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Nov 22, 2009 02:36PM
We saw "The Blind Side" last night, which was cute. Says I, the football hater.
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ohhh sarah. i wanna see that next weekendwatching christmas vacation again. i could watch this over and over
My wife and I are planning on seeing The Blind Side sometime this week. Hoping to see The Road also.
Her wrote, The Lives of Others -
a beautiful, beautifl, beautil movie.
Agreed. That movie crawled under my skin and stayed there for weeks. One of the best films of this decade without question.
a beautiful, beautifl, beautil movie.
Agreed. That movie crawled under my skin and stayed there for weeks. One of the best films of this decade without question.
I contributed to the over $140Mill, RA. :) I saw New Moon and The Fourth Kind this weekend. And for some stupid reason, the person sitting next to me in each movie felt compelled to talk to the screen during the entire movie. >:/ I liked New Moon better than I liked Twilight - I think it's because Catherine Hardwicke didn't direct it this time... it seemed more organic and less like a movie directed by an adult who tries to act like a teenager and just wears me out. I had no idea what The Fourth Kind was going to be about - I just went because my friend recommended it... said it was the creepiest, most disturbing psychological thriller he's ever seen. I was disappointed. I wasn't scared at all. And I really, REALLY wanted to be scared!
Jim wrote: "My wife and I are planning on seeing The Blind Side sometime this week. Hoping to see The Road also."Jim: see The Road first. Then you can use The Blind Side to remind yourself there's still some hope for humanity.
That is a good plan Sarah, maybe even back to back.
I'm planning on seeing The Road, because nothing says "holiday cheer" like a movie about the end of the world as we know it, and the subsequent erosion of humanity. Advanced word, however, is that the film version is great, and Viggo Mortensen should expect an Oscar come March.
Hate the trailer for the film, though - it smacks too much of an I Am Legend kind of action flick, which it absolutely isn't.
Hate the trailer for the film, though - it smacks too much of an I Am Legend kind of action flick, which it absolutely isn't.
planning on taking my wife to see The Blind Side over the long weekend. also planning on coppin' a feel in the movies with her and then taking her parking behind the old PPG plant for old times sake. that oughtta make the high ticket prices worth it
Gus wrote: "Her wrote, The Lives of Others - a beautiful, beautifl, beautil movie.
Agreed. That movie crawled under my skin and stayed there for weeks. One of the best films of this decade without question."
True, that movie was haunting.
and out of sheer curiosity, has anyone seen "Precious"? some people, whom just to end their talk show bugged me about it long enough. so i had to ask.
We were going to see it the other night, but my sister decided at the last minute that it sounded like too much of a downer. That's how we ended up at "The Blind Side".The same phenomenon - my sister's strange veto power - is also what caused us to pass by "A Serious Man" and "Good Hair" for Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant the other night.
I think she gets the veto power because she's moving out of my house again soon, and then we'll miss her.
Did anyone see Ponyo? It was beautiful, but I found the ending very strange. Did anyone else feel that way about it?
going to see Blind Side tonight with my date. i wanted to see Fantastic Mr. Fox but she wants Blind Side. i even said it had George Swooney in it but no budging.
George Clooney as a animated fox isn't quite as interesting as he usually is, hate to tell you, Kevin.
yeah, that's what she said too (sorry sally for the TWSS)blind side was terrific. i got all teared up right off the bat and kept wet eyes the whole time. wonderful, heartwarming story and sandra bullock (and tim M) was very good in the movie
hey Leslie !!
Hi! How are you doing? Any more weddings coming up?I want to see Blind Side. It looks really good.
Went to see 'New Moon' to just basically swoon over Rob Pattison, sad at my age but true...but he does seem to have that 'universal appeal' ha!
I saw it. It was much better than I expected what with all the negative reviews. Then again, I'll watch/read anything about vampires. It was entertaining enough and visually interesting. I think Robert Pattinson is creepy looking, though. All that pale makeup doesn't help, making his lips look like he went to bed stoned and didn't brush his teeth.
