every TIME you are NEAR
So yesterday we saw Mirrormask.
I wanna see it again.
shaula82 is so right when she says the story was a bit predictable. I did chafe a little at that. But if you know the broad strokes, you could ignore that and focus in on the details. And the details were sweetly sharply Gaiman, the humour, the humanity, the sparse sinewy dialogue. don't you just love the word sinewy?
God, I love Gina McKee. I kept looking at her and screaming in my head, "It's the lady from The Forsyte Saga!" Of which, Ari pointed out, I have only ever seen one episode. But still she was so unbelievably beautiful, her face so brilliantly flawless that she totally captivated me in that episode and now here she is. I've seen her name mentioned so many times over the making of Mirrormask but only saw the episode earlier this year and even then didn't even notice her name. Gah. She was so beautiful and so fabulously cast and I sincerely hope she had a fabulous time with those fabulous costumes. Turns out it's Gina in my icon. *points*
Twas funny seeing Dave McKean's art on the big screen, seeing his art move slightly. He has such a distinctive style it was overwhelmingly familiar and yet odd because it was unfamiliar as well. God, the intricacy of every shot, every character, every passer-by, every backdrop. So need to see it again. The textures bristled and dripped and furred across the screen, it was all so tactile in this very visual sense, if that makes sense at all. Gah. Just gah. How can you say anything less than gah to the gorgeosity and complexity of McKean? Fucking genius. It's no wonder at all that Ari worships him so. That's pretty much what was running through my head over and over again in the two hours.
It did feel like two hours, though. It felt like a long movie. Either because I was tired or because the story was predictable or because there was just so much information in every single shot or because the pace of the story was steady and deliberate. You pretty much had to give yourself over. Kinda like a Shymalam film. "I will tell this story and I will tell it in my own time at my own pace and you will sit there and watch." And in certain people's hands, that's perfectly fine.
The soundtrack was fabulous. From the first scene, it had me hooked. Juxtaposition of music against event totally unsteadied you from the get go. Iain Ballamy. I took note in the opening credits and am very glad I did and now understand why I see enough people in my flist citing the soundtrack as their music choice. It's so so very interesting and oddly beautiful. Want it. When the closing credits rolled, I saw it was him we have to blame for that brilliant brilliant bewildering version of Close To You. He arranged it and ever since Neil played us that bit in Canberra, I've been humming Burt Bacharach at random moments and not so much hating myself for it.
Cos we all know how much I hate Burt Bacharach and his horrible sexist lyrics, right? Roight. Wives should also be lovers too, I'll slap you so hard your toupee will spin right around, run to his arms the moment he, horrible swiving arsehole of a song.
Oh. Ha. shaula82 did the funniest and meanest thing before the movie. A preview began and she leaned over to me and said words to the effect, "This is your favourite movie, right? You're going to absolutely love this one." And I'm like "Whu? Wha?", racking my brain to think of books I love that are soon to be released on the big screen. I go through Marillier, Gabaldon, LeGuin, frowning at the screen. And I detect this note in her voice and say to her, still racking my brain, "You're being sarcastic, are you being sarcastic?"
"Me? Would I? Never ..."
Something in the voiceover of the trailer suddenly clicked and I let out this totally involuntary and very violent roar growl of (as Ari says) disgust, outrage that I didn't recognise it, and (as I say) just pure rage. It was totally involuntary and loud enough that I actually heard myself echo back. Luckily, we knew half the people in the cinema and mostly everyone laughed so that was okay. But oh yes.
The Da Vinci Code.
The voiceover said something about everything you thought you knew, prepare to be amazed. I said "Oh fuck you!" And then we expressed the appropriate shock and horror that Sir Ian McKellen was in it. He's prolly the baddie. But still. How could you, Ian?? How could you??? I wore my Darkness shirt for you and you grinned at me, how could you betray me so?? *sobs, beats chest*
Yeah, I'm really lining up for that one. Beating down the box office, etc.
But more importantly, I'm not sure if I'll be ordering Mirrormask as soon as it comes out December 20. Cos if I get that DVD into my capping program, woah boy. Wait, no, ha, I can't cap it. Good. Excellent. Damnit.
Ridiculously expensive Indian dinner and a movie with Ari now. Friday nights, mmmmmmmmmmm yes. In the SangDria Republic, all Indian food will cost no more than five dollars. Mark me. That's the platform on which I expect to be elected Benevolent Dictator.
