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And Kevin, you're right. But he can not want to see it without getting all adamant about its flaws.
I dunno. I want to see it because it looks like a neat way to spend 2 hours, pretty and all, but ...
i usually just go to the movies to be entertained. i try not to read lots more into it than just the entertainment value. the CGI were outstanding !!
I saw 3:10 To Yuma again tonight. What a great movie. I was trying to be a good wife when I went to see it in the theater with my husband but it was no sacrifice, actually.
I saw Avatar today and was blown away by it. Not only was the imagery amazing, especially in 3D, but the story, although simple, seemed to relate to so many different meanings. It was anti-colonialism in its reference to the European conquest of the Native Americans, but I didn't see it as anti-US at all. The 'bad guys' were military but bought by a corporation, not backed by any specific country specifically, although the main characters were American in looks & accent. The hero was white & military, but when he infiltrated the natives he learned from them, learned their strengths and spirit, and when he helped them in the final battle he didn't usurp the leader but asked if he could help them. I don't see how anyone could see them as having no power or agency of their own.
What struck me more than this, though, was the overlaying theme that the natives were physically and spiritually connected with everything on their moon/planet. Their spirituality and connection with their deity was a literal thing, were they could communicate with animals, plants and their ancestors. The men in the corporation thought they were just ignorant savages and couldn't understand what the scientists had found, that they communicated as a global network just like the synapses of our brains.
In the end, I felt immense sadness in the realization that (of course, I understand this is my own interpretation) our ancient ancestors used to have this kind of connection with the earth and all living things, and we've forgotten this with our superior & proprietary thinking and beliefs. We've cut that kind of spirit out of our lives and begun to destroy our world in the process because we won't recognize how much we belong to the earth, instead of our current thinking that the earth belongs to us.
Gretchen wrote: "I saw 3:10 To Yuma again tonight. What a great movie. I was trying to be a good wife when I went to see it in the theater with my husband but it was no sacrifice, actually."Oh, I loved that movie! Russell Crowe makes a great anti-hero, and the soundtrack was great!
also, some of the blue chicks were sorta hot. there, i said it
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Sally wrote: "3:10 to Yuma bored me to several naps. I just can not do cowboy movies unless they are Lonesome Dove."I agree.
"also, some of the blue chicks were sorta hot. there, i said it "LOL RA, I think you just like the fact that they had prehensile tails. :)
A Christmas present:
Bob Geldof’s blustery displays of braggadocio in the UK music weeklies back in the day, such as claiming Bruce Springsteen could never write a song as good as “Rat Trap,” may have alienated the Boomtown Rats from a potentially much wider audience, but I say it’s not really bragging if you can back it up. Like they do when they blow this London gig right off the hinges.
And another stocking stuffer:
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Hilarious, semi-sequel to George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead" posits that that film was based on a true incident involving army-owned corpses revived by a toxic chemical. One such stiff was sealed in a drum which makes its way to the Uneeda Medical Supply Co. in Louisville, KY, where it leaks a strange gas, mixes with rain, and soaks the ground of an ancient cemetary, reviving the dead therein as brain-munching zombies. Clu Gulager, James Karen, Linnea Quigley (in her star-making role) and a pack of seemingly already brain-dead punks are put through their paces by the cerebrum-starved ghouls who, unlike their Romero brethren, can speak. "Brains, more brains..."
Bob Geldof’s blustery displays of braggadocio in the UK music weeklies back in the day, such as claiming Bruce Springsteen could never write a song as good as “Rat Trap,” may have alienated the Boomtown Rats from a potentially much wider audience, but I say it’s not really bragging if you can back it up. Like they do when they blow this London gig right off the hinges.
And another stocking stuffer:
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Hilarious, semi-sequel to George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead" posits that that film was based on a true incident involving army-owned corpses revived by a toxic chemical. One such stiff was sealed in a drum which makes its way to the Uneeda Medical Supply Co. in Louisville, KY, where it leaks a strange gas, mixes with rain, and soaks the ground of an ancient cemetary, reviving the dead therein as brain-munching zombies. Clu Gulager, James Karen, Linnea Quigley (in her star-making role) and a pack of seemingly already brain-dead punks are put through their paces by the cerebrum-starved ghouls who, unlike their Romero brethren, can speak. "Brains, more brains..."