I saw The Blind Side today, and it did not disappoint. I was with you Kevin, I don't tear up easy, but I did today.
I saw Pirate Radio. It was fun but a bit ridiculous.
gabby81 - whenever i see an old style tuxedo with the ruffles and wide lapels i call it a "vinny" after joe pesci in that movie
My favorite Joe Pesci role is Tommy, the Mafioso psychopath in Goodfellas.
I was kind of disappointed in "The Future Is Unwritten."
Don’t get me wrong. Joe Strummer always stood tall, sang into the light, harnessed the momentum of many a beautifully-orchestrated riot, and left it all on the stage every night, but the slow, painful crash and burn of The Clash was at once mesmerizing, deeply painful, and a stake to the heart of the 22-year-old that still beats deep within my chest somewhere.
The idea of a long, long warts-and-all consideration of the man, the myth, the dental nightmare by those who knew him best isn't what bothers me, but it would've been nice if they could have been identified by caption. I think I saw Johnny Green in there somewhere. Once. He’s probably worthy of his own documentary.
To be honest, the final half hour here will most likely haunt my every waking moment, Strummer morphing into a bloated, undercover post-punk hippie, slumming at various festivals and tribal gatherings after his woefully-misguided and seriously-confused solo career makes a few final clockwise swirls down the loo, the closest he comes to going out in that romanticized, fabled blaze of glory coming in the form of a live appearance with Mick Jones for one final tilt through “White Riot.”
In the spirit of full disclosure, I watched the entire thing over three or four bottles of beer and a few shots of Jamesons’s and as you’ve probably heard, alcohol IS a depressant. Your results may vary.
Two stars out of five.
Don’t get me wrong. Joe Strummer always stood tall, sang into the light, harnessed the momentum of many a beautifully-orchestrated riot, and left it all on the stage every night, but the slow, painful crash and burn of The Clash was at once mesmerizing, deeply painful, and a stake to the heart of the 22-year-old that still beats deep within my chest somewhere.
The idea of a long, long warts-and-all consideration of the man, the myth, the dental nightmare by those who knew him best isn't what bothers me, but it would've been nice if they could have been identified by caption. I think I saw Johnny Green in there somewhere. Once. He’s probably worthy of his own documentary.
To be honest, the final half hour here will most likely haunt my every waking moment, Strummer morphing into a bloated, undercover post-punk hippie, slumming at various festivals and tribal gatherings after his woefully-misguided and seriously-confused solo career makes a few final clockwise swirls down the loo, the closest he comes to going out in that romanticized, fabled blaze of glory coming in the form of a live appearance with Mick Jones for one final tilt through “White Riot.”
In the spirit of full disclosure, I watched the entire thing over three or four bottles of beer and a few shots of Jamesons’s and as you’ve probably heard, alcohol IS a depressant. Your results may vary.
Two stars out of five.
Saw that doc as well, Clark. I couldn't help but feel profoundly disappointed at that one scene where Joe Strummer was beating down the door of a radio station, looking to do a radio interview...and he had to explain to the station managers who Joe Strummer was.
I was like, you fucking morons...this is Joe Strummer. No introduction is needed. Yet they shrugged their shoulders in ignorance. And I felt so sad that this is what Joe Strummer's legacy was at the time.
Ironically, it was after his death that Joe Strummer finally got the recognition he deserved. But I hate that he's gone.
I was like, you fucking morons...this is Joe Strummer. No introduction is needed. Yet they shrugged their shoulders in ignorance. And I felt so sad that this is what Joe Strummer's legacy was at the time.
Ironically, it was after his death that Joe Strummer finally got the recognition he deserved. But I hate that he's gone.
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Sweeter disagreed, he thought it was a great story, and he really enjoyed the narration, but I found it odd. Did anyone else see it? can you show me what I missed about it?
I admit it was kind of cool to see Brad Pitt in role so unlike his usual. he was mean, surly, and dark. The scene where he goes bonkers and holds a knife to Bob's throat was downright terrifying.