I wanna see it again.
shaula82 is so right when she says the story was a bit predictable. I did chafe a little at that. But if you know the broad strokes, you could ignore that and focus in on the details. And the details were sweetly sharply Gaiman, the humour, the humanity, the sparse sinewy dialogue. don't you just love the word sinewy?
God, I love Gina McKee. I kept looking at her and screaming in my head, "It's the lady from The Forsyte Saga!" Of which, Ari pointed out, I have only ever seen one episode. But still she was so unbelievably beautiful, her face so brilliantly flawless that she totally captivated me in that episode and now here she is. I've seen her name mentioned so many times over the making of Mirrormask but only saw the episode earlier this year and even then didn't even notice her name. Gah. She was so beautiful and so fabulously cast and I sincerely hope she had a fabulous time with those fabulous costumes. Turns out it's Gina in my icon. *points*
Twas funny seeing Dave McKean's art on the big screen, seeing his art move slightly. He has such a distinctive style it was overwhelmingly familiar and yet odd because it was unfamiliar as well. God, the intricacy of every shot, every character, every passer-by, every backdrop. So need to see it again. The textures bristled and dripped and furred across the screen, it was all so tactile in this very visual sense, if that makes sense at all. Gah. Just gah. How can you say anything less than gah to the gorgeosity and complexity of McKean? Fucking genius. It's no wonder at all that Ari worships him so. That's pretty much what was running through my head over and over again in the two hours.
It did feel like two hours, though. It felt like a long movie. Either because I was tired or because the story was predictable or because there was just so much information in every single shot or because the pace of the story was steady and deliberate. You pretty much had to give yourself over. Kinda like a Shymalam film. "I will tell this story and I will tell it in my own time at my own pace and you will sit there and watch." And in certain people's hands, that's perfectly fine.
The soundtrack was fabulous. From the first scene, it had me hooked. Juxtaposition of music against event totally unsteadied you from the get go. Iain Ballamy. I took note in the opening credits and am very glad I did and now understand why I see enough people in my flist citing the soundtrack as their music choice. It's so so very interesting and oddly beautiful. Want it. When the closing credits rolled, I saw it was him we have to blame for that brilliant brilliant bewildering version of Close To You. He arranged it and ever since Neil played us that bit in Canberra, I've been humming Burt Bacharach at random moments and not so much hating myself for it.
Cos we all know how much I hate Burt Bacharach and his horrible sexist lyrics, right? Roight. Wives should also be lovers too, I'll slap you so hard your toupee will spin right around, run to his arms the moment he, horrible swiving arsehole of a song.
Oh. Ha. shaula82 did the funniest and meanest thing before the movie. A preview began and she leaned over to me and said words to the effect, "This is your favourite movie, right? You're going to absolutely love this one." And I'm like "Whu? Wha?", racking my brain to think of books I love that are soon to be released on the big screen. I go through Marillier, Gabaldon, LeGuin, frowning at the screen. And I detect this note in her voice and say to her, still racking my brain, "You're being sarcastic, are you being sarcastic?"
"Me? Would I? Never ..."
Something in the voiceover of the trailer suddenly clicked and I let out this totally involuntary and very violent roar growl of (as Ari says) disgust, outrage that I didn't recognise it, and (as I say) just pure rage. It was totally involuntary and loud enough that I actually heard myself echo back. Luckily, we knew half the people in the cinema and mostly everyone laughed so that was okay. But oh yes.
The Da Vinci Code.
The voiceover said something about everything you thought you knew, prepare to be amazed. I said "Oh fuck you!" And then we expressed the appropriate shock and horror that Sir Ian McKellen was in it. He's prolly the baddie. But still. How could you, Ian?? How could you??? I wore my Darkness shirt for you and you grinned at me, how could you betray me so?? *sobs, beats chest*
Yeah, I'm really lining up for that one. Beating down the box office, etc.
But more importantly, I'm not sure if I'll be ordering Mirrormask as soon as it comes out December 20. Cos if I get that DVD into my capping program, woah boy. Wait, no, ha, I can't cap it. Good. Excellent. Damnit.
Ridiculously expensive Indian dinner and a movie with Ari now. Friday nights, mmmmmmmmmmm yes. In the SangDria Republic, all Indian food will cost no more than five dollars. Mark me. That's the platform on which I expect to be elected Benevolent Dictator.