I've not given in and seen the movie Avatar... like the rest of creation. There's just something about the premise that doesn't appeal to me.And now, I have another excuse for not seeing it. :)
Plus, something about it reminds me of the Mulefa who get attacked by the Tualapi in The Amber Spyglass...
Anyone else get that?
Depression or thoughts of suicide from seeing something as simple as a movie? C'mon...
Pardon me while I go set myself on fire.
Pardon me while I go set myself on fire.
Clark wrote: "Depression or thoughts of suicide from seeing something as simple as a movie? C'mon...Pardon me while I go set myself on fire."
NOOO!!! Don't DO it, Clark!
Heidi wrote: "Clark wrote: "Depression or thoughts of suicide from seeing something as simple as a movie? C'mon...
Pardon me while I go set myself on fire."
NOOO!!! Don't DO it, Clark!
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Free Zoloft available at selected theaters.
Pardon me while I go set myself on fire."
NOOO!!! Don't DO it, Clark!
"
Free Zoloft available at selected theaters.
I get depressed and suicidal when I watch Weekend at Bernie's.
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I just watched Watchmen and have to say I didn't really care for it. It got bogged down around two thirds of the way through for me, and just never came out of it.
If the Oscar voters had some sense, they'd throw a nomination to Jackie Earle Haley. He nailed an impossible role.
Me thinks Christoper Waltz will walk away with the Best Supporting Actor Oscar. Not only is his Col. Hans Landa in Inglorious Basterds memorable, but his character's inspired a new Internet meme.
Me thinks Christoper Waltz will walk away with the Best Supporting Actor Oscar. Not only is his Col. Hans Landa in Inglorious Basterds memorable, but his character's inspired a new Internet meme.
The voters always forget about the first half of the year when it comes to the acting nominations.
Gus wrote: "If the Oscar voters had some sense, they'd throw a nomination to Jackie Earle Haley. He nailed an impossible role.Me thinks Christoper Waltz will walk away with the Best Supporting Actor Oscar. N..."
For someone who doesn't like talking like a pirate, you sure do say "me thinks" an awful lot, Gus. :)
Melanie Laurent was Shoshanna? She was excellent. And beautiful.
"Me thinks" isn't limited to smelly, whoremongering pirates. Shakespeare was quite fond of using "me thinks."
Gus wrote: ""Me thinks" isn't limited to smelly, whoremongering pirates. Shakespeare was quite fond of using "me thinks.""He got it from pirates.
I'm so tempted to say "ARRRGGGHHH" now.
I know, it was similar to "Can I ask you a question?" - well you just did.
Arrrggghhhh!!!Matey!
Aye aye cap'n!
[Just getting it all out of my system!:]
Get em all out now or we'll make ye walk the plank!
Yeah, Waltz was the best thing in that movie.
I just want to complain about the whole concept of Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Which I am having to buy more copies of for my library system right now.The woolly mammoths and the whole ice age came AFTER the dinosaurs! Unless they go through a worm hole, or build a time machine, there can be no DAWNING of dinosaurs in one of these lame Ice Age movies.
Can this series just DIE already? Please?
:::grumble, grumble, bah!:::
Thank you, I'm done now...
Psssst, Jackie... Part of the whole process of watching movies is the suspension of belief.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
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It's a sucky movie, Clark, believe it or not.Kids have NO taste...
Jackie "the Librarian" wrote: "It's a sucky movie, Clark, believe it or not.
Kids have NO taste..."
I believe, I believe. We own them both of them. Denis Leary doesn't quite cut it as a sabretooth tiger.
Kids have NO taste..."
I believe, I believe. We own them both of them. Denis Leary doesn't quite cut it as a sabretooth tiger.
But what did you think of his portrayal as a ladybug in A Bug's Life?
Jackie "the Librarian" wrote: "But what did you think of his portrayal as a ladybug in A Bug's Life?"
Did he really need the work that badly?
Did he really need the work that badly?
I think Leary loses a lot of parts to Willem Dafoe. But hey, at least he's got a sense of humor about himself.
