I am however, convinced that either Ridley Scott or his sound designer deliberately chose disco as the music of torture just to have the particular song play over the credits at the end.
The disco part was in the book, but the song over the closing credits was PURE GENIUS.
Out of the whole movie, which had some hilarious moments, the song over the closing credits got the biggest laugh from me.
Crimson Peak was fun. I'm normally not even that into costumes, but OMG, the clothes.
Just got back from The Martian, too! Loved it. And I agree: when the song played over the closing credits, I and several people seated around me spontaneously said, "Awesome."
Crimson Peak was exactly what I wanted it to be: gothic tropes ago-go. I loved it, and want all of Lucille's dresses and Thomas' waistcoats and coats.
Also finally saw The Martian this weekend. Took my mom, who hadn't read the book, so was actually convinced he wasn't going to make it. I read the book first, so it wasn't nearly so tense for me, but still really enjoyable.
Was it just me, or did y'all keep flashing on the Freaky Friday episode of Community when we first met Rich Parnell?
I got to see Crimson Peak in a Superlux theatre, with chairs you could sink up to your chin in, and waitrons to bring you popcorn, regular food, and/or adult beverages.
I could have been happy just to watch the costumes, and occasionally notice there were actors inhabiting them, but luckily the acting values were up to the fabric.
I came away from it reflecting that many pre-Raphaelite paintings could only be improved by depicting knife fights.
Despite knowing, in some sense, that Jessica Chastain was in the movie, I completely did not recognize her, between the hair color and the accent.
Me either. When I first saw her, I thought "would they do a Michael Douglas de-aging on Mary Elizabeth Mastrontonio for an entire movie?"
I was also doubting myself about Jim Beaver and remembered to double check the credits to make sure it was him. Not the slightest trace of Bobby Singer in that role.