But it was just so . . . ugh.
I'm with you, Sally. I didn't get it, either. Long and strange, and I didn't get it.Guy movie, maybe?
I liked that movie but I was pretty drunk at the time.
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Yeah. Why is that so hard to understand?
Sally wrote: "Yes Jackie, it seems to be one of those things that guys appreciate because of all that those cowboys communicate through their lack of communication with each other. "Hahahahahaha!!!! Sally, you made me laugh out loud! Laconic cowboy communication!
The other night, when the Food Network wasn't doing its usual number on my chronic insomnia, I happened across "Madonna: Truth or Dare" and thought, "What the hell? Why not?"
Your tolerance for this self-mythologizing, self-financed documentary depends on how much Madonna you can stomach. It’s megalomania with a capital ME, as Mizz Ciccone finks out her drug-addict brother, emotionally coldcocks a childhood friend, attends premieres with then-beau Warren Beatty, and gets dissed by Antonio Banderas, proving that even she can’t get laid on demand.
Sure, she can’t sing, but who cares? It’s all about the spectacle of the concert sequences, which are busier than a cat covering shit. In the end though, you can’t help but pity the poor little rich girl. She may have a body to die for, as well as a cadre of gay boys who worship her, but judging by this flick, our Maddy ain’t such a happy camper.
Nor was I by the time it was all over.
Your tolerance for this self-mythologizing, self-financed documentary depends on how much Madonna you can stomach. It’s megalomania with a capital ME, as Mizz Ciccone finks out her drug-addict brother, emotionally coldcocks a childhood friend, attends premieres with then-beau Warren Beatty, and gets dissed by Antonio Banderas, proving that even she can’t get laid on demand.
Sure, she can’t sing, but who cares? It’s all about the spectacle of the concert sequences, which are busier than a cat covering shit. In the end though, you can’t help but pity the poor little rich girl. She may have a body to die for, as well as a cadre of gay boys who worship her, but judging by this flick, our Maddy ain’t such a happy camper.
Nor was I by the time it was all over.
But then the next night I caught "The Last Man on Earth" (1964) for the first time in well over 25 years and discovered it has aged quite well.
No one's ever had much nice to say about this one, but I think it's pretty damn good. And at the very least, it's the best movie based on Richard Matheson's "I Am Legend" ever filmed, the other two being "The Omega Man" (1971) and, uh, "I Am Legend" (2007).
Vincent Price is badly miscast as the sole survivor of an unstoppable plague that's transformed most of the world's population into living-dead bloodsucking mutants who pound on his doors and windows every night and call out his name ("Morgan, come out Morgan..."). During the day, Vinnie carouses the unnamed city in his hearselike station wagon, staking his daily quota of vampires, and tossing their bodies into a burning pit (a thankless job to be sure, but there's no one else around to do it). He passes many dull, long nights arranging his garlic collection (to ward off the bloodsuckers), listening to old records, and watching home movies that launch him into prolonged bouts of hysterics.
Despite some atrocious dubbing, this one's well worth a look, especially the nightmarish scenes of the vampires attacking Price's boarded-up house, the obvious inspiration for George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead." What the film lacks in soul-sucking CGI, it more than makes up for in gloomy atmosphere.
No one's ever had much nice to say about this one, but I think it's pretty damn good. And at the very least, it's the best movie based on Richard Matheson's "I Am Legend" ever filmed, the other two being "The Omega Man" (1971) and, uh, "I Am Legend" (2007).
Vincent Price is badly miscast as the sole survivor of an unstoppable plague that's transformed most of the world's population into living-dead bloodsucking mutants who pound on his doors and windows every night and call out his name ("Morgan, come out Morgan..."). During the day, Vinnie carouses the unnamed city in his hearselike station wagon, staking his daily quota of vampires, and tossing their bodies into a burning pit (a thankless job to be sure, but there's no one else around to do it). He passes many dull, long nights arranging his garlic collection (to ward off the bloodsuckers), listening to old records, and watching home movies that launch him into prolonged bouts of hysterics.
