illumination
i keep seeing movies in the hopes that each will be a pleasant experience. half the time i am left with a sense of contentment, but the rest of the time... well, i would call it "disappointment" except for the fact that my brain feels the need to nearly erase the viewing experience immediately from my memory. so i'm auto-blocking bad filmic experiences. fascinating. i think it's because i wish every movie were great, and if i can't remember the bad parts then i come away thinking every movie was fantastic. yeah, my neuroses have no end.
there's that and my need to describe myself metaphorically constantly. i nearly sat down at my ibook last night and wrote about how i am like a cup of tea, always made of the same blend of leaves, but hit the palate differently based on how i'm steeped, sweetened, served. yeah, i'm a crackhead cup of tea.
saw "in her shoes" wednesday night.
saw "everything is illuminated" thursday night.
what boggles my mind is how toni collette can play any role. she's been one of my favorite actresses since muriel's wedding, and though i have issue with her being labelled chubby (she gained weight for this role and looked like someone my size, and i am not fucking chubby) the relatable nature of her performance was near overwhelming. hell, i was overwhelmed by the end, crying, i even stopped eating my popcorn mixed with raisinets. cameron diaz is one of the most frightening movie stars ever, her face is like some leathery jack-o-lantern with stringy blond hair hanging sideways. completely unbelievable as a 28 year old. and all that semi-nudity, creepy, her abs are scary, her legs take up her whole body, and she looks so scrawny in normal person clothes i just want to give her a big plate of fried chicken and biscuits. that's what her boytoy jt eats right? as distracting as diaz's physicality was, her performance was fine, and overshadowed by the understated brilliance of shirley maclaine. i love that lady, and her past lives, and fiery redhead persona. love it. sure, she's the designated crazy grandmother in films these days, but now that anne bancroft is gone she has some roles she can pick up.
what pleased and surprised me most about "in her shoes" was that it was made by a male. shots and scenes that easily could have turned voyeuristic and removed, felt intimate and connected with the main character of rose. one scene in particular, after a 76ers game by a cheesesteak stand, normally would have played out as noisy, alienating, and overly complicated. but the tone was perfect, i felt as if i were rose's reflection or friend, noticing her noticing her date. must be the fact that the filmmaker's a hanson.
everything is illuminated could have been better, it could have been worse. i hoped it would be funnier, and though i laughed, there were numerous choices that removed potential funny from the movie. cate said it was very different from the book, especially the lack of magical realism, which i would have appreciated very much. i love the interconnectedness of things and people.
music- got the new franz ferdinand. loved their new single so much i got the cd. it's pretty good, though i love the new death cab for cutie more, makes me want to cry and smile all at the same time.
i really feel super tired today.
don't really want to go to work.
but i must.
if i don't get off the couch now i'll pass out.
the rain just encourages naps... oh how i would love a nap right now.
-e
there's that and my need to describe myself metaphorically constantly. i nearly sat down at my ibook last night and wrote about how i am like a cup of tea, always made of the same blend of leaves, but hit the palate differently based on how i'm steeped, sweetened, served. yeah, i'm a crackhead cup of tea.
saw "in her shoes" wednesday night.
saw "everything is illuminated" thursday night.
what boggles my mind is how toni collette can play any role. she's been one of my favorite actresses since muriel's wedding, and though i have issue with her being labelled chubby (she gained weight for this role and looked like someone my size, and i am not fucking chubby) the relatable nature of her performance was near overwhelming. hell, i was overwhelmed by the end, crying, i even stopped eating my popcorn mixed with raisinets. cameron diaz is one of the most frightening movie stars ever, her face is like some leathery jack-o-lantern with stringy blond hair hanging sideways. completely unbelievable as a 28 year old. and all that semi-nudity, creepy, her abs are scary, her legs take up her whole body, and she looks so scrawny in normal person clothes i just want to give her a big plate of fried chicken and biscuits. that's what her boytoy jt eats right? as distracting as diaz's physicality was, her performance was fine, and overshadowed by the understated brilliance of shirley maclaine. i love that lady, and her past lives, and fiery redhead persona. love it. sure, she's the designated crazy grandmother in films these days, but now that anne bancroft is gone she has some roles she can pick up.
what pleased and surprised me most about "in her shoes" was that it was made by a male. shots and scenes that easily could have turned voyeuristic and removed, felt intimate and connected with the main character of rose. one scene in particular, after a 76ers game by a cheesesteak stand, normally would have played out as noisy, alienating, and overly complicated. but the tone was perfect, i felt as if i were rose's reflection or friend, noticing her noticing her date. must be the fact that the filmmaker's a hanson.
everything is illuminated could have been better, it could have been worse. i hoped it would be funnier, and though i laughed, there were numerous choices that removed potential funny from the movie. cate said it was very different from the book, especially the lack of magical realism, which i would have appreciated very much. i love the interconnectedness of things and people.
music- got the new franz ferdinand. loved their new single so much i got the cd. it's pretty good, though i love the new death cab for cutie more, makes me want to cry and smile all at the same time.
i really feel super tired today.
don't really want to go to work.
but i must.
if i don't get off the couch now i'll pass out.
the rain just encourages naps... oh how i would love a nap right now.
-e
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