Saw
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus
last night. I quite like Terry Gilliam movies, he has very spicy brains, but I'm not sure I liked this one. I may have not been in a proper mindspace to appreciate a Gilliam-esque story of despair and what triumph can be retrieved from a twisted world. Self-destructive people and those who bring their own calamities upon themselves don't entertain me. But it did look gorgeous.
Did Gilliam do
The Fisher King?
Because there are similarities with the scenes where the protagonist follows the woman through an oblivious crowd.
It took me a while to pick up on the other actors playing Heath Ledger's character. All of a sudden I went, "Wait, that's Captain Jack Sparrow! Johnny Depp wasn't there before. Boy, this guy does a dead-on Captain Jack impression." I don't pick up on faces, but I do pick up on voices.
Yes.
Damned brilliant movie. And it amuses me that I've seen so many of his films that I can pick up his tropes.
I did love the monks who keep the universe going by telling stories. And Parnassus' glee at realizing that somewhere, someone else has begun telling stories. You can't stop the signal, indeed.
The Devil's dismay at having won was good, because he was in it for the game, not the victory.
I love this commentary by the Flick Filosopher on the sheer blindness of Hollywood as to why women would want to go see Iron Man 2.
Ha!I love her! I try to spend time reading her blog at least once a week.
Yes, Hollywood, women might enjoy looking at RDJ for 2+ hours.
Yes, Hollywood, women might enjoy looking at RDJ for 2+ hours.
Or they like to watch shit blow up! Or both! All of the above!
This message brought to you by the woman who convinced her husband that we had to go see Iron Man last weekend.
I haven't seen the first Iron Man which is a tragedy.
It has everythign I like - explosions, fights, sexy men.
I just watched "The Soloist", which I mostly did not like, but that also left me too unsettled to mock properly.
But I will say it's um, heartwarming, how well RDJ fills out an old pair of jeans.
Hey, some women like explosions and robots and stuff.
There were explosions and robots and stuff? I'm still back on RDJ
building a particle accelerator by hand in a tank undershirt.
All I need.
Oh, and Don Cheadle ain't bad, either.