Jan 26, 2005 01:58
Woo! Well... it's probably not real good for my health. What do I care, though... I'll survive.
Thought that JUST occurred to me. At the very, very end of the movie, after Raoul puts the music box on Christine's grave, he looks and notices the rose/ring and has a moment of sort of subdued and shaky 'I'm acting like an old guy here' shock, and then we get a shot of another section of the graveyard. Why? Is he looking at something I should be noticing, there? Some trace of the Phantom's presence? Some important grave?
I'm confused.
I started to write out a list of the best moments of the Phantom in the movie... and then I started to realize that I was essentially making a list of every single time he's on screen. Oops.
So instead, let's have a list of great Raoul moments.
*crickets chirp*
Oooo, that was harsh.
(Well, it was funny to me.) Seriously, Patrick Wilson really is a decent Raoul, I just don't get real excited about the character in general, and I don't actually feel like compiling a list of the better moments. The list would not be as long as the Phantom's, I can tell you.
I also had a list of the funniest moments. Then I realized most of them were covered in the nitpicking. Since essentially, if it really made me laugh, it probably wasn't meant to. Carlotta merely makes me smile, for the most part, if she's genuinely being funny, otherwise she is annoying. The rest of the list was things that are obviously intended to be funny. Like her croaking. I do rather enjoy that in a "she really deserved it" sort of way... And Reyer has some good moments in the movie. Most notably when the Fop In Yellow is failing to get offstage/behind the curtain during the chaos that is Il Muto.
And... that's about it for today. Especially since I already have one big long post about Phantom. I could also mention my misadventures at the car dealership today... but that's not nearly so interesting. Suffice to say, I don't think there is a single salesperson on this planet I would like, and if I did find one I initially liked, I would be constantly suspicious of them because they would be somehow deceiving me into liking them. The salesperson I got will henceforth be known as The Christian Hooker, because her copious amounts of cheap jewelry, poor makeup and fake tan reminded me of a prostitute, and she seemed to be trying to win my trust by constantly mentioning her church. She also had religious paraphrenalia on her desk. That is most definitely not the way to win me over.
Anyway, enough for the night.
car,
phantom,
rant