BunWat wrote: "Clark wrote: "Psssst, Jackie... Part of the whole process of watching movies is the suspension of belief.
You're welcome.
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Suspension of disbelief. Although when it requires cables and a ..."
Good catch, BW!
You're welcome.
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Suspension of disbelief. Although when it requires cables and a ..."
Good catch, BW!
BunWat wrote: "Well that post was testing my suspension. ;)"
Then this one ought to test your patience:
My top ten (er, eleven) music documentaries/compilations of the past ten years (in no particular order):
1) MC5: A True Testimonial. 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. Expertly bound together with barb wire and C4 via interview and live footage and a personal tour of key MC5 landmarks in and around Detroit, here’s the story of five knockaround guys from the downriver shot-and-a-beer enclave of Lincoln Park who just weren’t cut out for the revolution. The DVD release is still hopelessly tied up in litigation purgatory.
2)The Reducers: America’s Best Unsigned Band. Don’t come here in search of “Behind the Music”-style tales of reckless ingestion of hard liquor and illicit drugs, Tarzan sexuality, macho party exploits, compromised major-label albums which quickly race into the murk of bargain bins, or musos veering off the rails without a map and wandering the desert of public obscurity, but living their lives as if they’re part of the federal witness protection program has always suited The Reducers just fine.
3)The Filth and the Fury. “Everybody on the planet knows Malcolm's (McLaren) full of shit," proclaims Steve Jones early on in Julien Temple's "The Filth and the Fury," making it clear from the onset that this is the Sex Pistols' own version of events and a whole lot closer to the truth than "The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle." Julien Temple delivers a compelling film that succeeds in conjuring something of the Pistols' humor, energy, and tragedy. This is history, and it's important. We're the future.
4)The Who: At Kilburn 1977. Complete footage of gig organized by producer Jeff Stein in order to gather some recent anchoring footage of the band he felt was lacking from what he’d already unearthed for the embryonic “The Kids Are Alright.” Shot with six cameras in stunning 35-mm clarity, “Kilburn” is a force of elemental anarchy that deposits the frustration, epic confrontation, and around-the-bend semi-punk roughhousing squarely in your lap.
5)You’re Gonna Miss Me – A Film About Roky Erickson. Poor, doomed Roky Erickson. His second acid trip hurt him, according to 13th Floor Elevators drummer John Ike Walton, but it didn’t discourage him from 300 more trips to the same well, burning holes in his mind that most likely will never fill in again if “You’re Gonna Miss Me” is any indication. While there is a happy ending here, as laid out in two postscript segments in the bonus features, don’t come to “You’re Gonna Miss Me” expecting a glimpse of anything close to the Erickson of yore, handing down some sort of cosmo-dynamic enlightenment to the huddled masses. His full recovery, I suspect, much like the journey that took him to nowheresville in the first place, is something that won’t happen overnight, if at all.
6)The Clash – Westway to the World. Anchored by a plethora of crystal-clear live footage – most of which looks like it was lensed yesterday – here’s the story of four ragged louts with guitar, amps, and drums whom many thought would change the music biz if not the world. Then came “Combat Rock.” Roll credits.
7)The Cramps – Live at Napa State Mental Hospital. Appalling in its brevity, this 22-minute, bonus-featureless DVD nonetheless packs about five times the lurid thrills and queasy satisfaction as multi-disc box sets 100 times its length or, for that matter, a multiple-fatality car wreck. A premise which probably seemed simple to The Cramps back in 1978 - booking a gig in front of a bunch of drooling, mouth-breathing, heavily-medicated patients (talk about a captive audience!) - now reeks, and I do mean reeks, of genius 32 years later.
8)Ramones: It’s Alive 1974-1996. Double-disc set packed with four hours worth of gig and television clips dating back 36 (gulp!) years, Christmas, New Year’s, the Fourth of July, and Halloween rolled into one. Let’s face it: as great as most Ramones albums are, they’re a pale substitute for a sweaty, throbbing, tumultuous club date, fortified by enough cheap beer to stagger a rhino, and if you never grabbed the opportunity to experience one while it was still available, then shame on you. The New Year’s Eve 1977 footage shot at London’s Rainbow Theater is some of the best shot of any gig - anywhere, anytime - Forest Hills’ finest flattening everything in their path; the limeys, the bouncers, the venue, and ceremony.
