movies.
Little Miss Sunshine: Maria, Chris and I went to see this Friday night, even though they had never heard of it. I had high hopes for the movie, and it lived up to all of them, surpassed, them even, and then immediately went on the dvd "to buy" list. The most captivating character was the brother, who didn't even speak. It's weird to get a character, in so many ways. Doesn't usually happen. I loved the part when they first started the trip, hopes high, and "Chicago" is the soundtrack to their driving, and you could hear hushed voices throughout the theatre whispering, "Suf-suf-sufjan-jan Stev-ste-stevens sufjan stevens." Definitely an awesome movie.
Snakes on a Plane: First off, this movie should definitely have an exclamation point at the end of its title, it would be just that much cooler. No more Snakes on a Plane ho hum. Snakes on a Plane! and the words "bitch!" and "motherfucker!" could also be inserted there as well. Second off, Samuel L. Jackson is the personification of "the shit." Everyone else is screaming they' asses off about these snakes, and he sees one, slams it on the ground, keeps on walking and doesn't even flinch. Then there is the fact that these snakes only like asses, titties, penises, eye sockets, and screaming gaping mouths. I especially liked the random sound clips: "Oh God! Snakes!" Sarah and I screamed in genuine surprise at one point, and then started laughing when we realized we had actually been scared for point two seconds. Much like a roller-coaster, it's not all that scary, just fun to pretend that it is for a bit.
When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts: I tried to compare this documentary to any other documentary I have seen. I tried to compare it to another play, even. Bolwing for Columbine had nothing on this. Farenheit 911 had nothing on this. Even the Laramie Project had nothing on this. This two part movie, broadcast on HBO, was so incredibly... enraging, emotional, moving... that I felt the overwhelming urge to stand up at the end and clap in the direction of my television. I plan on going to buy blank videos to tape it next time it comes on, if anyone wants to borrow it.
No one else could have directed this movie but Spike Lee. Michael Moore could not have done this. Some unknown director(s) could not have done this. It only made sense in a myriad of ways for him to create this film, and create it well he did. Spike Lee's voice was mostly silent. He did what no one bothered to do, in 358 days... he listened. He used the voices of the people, the music, the images, and the overwhelming emotion to create something that made sense, was well structured, and went by much quicker than four hours. And the hurt and the rage that I feel afterwards is magnified by the fact that it reminded and reopened and enlightened me on the reasons why it sucks so badly... two words, and they aren't "Hurricane Katrina," they are simply, our government.
As I write this, FEMA stated today that they will turn the power off on anyone in Houston who has not transferred the power over in their names. Over 4,000 people will be affected.
Snakes on a Plane: First off, this movie should definitely have an exclamation point at the end of its title, it would be just that much cooler. No more Snakes on a Plane ho hum. Snakes on a Plane! and the words "bitch!" and "motherfucker!" could also be inserted there as well. Second off, Samuel L. Jackson is the personification of "the shit." Everyone else is screaming they' asses off about these snakes, and he sees one, slams it on the ground, keeps on walking and doesn't even flinch. Then there is the fact that these snakes only like asses, titties, penises, eye sockets, and screaming gaping mouths. I especially liked the random sound clips: "Oh God! Snakes!" Sarah and I screamed in genuine surprise at one point, and then started laughing when we realized we had actually been scared for point two seconds. Much like a roller-coaster, it's not all that scary, just fun to pretend that it is for a bit.
When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts: I tried to compare this documentary to any other documentary I have seen. I tried to compare it to another play, even. Bolwing for Columbine had nothing on this. Farenheit 911 had nothing on this. Even the Laramie Project had nothing on this. This two part movie, broadcast on HBO, was so incredibly... enraging, emotional, moving... that I felt the overwhelming urge to stand up at the end and clap in the direction of my television. I plan on going to buy blank videos to tape it next time it comes on, if anyone wants to borrow it.
No one else could have directed this movie but Spike Lee. Michael Moore could not have done this. Some unknown director(s) could not have done this. It only made sense in a myriad of ways for him to create this film, and create it well he did. Spike Lee's voice was mostly silent. He did what no one bothered to do, in 358 days... he listened. He used the voices of the people, the music, the images, and the overwhelming emotion to create something that made sense, was well structured, and went by much quicker than four hours. And the hurt and the rage that I feel afterwards is magnified by the fact that it reminded and reopened and enlightened me on the reasons why it sucks so badly... two words, and they aren't "Hurricane Katrina," they are simply, our government.
As I write this, FEMA stated today that they will turn the power off on anyone in Houston who has not transferred the power over in their names. Over 4,000 people will be affected.