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So I’ve been watching some of the Oscar Nominated movies, since I have the time this year. I’m doing pretty good on the list.
Personal opnion: Tintin not being nominated is a personal snub. That was a very good animated movie. Should have made the cut.
So the last two I’ve seen, Hugo and Rango, both have just whelmed me. I wasn’t very charmed or amused by either.

(ducks and covers)
I felt that mostly they were preaching (Rango) and teaching (Hugo) rather than captivating me.
Not that these things are mutually exclusive, but in this case, not so much.
Let’s start with the bigger offender, Rango.
Really, like those that have gone before it, (Fern Gully, Avatar, Across the Hedge I’m looking at you) it was just a ploy to say, in as amusing a way as possible, that Las Vegas is destroying the dessert ecosystem because of how it drains the water from everywhere else to support it’s oasis habit. This is true. Not a point I necessarily disagree with. I just didn’t like being hit over the head with it. There wasn’t enough funny to go with the lesson. I can’t name the number of times I channeled evil willow and said “Bored now”
Yeah, I enjoyed High School Musical more than this. That’s saying something.

Hugo, was better that this.
I’ll start off by saying I’m down with Asa Butterfield playing Ender Wiggen in the Ender’s Game movie. He definately won me. My favorite character in the whole movie? Sacha Baron Cohen’s Station Guard. That and the lovely couple and the Daschunds.
Stylistically this movie was lovely. Story wise, interesting. However, I’m going to have to read the book, because the movie seemed to become an homage to the invention of the moving picture. I felt like I was back in my history of cinema class. We were inundated by film clip after film snippet of early pictures. The Kiss, The Wrestler, The Great Train Robbery etc. That’s great and all, but I felt it kind of distracted from the story. I’m very aware that it could just have been me, since this isn’t exactly common in our cultural vocabulary. Still, this film felt like an excuse to celebrate film, not the story of the little boy and his journey.

One sentence film reviews:
Moneyball: I was expecting more Field of Dreams, and I got more West Wing, and I wasn’t entirely upset by that.

Bonus: Someone referred to Brad Pitt’s character as “Bat-Shit Crazy” which is interesting as I have been known to say I only like him in movies when he plays “bat-shit crazy”
50/50: Seth Rogan makes me roll my eyes too much, but this did lead to a good honest cry.
Crazy Stupid Love: Wow, all tied up in a neat bow, but very good, surprisingly gritty, and slightly scary with the babysitter at the end.

Bonus: Steve Carrell is only better in Little Miss Sunshine.
Midnight in Paris: I love Paris, I enjoyed the out of time Paris, but Vicky Christina Barcelona was a better modern Woody Allen.
Tree of Life: WOW, just WOW!

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I was away at a conference this weekend, which made me rather incommunicado.  So I'm trying to catch up.  The conference in and of itself was REALLY INTERESTING.  A comment which would be much better understood if I had in my employ my brilliant but unrealized vision of having a Universal Sarcastic Font.  You know I could have just pushed ctrl + Y (for yada yada yada) and presto, REALLY INTERESTING would have been written in a font that would have made the true meaning clear.  You would have read REALLY INTERESTING, and understood it to mean mind numbingly dull, boring, poke out my eyes with a stick, damn I forgot my knitting in the car… now how am i supposed to stay awake, ugh one more powerpoint presentation, seriously if I sat through all of this surely I should have won the Iphone.  But sadly, I have yet to invent the USF, and probably never will, as bitching about it not being in existence is so much fun.  Son of a motherless goat…I really need that font!

Ok so there were some good times…wanna hear em?  Here they go:
    -Meeting up with Evelyn, and the yummy Singapore noodles avec sake at P.F. Changs.
    -3 days with Grace and Glory.  They made me yummy Nigerian food, and we had some fab conversations about raising children, discipline, singlehood, faith, church, life, school, moving, trips home, family, shoes.  Plus, Glory played with my hair, which was fab.  Future husband alert…this will be your job, often!  We also did a fun Target run, and glory fell in love with my amazing lemon pound cake scented lotion.  MMMMM.
    -Driving with the windows down and the sunroof up cranking Muse in the streets of Indianapolis.

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    -Getting to see Kyle.  Man the kid has grown up.  I really am pleased how he's thriving at university.
    -AMBER AND MATT, and ASS.  Yes, good times.  Great conversation, and Amaretto Sour Saturdays.  ASS involves a theme, a mixed drink, and all kinds of good stuff, including good wine and munchies.  This month it was Fall ASS and so we had this great hot spiced spiked cider, MMMM.  It also included good conversations, like about how good 'The Fountain' was, and about 'Arcade Fire' and then Matt surprised me by declaring that he didn't understand why the Peter Gabriel song 'In Your Eyes' was used in the movie 'Say Anything' and I had to explain the significance of  Lloyd Daubler, and that song.

  I think I was able to persuade him to movie this slightly more in the direction of Iconic.  Ahh Lloyd, bought, sold, processed……OOHHH I digress.  We had some fun comedy, and Matt unsuccessfully tried to convince the populace to watch Shaun of the dead. 
    -Finishing Season 3 of the office.  OH JIM!  OH PAM!

Then came the challenges, mainly consisting of my moms closet from the seventies being remixed by a bunch of skinny white girls, and then being thrown up inside Lane Bryant stores nation wide.  More than once did I try something on and see a very scary version of my mum from childhood looking back at me. FACT, sleeveless doesn't work for me, neither does balloon shirts.  Oh and belts across my midriff also are no good, and PLEASE PLEASE go back to straight sizes, and forget this 16/18 nonsense.  Slashes are no good. I know I'm fat, but there is no reason to make me dress like a baboon. 

Well, today I found out that my sister was in an accident.  She was riding her bike home from work, and a car hit her, and sent her sprawling.  She's bruised, and scraped, but otherwise unharmed.  Poor Beth!

Anyway I'm home now, back to work, and now beginning to train the second new person.  I just need one more, then I'm fully staffed again! We'll see how that works out!

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Ok soon I'm going to actually blog, you know, muse on something meaningful, or annoying.  But today. I've been working, literally, for 23 hrs straight, thanks to storm and short staffing at the hotel.  I'm a little bleary eyed, feel a bit squiffy, and really need my bed, so I'm going to post an update on my uncles sweater.

Yup, this is how it looks from the fr….well back actually, but the front will look the same. It's just not quite as long yet.

so here is how long is is right now.  I'm an inch and a half from the shoulders.  I'm kinda excited as I have never done anything this exquisite before.  It has also proved quite the conversation starter as I tend to take it with me everywhere.  There's nothing like knitting in the movie theater to raise eyebrows.  For some reason people think that action/adventure and knitting are incongruous.  What's wrong with them I wonder? 

In the good news category, I've corrupted my father.  He's (by now finished) reading the first three Harry Potter books on his holiday in Tenneriffe.
I, on the other hand, have watched a thoroughly depressing movie, Factory Girl. It is the story of Edie Sedwick, one of Andy Warhol's used muses.  What was the most sad about it?  Seeing way to graphic sex with Hayden Christenson.  I mean, he's now joined Daniel Radcliffe, Anne Hathaway and countless other former teen stars, who have tried to "grow up" the characters they do by throwing in graphic nudity.  Now I'm a proponent of well placed nudity now and again, especially when it serves a purpose, but gratuitous sex really bugs me, when it does nothing but titillate.  You know, its put in the movie to make it 'edgy' or appeal to 15 yrs old boys.  I'm watching and all in to the movie then suddenly "GAHHH Anne Hathaway's boobs".  There is time and a place for everything, I just morn the push to loose our innocence, even if it just our perceived screen innocence.

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