9)Chuck Berry - Hail! Hail! Rock N Roll. OK, I’m cheating a bit since this was originally released back in the late 80’s, but this gussied up three-disc box set and the bonus footage contained therein deserve a holler. But the real draw here is, of course, the sheer poetry of Chuck Berry's timeless body of work. As Jerry Lee Lewis so eloquently drawls, "He's the Hank Williams of rock 'n' roll." I can't top that.
10) New York Dolls – All Dolled Up. Ten years into the new millennium and we’re all suddenly and inexplicably once again just tourists on the spinning planet New York Dolls, Big Apple dreamers who went to the edge of teen beat stardom and looked down, content to lift a few drinks, crank a few chicks, and wreck a couple of hotel rooms. Anything greater would have been just too much hassle. Bob Gruen’s footage of the band plays out like nothing so much as local access cable TV from the planet Jupiter.
11) Ramones – End of the Century. A wistful blunder down memory lane, here’s the story of four guys who, depending on your definition, may or may not have been the first punk band, but who certainly woke the world to a new way of doing business. Perhaps Hollywood is infatuated with happy endings, but this isn't one of them. Other than maybe The Who and the Sex Pistols, no other band has been as shrouded in myth (some would say hamstrung by it) as the Ramones. I still say The Beatles don't count because, quite frankly, I detest them almost as much as paying taxes.
Then this one ought to test your patience:
My top ten (er, eleven) music documentaries/compilations of the past ten years (in no particular order):
1) MC5: A True Testimonial. 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. Expertly bound together with barb wire and C4 via interview and live footage and a personal tour of key MC5 landmarks in and around Detroit, here’s the story of five knockaround guys from the downriver shot-and-a-beer enclave of Lincoln Park who just weren’t cut out for the revolution. The DVD release is still hopelessly tied up in litigation purgatory.
2)The Reducers: America’s Best Unsigned Band. Don’t come here in search of “Behind the Music”-style tales of reckless ingestion of hard liquor and illicit drugs, Tarzan sexuality, macho party exploits, compromised major-label albums which quickly race into the murk of bargain bins, or musos veering off the rails without a map and wandering the desert of public obscurity, but living their lives as if they’re part of the federal witness protection program has always suited The Reducers just fine.
3)The Filth and the Fury. “Everybody on the planet knows Malcolm's (McLaren) full of shit," proclaims Steve Jones early on in Julien Temple's "The Filth and the Fury," making it clear from the onset that this is the Sex Pistols' own version of events and a whole lot closer to the truth than "The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle." Julien Temple delivers a compelling film that succeeds in conjuring something of the Pistols' humor, energy, and tragedy. This is history, and it's important. We're the future.
4)The Who: At Kilburn 1977. Complete footage of gig organized by producer Jeff Stein in order to gather some recent anchoring footage of the band he felt was lacking from what he’d already unearthed for the embryonic “The Kids Are Alright.” Shot with six cameras in stunning 35-mm clarity, “Kilburn” is a force of elemental anarchy that deposits the frustration, epic confrontation, and around-the-bend semi-punk roughhousing squarely in your lap.
5)You’re Gonna Miss Me – A Film About Roky Erickson. Poor, doomed Roky Erickson. His second acid trip hurt him, according to 13th Floor Elevators drummer John Ike Walton, but it didn’t discourage him from 300 more trips to the same well, burning holes in his mind that most likely will never fill in again if “You’re Gonna Miss Me” is any indication. While there is a happy ending here, as laid out in two postscript segments in the bonus features, don’t come to “You’re Gonna Miss Me” expecting a glimpse of anything close to the Erickson of yore, handing down some sort of cosmo-dynamic enlightenment to the huddled masses. His full recovery, I suspect, much like the journey that took him to nowheresville in the first place, is something that won’t happen overnight, if at all.
