movie talk Yesterday was truly a coup for me, in that I not only beat Joe at Scrabble (one of embarrassingly few times that I've managed to do so), but scored my personal best, with a game total of 346 points. I guess reading Word Freak really helped. I did indeed go to see "The Hours" yesterday, overcoming my fear of The Crying Ladies in The Dark. I enjoyed it, though I probably wouldn't want to watch it again, if you know what I mean. It's one of those movies that you watch so that you can talk about it afterwards, or know what the hell is going on during awards season when everyone's talking about so-and-so's "courageous" performance, but it was depressing as anything. I'm glad I went by myself, though. It's also one of those movies where you could potentially get really annoyed if you went with the wrong person. "What, they were all lesbians? How come she didn't just get a divorce? Wait, how did all that water get into the hotel room?" And so on. So the moral of the story is: never go see a movie with my mom. I admit that the only reason I went to go see it at all was because, after "Far From Heaven," I have a big-time girlie crush on Julianne Moore, and wanted to see her acting her butt off in another movie. It's nice to see actors in roles where they're working to mask their emotions, rather than emoting all over the place, crying and screaming and chewing scenery. Not that I'm some sort of actor or drama coach, but the latter to me seems easier, like a college drama student going nuts with the role of Blanche Dubois. The roles I've seen recently, however (in "Schmidt," "Heaven" and "The Hours"), are much more interesting--subtle and nuanced. I like it, especially coming from the notoriously scenery-gnawing Nicholson. Now if we can only get Sally Fields to buy into this notion. Look, I've become a film critic! Someone get me a sweater-vest, quick! On the agenda for this evening, an interview with a potential wedding officiator uptown. Wanted: non-denominational, non-freaky licensed man or lady to help us get married. It's harder to find than you think. Some of these people that we located on the internet (maybe that was our first problem) were definitely non-denominational, but didn't really appear to fit the second criterion. Not that I have anything against Amazing Technicolor Dream Coats and love beads on ministers, but I just don't want Mother Shabubu to clash with our flowers, dig? xo Michelle |
Wednesday . January 22 . 2003 . 11:24am |
movie talk Yesterday was truly a coup for me, in that I not only beat Joe at Scrabble (one of embarrassingly few times that I've managed to do so), but scored my personal best, with a game total of 346 points. I guess reading Word Freak really helped. I did indeed go to see "The Hours" yesterday, overcoming my fear of The Crying Ladies in The Dark. I enjoyed it, though I probably wouldn't want to watch it again, if you know what I mean. It's one of those movies that you watch so that you can talk about it afterwards, or know what the hell is going on during awards season when everyone's talking about so-and-so's "courageous" performance, but it was depressing as anything. I'm glad I went by myself, though. It's also one of those movies where you could potentially get really annoyed if you went with the wrong person. "What, they were all lesbians? How come she didn't just get a divorce? Wait, how did all that water get into the hotel room?" And so on. So the moral of the story is: never go see a movie with my mom. I admit that the only reason I went to go see it at all was because, after "Far From Heaven," I have a big-time girlie crush on Julianne Moore, and wanted to see her acting her butt off in another movie. It's nice to see actors in roles where they're working to mask their emotions, rather than emoting all over the place, crying and screaming and chewing scenery. Not that I'm some sort of actor or drama coach, but the latter to me seems easier, like a college drama student going nuts with the role of Blanche Dubois. The roles I've seen recently, however (in "Schmidt," "Heaven" and "The Hours"), are much more interesting--subtle and nuanced. I like it, especially coming from the notoriously scenery-gnawing Nicholson. Now if we can only get Sally Fields to buy into this notion. Look, I've become a film critic! Someone get me a sweater-vest, quick! On the agenda for this evening, an interview with a potential wedding officiator uptown. Wanted: non-denominational, non-freaky licensed man or lady to help us get married. It's harder to find than you think. Some of these people that we located on the internet (maybe that was our first problem) were definitely non-denominational, but didn't really appear to fit the second criterion. Not that I have anything against Amazing Technicolor Dream Coats and love beads on ministers, but I just don't want Mother Shabubu to clash with our flowers, dig? xo Michelle |
