Ooh Ooh Review
Watched two films todays: Casino Royale and Little Miss Sunshine:
Of the first, I found much to be dislike, but nonetheless quite a bit that I really loved. I watched it in a cinema full of old people who gasped whenever something shocking or violent happened, which was like ALL THE TIME.
I mean, the film started with a man being brutally beaten and then drowned - by the good guy - and went on to kill a few dozen innocent people in various explosions and accidents and so on. I had the same probalem with the second Matrix movie - everyone was raving about the big motorway/bridge/shoot out/chase extravanganza, but I was like, 'What about all the people in the cars? Who are DYING?'
You could tell me that they weren't real, just characters, but... I have issues with the difference between reality and fiction that I'm still smoothing out and my point is, I guess, that I can't help wondering who they are. And what the hell they're dying for. Or something. I just know it pisses me right off. And makes me horridly uncomfortable because I just can't stop thinking about it.
But, as I say, I liked it. Well, bits of it. I liked the love-interest's character until she suddenly got a (sex) lobotomy and saying things like 'You can have me anywhere, any place, however you like' etc, which fucked me off mainly because of the idea that sex is designed for the pleasure of men and also because it was just not something she'd ever say BUT ANYWAY.
It's a very silly movie and quite exciting at times, and there is much, much eye candy. Omg but that lady's breasts. That was distracting. Very distracting. And of course Daniel Craig has always been sex on a stick for me since Tomb Raider. Even if I was mainly watching that for Angelina ;)
Oh! And I liked the shower scene. Because... I'm an incurable romantic? Yee. Also I have a thing about men with great arms? Yee :D
Alternatively...
Little Miss Sunshine is like the best movie ever.
Eee. I love Frank :D I loved them all (but Frank most eee), which means the film must have been good because I absolutely hated the dad right up until he turned around and smuggled his dead father's body out of hospital to get his little girl into a talent show, at which time I realised he had sneakily become one of the loved ones, poor thing. But Dwane! I loved him, voiceless and talking, especially his evaluation of the pageant - 'This place is fucked!' - and his trying to protect his sister from it.
The journeys they all go on are astounding and lovely and wonderful - even if the Grandfather's journey took a rather terminal end, and I had trouble spotting the mother's. Probably because she didn't strike me as that odd at the beginning so I can't compare her ending very well. Maybe something altered about her tell-all parenting measures? I don't know.
The father had the best turn around. He became the thing that he hated - a loser - and then managed to learn that winning come in different tastes and smells. Dwane lost his dream, but gained a love of his family again - not their love of him, but his love of them, I mean.
And Frank! Oh Frank. I think I have a problem with wanting things I can't have, in that I can't help falling in love with gay men and catholic priests (So basically, I'm Assumpta Fitzgerald. Could be worse ;D). But Frank! He went from the lowest to the highest; from suicide to love. I just loved the way that he despite starting the movie an almost empty husk of a man he still threw himself into everything, helped everyone, had fun, pulled everyone along. Maybe I'm biased by my utter adoration of him but the emotional heart of the movie lay all over with him I thought.
I can't see that family ever letting him go, now they've got him. I can't see him leaving :D
Incedentally, I realised I loved him at the moment when Dwane asked him not to commit suicide that night, and he said 'Not on your watch. I wouldn't do that to you.' At least, that's the moment when I first said 'I love Frank!' outloud and to nobody in particular. I didn't stop saying it for the whole rest of the movie and at the end I just sat there making silly noises and saying 'Frank!' a lot :D
Did I go the whole review without mentioning Olive? Omg. Ok: Olive ROCKED :D And she was utterly beautiful to boot, AWW. I want a child I can put glasses on like that :) Olive! Yay!
And for some reason the whole joint-effort pushing the bus along thing stole my heart as well. In fact the whole damned movie did, dammit. Yay.
Now I must go. I have a photoshoot to do tomorrow that involes sticking hundred of photos all over my old house. Am gonna die :D=
Oh, and everyone in the world seems to think I'm French. Just because I always start phone conversations home with 'Bonjour Maman...' :P
Lastly, this is full of typos. Sorry. I'm VERY tired...