Despite some atrocious dubbing, this one's well worth a look, especially the nightmarish scenes of the vampires attacking Price's boarded-up house, the obvious inspiration for George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead." What the film lacks in soul-sucking CGI, it more than makes up for in gloomy atmosphere.
Sally and Jackie, y'all are cracking me up. I saw it and I liked it, but GAHHH I thought it seemed despairing. I won't make a habit out of watching it over and over, that's for sure.
I agree, Clark. "The Last Man on Earth" was definitely superior to "The Omega Man." Of course, my preference may be because I much prefer Price to Heston.
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This elbows and knuckles documentary, which made the festival circuit rounds back in 2003, is hopelessly and shamefully mired in litigation purgatory as Wayne Kramer, Michael Davis, and Dennis "Machine Gun" Thompson battle the filmmakers and singer Rob Tyner’s estate over things like licensing, copyright infringement, and breach of contract. Luckily, I was able to snag a review copy a few years back. Don't ask from whom because then I'd have to kill you, but if you ask nicely I may burn you a copy.
Most everything you need to know about the MC5 saga and the town in which they were targeted as Public Enemy #1 by first the city, then the state, and finally the White House is best summed up by guitarist Wayne Kramer’s casual aside that “the Summer of Love didn’t make a stop in Detroit.” And how…
The film is expertly bound together with barb wire and C4 via interview footage and a personal tour of key MC5 landmarks in and around Detroit by Kramer from behind the wheel of a cherried-out GTO, war stories from Davis from his desert abode on Apache territory, and some sermonizing from a manic Thompson, who confesses to dreaming about the band five or six nights a week and believing they should still be playing to this day. Live footage of the band is a revelation, an incendiary guitar holocaust planted squarely in your face that is especially startling when juxtaposed with footage of a crumbling Grande Ballroom (the band's home away from home), the rubble of the Detroit landscape, and the 1967 riots which changed the city forever.
But in the end, five knockaround guys from the downriver shot-and-a-beer enclave of Lincoln Park just weren’t cut out for the revolution, or at least not manager, guru, and counterculture cause celebre John Sinclair’s complicated, woefully misguided, and hopelessly naïve version of it; “dope, guns, and fucking in the streets” completely out of their wheelhouse. Well, uh, the guns part of the equation at least.
Highly recommended.
This elbows and knuckles documentary, which made the festival circuit rounds back in 2003, is hopelessly and shamefully mired in litigation purgatory as Wayne Kramer, Michael Davis, and Dennis "Machine Gun" Thompson battle the filmmakers and singer Rob Tyner’s estate over things like licensing, copyright infringement, and breach of contract. Luckily, I was able to snag a review copy a few years back. Don't ask from whom because then I'd have to kill you, but if you ask nicely I may burn you a copy.
Most everything you need to know about the MC5 saga and the town in which they were targeted as Public Enemy #1 by first the city, then the state, and finally the White House is best summed up by guitarist Wayne Kramer’s casual aside that “the Summer of Love didn’t make a stop in Detroit.” And how…
The film is expertly bound together with barb wire and C4 via interview footage and a personal tour of key MC5 landmarks in and around Detroit by Kramer from behind the wheel of a cherried-out GTO, war stories from Davis from his desert abode on Apache territory, and some sermonizing from a manic Thompson, who confesses to dreaming about the band five or six nights a week and believing they should still be playing to this day. Live footage of the band is a revelation, an incendiary guitar holocaust planted squarely in your face that is especially startling when juxtaposed with footage of a crumbling Grande Ballroom (the band's home away from home), the rubble of the Detroit landscape, and the 1967 riots which changed the city forever.
