I watched that the other day too! I agree, it's gross, but I thought it did a good job of staying on the "it sucks but this is the world she lives in" side of gross.
I loved the midwestern step-mom/groupie/whatever by the end.
I thought it was a very enjoyable movie.
All Kim Dickens boosters should watch Treme, too.
All Kim Dickens boosters should watch Treme, too.
Tru dat.
And I'm guilty of missing a season and a half, although the season I missed was cut to way fewer episodes. But guilty still. And for some reason this is a show I feel REALLY guilty about missing.
And not only because David Simon might find you on the internet and tell you you suck, right?(Although he might--I've never seen someone so famous so on top of the vanity google. Sometimes, it makes me sad. I need him to be better than I am, I suppose.)
But yeah, you should catch up, because it continued to be good. Although not especially resolved, because it's a Simon joint and apparently tidiness gives him allergies. But I do admire his apparent commitment not to write "chick parts" so he can get such good work out of Kim Dickens, Melissa Leo, and Khandi Alexander, who were all great in other stuff that's probably more on topic.
Took the kids (plus some neighbor kids) to Big Hero 6 today, and it was tons of fun! Definitely Disney's "let's merchandise to boys this year" answer to Frozen, even if it just might pass the Bechdel test. (There are two female characters with names who talk to each other about science, but it's always in big group scenes because ALL of the scenes are big group scenes except for when Hiro is alone with Baymax.)
The production design is really fantastic. "San Fransokyo" is an absolutely beautiful city. Baymax is sweet and funny, and there is a scene where he learns how to fist bump that makes me want to buy one for Ichabod Crane.
The story could be better plotted, but it's heart is in the right place and I really wound up loving it by the end.
Stay through the end credits. There is a Thing.
I'm watching Shall We Dance (1937, Rogers and Astaire). There's a scene where Astaire's' character decides that if he can't dance with Rogers' character then he'll dance with a dozen or so women wearing masks of her face. I'm finding it kinda creepy, which isn't my usual response to Rogers and Astaire movies.
Hitchcock's North by Northwest remains awesome, in spite of the fact that one of the villain's minions is an *actual* commie-pinko-fag.
I watched that election night instead of tormenting myself getting the bad news drip-drip-drip through the night.
Wow, Tom. I feel like I should have been on something while watching that.