Lastly lastly: Kingdom of Loathing! My new spiritual home! Yazoo!
Of the first, I found much to be dislike, but nonetheless quite a bit that I really loved. I watched it in a cinema full of old people who gasped whenever something shocking or violent happened, which was like ALL THE TIME.
I mean, the film started with a man being brutally beaten and then drowned - by the good guy - and went on to kill a few dozen innocent people in various explosions and accidents and so on. I had the same probalem with the second Matrix movie - everyone was raving about the big motorway/bridge/shoot out/chase extravanganza, but I was like, 'What about all the people in the cars? Who are DYING?'
You could tell me that they weren't real, just characters, but... I have issues with the difference between reality and fiction that I'm still smoothing out and my point is, I guess, that I can't help wondering who they are. And what the hell they're dying for. Or something. I just know it pisses me right off. And makes me horridly uncomfortable because I just can't stop thinking about it.
But, as I say, I liked it. Well, bits of it. I liked the love-interest's character until she suddenly got a (sex) lobotomy and saying things like 'You can have me anywhere, any place, however you like' etc, which fucked me off mainly because of the idea that sex is designed for the pleasure of men and also because it was just not something she'd ever say BUT ANYWAY.
It's a very silly movie and quite exciting at times, and there is much, much eye candy. Omg but that lady's breasts. That was distracting. Very distracting. And of course Daniel Craig has always been sex on a stick for me since Tomb Raider. Even if I was mainly watching that for Angelina ;)
Oh! And I liked the shower scene. Because... I'm an incurable romantic? Yee. Also I have a thing about men with great arms? Yee :D
Alternatively...
Little Miss Sunshine is like the best movie ever.
Eee. I love Frank :D I loved them all (but Frank most eee), which means the film must have been good because I absolutely hated the dad right up until he turned around and smuggled his dead father's body out of hospital to get his little girl into a talent show, at which time I realised he had sneakily become one of the loved ones, poor thing. But Dwane! I loved him, voiceless and talking, especially his evaluation of the pageant - 'This place is fucked!' - and his trying to protect his sister from it.
The journeys they all go on are astounding and lovely and wonderful - even if the Grandfather's journey took a rather terminal end, and I had trouble spotting the mother's. Probably because she didn't strike me as that odd at the beginning so I can't compare her ending very well. Maybe something altered about her tell-all parenting measures? I don't know.
The father had the best turn around. He became the thing that he hated - a loser - and then managed to learn that winning come in different tastes and smells. Dwane lost his dream, but gained a love of his family again - not their love of him, but his love of them, I mean.
And Frank! Oh Frank. I think I have a problem with wanting things I can't have, in that I can't help falling in love with gay men and catholic priests (So basically, I'm Assumpta Fitzgerald. Could be worse ;D). But Frank! He went from the lowest to the highest; from suicide to love. I just loved the way that he despite starting the movie an almost empty husk of a man he still threw himself into everything, helped everyone, had fun, pulled everyone along. Maybe I'm biased by my utter adoration of him but the emotional heart of the movie lay all over with him I thought.
I can't see that family ever letting him go, now they've got him. I can't see him leaving :D
Incedentally, I realised I loved him at the moment when Dwane asked him not to commit suicide that night, and he said 'Not on your watch. I wouldn't do that to you.' At least, that's the moment when I first said 'I love Frank!' outloud and to nobody in particular. I didn't stop saying it for the whole rest of the movie and at the end I just sat there making silly noises and saying 'Frank!' a lot :D
Did I go the whole review without mentioning Olive? Omg. Ok: Olive ROCKED :D And she was utterly beautiful to boot, AWW. I want a child I can put glasses on like that :) Olive! Yay!
And for some reason the whole joint-effort pushing the bus along thing stole my heart as well. In fact the whole damned movie did, dammit. Yay.
Now I must go. I have a photoshoot to do tomorrow that involes sticking hundred of photos all over my old house. Am gonna die :D=
Oh, and everyone in the world seems to think I'm French. Just because I always start phone conversations home with 'Bonjour Maman...' :P
Lastly, this is full of typos. Sorry. I'm VERY tired...
Lastly lastly: Kingdom of Loathing! My new spiritual home! Yazoo!