French Film From the Sixties/Seventies
Just finished watching Eric Rohmer's "My Night at Maud's" plus all of the extras. There was a great conversation between this philosopher and a priest discussing Pascal.
As much as I absolutely loved the film, I couldn't help but think about the end of Waiting for Guffman where they are talking about the My Dinner With Andre action figures, and how all that happens in so many of the films I love is people sitting around talking and reading and smoking and drinking and eating, and then maybe once in the movie listening to music or dancing.
In a related train of thought, the best dance scene in any movie is Martin Donovan (and a couple others) in Surviving Desire.
lalalalala
Im pretty bored.
I went to see a matinee of Norbit, the new Eddie Murphy Film. In the far back of the theatre was a group of Adolescent (sp?) girls, to my back and the left was a family who said things like "OH, no..." in a dissaproving tone to about a quarter of the happenings on the screen. Then right behind me about three rows was a guy and his girlfriend, white, twenty something guy who just kept making really loud, annoying comments to everything on the screen, "YES!" "thats a big lollipop", really frustrating and annoying, and then in front was a woman and her daughter with cerebral paulsey (sp?) which wasnt annoying but a reminder (perhaps ironic) of the lot of life while I was watching what I qualify as an "escape" or mindless film...
Oh well. It was alright, I love eddie murphy, and I wasnt expecting anything from the film.
As much as I absolutely loved the film, I couldn't help but think about the end of Waiting for Guffman where they are talking about the My Dinner With Andre action figures, and how all that happens in so many of the films I love is people sitting around talking and reading and smoking and drinking and eating, and then maybe once in the movie listening to music or dancing.
In a related train of thought, the best dance scene in any movie is Martin Donovan (and a couple others) in Surviving Desire.
lalalalala
Im pretty bored.
I went to see a matinee of Norbit, the new Eddie Murphy Film. In the far back of the theatre was a group of Adolescent (sp?) girls, to my back and the left was a family who said things like "OH, no..." in a dissaproving tone to about a quarter of the happenings on the screen. Then right behind me about three rows was a guy and his girlfriend, white, twenty something guy who just kept making really loud, annoying comments to everything on the screen, "YES!" "thats a big lollipop", really frustrating and annoying, and then in front was a woman and her daughter with cerebral paulsey (sp?) which wasnt annoying but a reminder (perhaps ironic) of the lot of life while I was watching what I qualify as an "escape" or mindless film...
Oh well. It was alright, I love eddie murphy, and I wasnt expecting anything from the film.