One thing that still bothers me is when the ice gives way and first we see the poor wolf scrambling pathetically to get out and failing, and then Matthew Broderick in the water with a panicking canine scrambling all over him. They were out in real nature, giant mountains, giant frozen lake, how was any of that safe?! I once had a little American Eskimo that would go swimming, but would always want to climb on me or whomever else was near and tear us to shreds just swimming near us, let alone trying to sit on our heads.