If only it hadn't had Leonardo DiCaprio...
Pretty Tommy really is that pretty. I mean, FUCKING HELL. Hello, oral fixation- I see you were on vacation with the libido. Guess it just took one pretty boy in glossy lipstick to bring you back.
One of my favorite things about Adam is his sheer playfulness, the very obvious sense of joy he gets out of just playing with his music, varying it up and experimenting with melody. As such, I offer you two videos (audio only) of Adam at soundcheck. It's... so joyful and playful and endearing I could almost die.
So... Inception was both extraordinarily fun and extraordinarily bad at the same time. I mean, I was on the edge of my seat, completely absorbed, had a ball, and left the theater flapping and squeeing about how I love Nolan and want to have his babies. (Also: Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Holy fuck.) By three hours later I couldn't stop poking at all the problems with it, like a loose tooth. By twelve hours later I had pretty much identified all the problems and stacked it up against Nolan's other work and identified why I was so incredibly disappointed in it, and by twenty-four hours later I was still turning it over trying to figure out how it could have been made into the movie it should have been.
(Basically, it either could have been made into an extraordinary heist movie- necessitating clearer roles for the crew members, a complete revamping of the third level, scrapping the limbo concept, and a clever final ace in the hole- or an extraordinary SF movie- requiring way more dream-logic and dream-physics manipulation and dream-disorientation and better Nolan-style structural tricks. I wish I had either of these movies, instead of what we got.)
But, working off my "the more I criticize something the more I obviously found it worth engaging with," I'm going to call it very good. It's certainly more worth seeing (and then bitching about it) than the average summer things-blow-up movie.
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One of my favorite things about Adam is his sheer playfulness, the very obvious sense of joy he gets out of just playing with his music, varying it up and experimenting with melody. As such, I offer you two videos (audio only) of Adam at soundcheck. It's... so joyful and playful and endearing I could almost die.
So... Inception was both extraordinarily fun and extraordinarily bad at the same time. I mean, I was on the edge of my seat, completely absorbed, had a ball, and left the theater flapping and squeeing about how I love Nolan and want to have his babies. (Also: Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Holy fuck.) By three hours later I couldn't stop poking at all the problems with it, like a loose tooth. By twelve hours later I had pretty much identified all the problems and stacked it up against Nolan's other work and identified why I was so incredibly disappointed in it, and by twenty-four hours later I was still turning it over trying to figure out how it could have been made into the movie it should have been.
(Basically, it either could have been made into an extraordinary heist movie- necessitating clearer roles for the crew members, a complete revamping of the third level, scrapping the limbo concept, and a clever final ace in the hole- or an extraordinary SF movie- requiring way more dream-logic and dream-physics manipulation and dream-disorientation and better Nolan-style structural tricks. I wish I had either of these movies, instead of what we got.)
But, working off my "the more I criticize something the more I obviously found it worth engaging with," I'm going to call it very good. It's certainly more worth seeing (and then bitching about it) than the average summer things-blow-up movie.
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