(no subject)
We're finally watching the Director's cut of Manhunter.
It is better than the theatrical version, but still suffers from bad 80s screenwriting. I could possibly be more forgiving, but I happen to know that this could make a fucking great movie, it's called Red Dragon.
Even in wide screen format some of the shots are set up horribly. The cinematographer either tried to be artistic, and failed miserably, or was just not a very good cinematographer. If it's an attempt at Cimema de Arte, it was too much. I know some of these scenes are supposed to be awkward and uncomfortable feeling, but too much really bad placement of the subject in the frame is too distracting. It'd be like a writer trying to tell the reader that the scene is an uncomfortable one by having a lot of spelling and grammatical errors.
There's one scene where Wil Graham is talking to Dr. Chilton, and the Doc is in the middle of the screen and there's a whole lot of empty white space behind him, and Wil is sitting in a chair facing him at the left of the screen, but all we see is his lower half. Not that I'm complaining about that, Billy Petersen does have an awfully nice lower half, but we could just as easily look at his lower region even if his upper were in the shot too.
Of course, the screenplay is still inferior to Red Dragon's anyway. Jon did an ever so slightly exaggerated impersonation of Wil, which was damn accurate and damn funny.
"You ate these Starbursts, didn't you? And then you threw the wrapper on the ground. You LITTERED, you son of a bitch! And then you shimmied up this rope, didn't you? Huh?!? Then you whittled, carving Chinese characters into the bark of this tree, YOU BASTARD!!!!!
*calmer voice* "Oh, and then you broke into this house and killed this whole family...
*yelling at the suspect who isn't there again* "...but you threw your Starburst wrapper on the ground, YOU SICK FUCK!!!!!"
And we're watching it out in the family room, which has a much bigger TV than my room. And I must say, whatever the hell that thing is in Billy's tight-80s-jeans that goes half way down to his knee and is as big around as my wrist, looks monsterous on this screen. I mean, Christ, it's good he keeps that thing under wraps, cos he could put someone's eye out. It's grotesque, no wonder he walks bow-legged.
Brings to mind that joke, 'My dick is so big, it has it's own dick. And even my dick's dick is bigger than your dick.' I thought it was one of those CSI fic clichés, but turns out Grissom really is hung like a brontosaurus.
And I'm about to geek here, so watch out...Brontosaurus comes from the Greek 'bronte' meaning thunder, and 'sauros' meaning lizard. *snickers and blushes*
It is better than the theatrical version, but still suffers from bad 80s screenwriting. I could possibly be more forgiving, but I happen to know that this could make a fucking great movie, it's called Red Dragon.
Even in wide screen format some of the shots are set up horribly. The cinematographer either tried to be artistic, and failed miserably, or was just not a very good cinematographer. If it's an attempt at Cimema de Arte, it was too much. I know some of these scenes are supposed to be awkward and uncomfortable feeling, but too much really bad placement of the subject in the frame is too distracting. It'd be like a writer trying to tell the reader that the scene is an uncomfortable one by having a lot of spelling and grammatical errors.
There's one scene where Wil Graham is talking to Dr. Chilton, and the Doc is in the middle of the screen and there's a whole lot of empty white space behind him, and Wil is sitting in a chair facing him at the left of the screen, but all we see is his lower half. Not that I'm complaining about that, Billy Petersen does have an awfully nice lower half, but we could just as easily look at his lower region even if his upper were in the shot too.
Of course, the screenplay is still inferior to Red Dragon's anyway. Jon did an ever so slightly exaggerated impersonation of Wil, which was damn accurate and damn funny.
"You ate these Starbursts, didn't you? And then you threw the wrapper on the ground. You LITTERED, you son of a bitch! And then you shimmied up this rope, didn't you? Huh?!? Then you whittled, carving Chinese characters into the bark of this tree, YOU BASTARD!!!!!
*calmer voice* "Oh, and then you broke into this house and killed this whole family...
*yelling at the suspect who isn't there again* "...but you threw your Starburst wrapper on the ground, YOU SICK FUCK!!!!!"
And we're watching it out in the family room, which has a much bigger TV than my room. And I must say, whatever the hell that thing is in Billy's tight-80s-jeans that goes half way down to his knee and is as big around as my wrist, looks monsterous on this screen. I mean, Christ, it's good he keeps that thing under wraps, cos he could put someone's eye out. It's grotesque, no wonder he walks bow-legged.
Brings to mind that joke, 'My dick is so big, it has it's own dick. And even my dick's dick is bigger than your dick.' I thought it was one of those CSI fic clichés, but turns out Grissom really is hung like a brontosaurus.
And I'm about to geek here, so watch out...Brontosaurus comes from the Greek 'bronte' meaning thunder, and 'sauros' meaning lizard. *snickers and blushes*