6)The Clash – Westway to the World. Anchored by a plethora of crystal-clear live footage – most of which looks like it was lensed yesterday – here’s the story of four ragged louts with guitar, amps, and drums whom many thought would change the music biz if not the world. Then came “Combat Rock.” Roll credits.
7)The Cramps – Live at Napa State Mental Hospital. Appalling in its brevity, this 22-minute, bonus-featureless DVD nonetheless packs about five times the lurid thrills and queasy satisfaction as multi-disc box sets 100 times its length or, for that matter, a multiple-fatality car wreck. A premise which probably seemed simple to The Cramps back in 1978 - booking a gig in front of a bunch of drooling, mouth-breathing, heavily-medicated patients (talk about a captive audience!) - now reeks, and I do mean reeks, of genius 32 years later.
8)Ramones: It’s Alive 1974-1996. Double-disc set packed with four hours worth of gig and television clips dating back 36 (gulp!) years, Christmas, New Year’s, the Fourth of July, and Halloween rolled into one. Let’s face it: as great as most Ramones albums are, they’re a pale substitute for a sweaty, throbbing, tumultuous club date, fortified by enough cheap beer to stagger a rhino, and if you never grabbed the opportunity to experience one while it was still available, then shame on you. The New Year’s Eve 1977 footage shot at London’s Rainbow Theater is some of the best shot of any gig - anywhere, anytime - Forest Hills’ finest flattening everything in their path; the limeys, the bouncers, the venue, and ceremony.
9)Chuck Berry - Hail! Hail! Rock N Roll. OK, I’m cheating a bit since this was originally released back in the late 80’s, but this gussied up three-disc box set and the bonus footage contained therein deserve a holler. But the real draw here is, of course, the sheer poetry of Chuck Berry's timeless body of work. As Jerry Lee Lewis so eloquently drawls, "He's the Hank Williams of rock 'n' roll." I can't top that.
10) New York Dolls – All Dolled Up. Ten years into the new millennium and we’re all suddenly and inexplicably once again just tourists on the spinning planet New York Dolls, Big Apple dreamers who went to the edge of teen beat stardom and looked down, content to lift a few drinks, crank a few chicks, and wreck a couple of hotel rooms. Anything greater would have been just too much hassle. Bob Gruen’s footage of the band plays out like nothing so much as local access cable TV from the planet Jupiter.
11) Ramones – End of the Century. A wistful blunder down memory lane, here’s the story of four guys who, depending on your definition, may or may not have been the first punk band, but who certainly woke the world to a new way of doing business. Perhaps Hollywood is infatuated with happy endings, but this isn't one of them. Other than maybe The Who and the Sex Pistols, no other band has been as shrouded in myth (some would say hamstrung by it) as the Ramones. I still say The Beatles don't count because, quite frankly, I detest them almost as much as paying taxes.
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But hey, at least he's got a sense of humor about himself. "
I really like Willem Dafoe.
Misha wrote: "Live Forever didn't make the cut, eh?"
Haven't seen it, but I LOVE Oasis.
Haven't seen it, but I LOVE Oasis.
Okay, I caved in. I saw Avatar last night. I was rolling my eyes at the thought of expecting to be impressed because of all the rave reviews it's gotten aaaaall the way to the IMAX theatre.
It far exceeded my expectations, though. I. Was. Blown. Away. I had such a visceral response to it. I love, specifically, that the 3-D effect in the movie isn't so much something that they had so they could do neat parlor tricks, like throwing stuff at you, or having stuff run at you... it made it seem more like an interactive experience.
I have to say, though, during the first hour and a half of the movie, I felt like I was going to vomit from motion sickness. I didn't think I'd make it through, but I did. The feeling went away a bit after half the movie.
I also loved the 3-D trailers... esp. the one for Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland.
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Sally wrote: "Oooooh I'm so jealous! NOBODY will go see it with me!"C'MERE! Come to Arkansas, Sally! I'll take you to go see it. :) I'll even pay for your popcorn and drink... AND your movie, if you're nice.
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Sally wrote: "Oooh, that'd be nice. And then you'd be right there for when baby starts kicking (and you know it will 'cause baby loves it when I watch movies.)"♥ !!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG !!!! ♥
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maybe sweeter just doesn't want to see it :)