DH and I saw Synecdoche, NY tonight. (Me for the first time, him for the second.) Loved it.

Oh yay! I love Kaufman's films.

I saw Let the Right One In and found it affecting in that way that it keeps playing in your head like a moody song long after you hear it. It was gorgeously filmed (the spare beauty of snow and ice), and the two main actors were perfect.

I think one of the things that got under my skin was the strange mingling of two moods: horror and sweetness, darkness and warmth. Both of the main characters are terribly lonely, and even their surroundings feel lonely. I found the ending quite satisfying, even lovely in its grim way.

The scene at the pool combined two other moods: horror and comedy. As limbs and heads flew through the water, the audience laughed tentatively, as if unsure they should be finding it amusing. I thought it was amusing, but then I'm weird.

The scene with the cats attacking the woman who was newly a vampire disturbed me more than anything, I think.

I thought this was a very unusual vampire movie. I liked it.

We're Discussing a title for Buffista Movies 7 in Bureaucracy.

Saw Let the Right One In this afternoon. It's easily the best vampire movie I've seen since The Addiction. Lina Leandersson was amazingly good at playing older than she appears. (Here's hoping she manages to hold onto her talent as she gets older—Kirsten Dunst, I'm looking at you.)

Kinky Boots was on BBCA tonight but it was so chopped for commercials, it was missing key moments.

I also saw it after reading all the rave reviews here. The girl really was quite something. There were a couple of moments where I did wonder if they snuck in another older actress for a couple of quick shots, or at least snuck in a couple of quick shots of LL in a different make-up (making her look very very old and wizened). Whatever it was, it was deftly conveyed that she was something other and older. There was a scene early on where she looked like she was twenty-five, not twelve or thirteen.

I was more scared of Oskar than I was of Eli.

I wouldn't go quite that far (If Oskar dropped on me from a balcony I could easily break him if the fall didn't)), but he was was so disconnected from events going on around him and flat of affect, I had an easier time connecting to and sympathizing with Eli.

We saw Coraline today, which was excellent. Although I was pulled out of the movie several times because I kept thinking, "THIS is ALL stop-motion??? Holy shit!!!"

So it would have been better for my obsessive brain had I not known that before we went.

Also, I will be avoiding buttons for a while now, thankyouverymuch.

Stealing a link from Matt: Neil Gaiman on Koumpounophobia.

I recently read posters on a comics board painting Neil with the same pretentious full-of-himself brush as Grant Morrison or Mark Millar, and then my vision went red. It is a fortunate thing that I can't actually reach through the internet and out of people's monitors to choke them.