But in the end, five knockaround guys from the downriver shot-and-a-beer enclave of Lincoln Park just weren’t cut out for the revolution, or at least not manager, guru, and counterculture cause celebre John Sinclair’s complicated, woefully misguided, and hopelessly naïve version of it; “dope, guns, and fucking in the streets” completely out of their wheelhouse. Well, uh, the guns part of the equation at least.
Highly recommended.
Ah, the MC5...oh, to be in that audience the night they recorded Kick Out the Jams...
Watched Taken again this weekend; it's easily my favorite guilty pleasure of this year.
Sure, Liam Neeson's a worry wart, and he's got every reason to be, but if his character were your father, rest assured, if someone tried to fuck with you, he'd fuck back. Harder.
I love this movie.
Sure, Liam Neeson's a worry wart, and he's got every reason to be, but if his character were your father, rest assured, if someone tried to fuck with you, he'd fuck back. Harder.
I love this movie.
How is that a guilty pleasure Gus? That is a great movie.
Well, mindless shoot-'em-up ass-kickers usually aren't my thing - I wanted to shoot my TV after enduring Wanted - but I think I identified more with the father's fear of losing his daughter than his ability to kick the living shit out of anyone who got in his way.
So maybe it's not so much of a guilty pleasure after all...
So maybe it's not so much of a guilty pleasure after all...
I enjoy anything with Liam in it. Hubba hubba. My favorite with him is Rob Roy. Big time hubba hubba.
Once you have a daughter Gus, there isn't anything that will stop you from protecting them.
Gus wrote: "Ah, the MC5...oh, to be in that audience the night they recorded Kick Out the Jams..."
I came this (holds index finger and thumb about 1/8 inch apart) close to seeing a double bill of the Stooges and MC5 at the Grande in 1969 at the tender age of 12. Brett Lewandowski and me were going to tag along with Brett's older brother Craig until our parents found out and put us under lock and key.
I came this (holds index finger and thumb about 1/8 inch apart) close to seeing a double bill of the Stooges and MC5 at the Grande in 1969 at the tender age of 12. Brett Lewandowski and me were going to tag along with Brett's older brother Craig until our parents found out and put us under lock and key.
That reminds of a story a friend of mine from Portland told me - he had the chance to see Pink Floyd during the first leg of their 1973 Dark Side of the Moon tour, just when that album came out. "Pink Floyd? They'll never amount to much!" was my friend's response to going to the show.
He tells me that was one of the stupidest decisions he ever made.
Jim, I guess I better enroll in some super-spy boot camp, so that if some pimply punk decides to make an unwarranted move on my daughter, I'll know how to sever his femoral artery using a blade of grass.
Then again, knowing my daughter and her temperament, woe unto he who decides to fuck with her. So I may not be needed after all.
He tells me that was one of the stupidest decisions he ever made.
Jim, I guess I better enroll in some super-spy boot camp, so that if some pimply punk decides to make an unwarranted move on my daughter, I'll know how to sever his femoral artery using a blade of grass.
Then again, knowing my daughter and her temperament, woe unto he who decides to fuck with her. So I may not be needed after all.
I saw that Pink Floyd tour when it rolled through Detroit. Still like "Dark Side of the Moon," but 36 years and 14,228 spins have taken some of the luster from it.
watching the narnia movies for the first time. not bad. not great. not a LOTR's epic deal for sure. the horse guys skeeve me out
i saw men who stare at goats recently, it was my first movie since ive seen julie and julia and bruno.. i heard the guy that bruno labeled a terrorist is sueing him for 110 million or something like that.. Men Who Stare At Goats was better then i expected it to be, i saw it at a gold class cinema and though it is a bit more pricy then i would like to say or admit if you are ever near one of the three or four they have in the united states i highly suggest checking it out; its an awesome date place.. its nice to recline and have a beer while you watch a movie, and a server button isnt a bad idea either.. how to go to the movies like a king i tell you, but unfortunatly you'll have to pay like one too..
The Hangover comes out on video tomorrow. I loved that movie when I saw it in a broken down western NY theater this summer, and I want to see it again.
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