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It's sad that the first thing I look at in a movie to decide its worth these days is: did I nod off at all during? It shows how exhausted I am, really.
But I'm Not There and Eastern Promises I both liked for other reasons than they interested me enough that I did not fall asleep.
I'm Not There was just as fascinating as I hoped it would be, and I must say that of them all, Christian Bale and Cate Blanchett impressed me most. It's an extremely well written movie, if you ask, and I could not understand walking out of the theatre and hearing a girl in front of me, clearly a huge fan of his, complain that this was nothing like what he was really like. The whole point of the movie is that he was not one person, and that we never knew him. Um, hello? And in that extent, it was a success.
I'd heard lots of good and bad opinions on Eastern Promises, and I'm glad I managed to catch it before it went out of the cinema. I enjoyed it thoroughly, although I can't quite pinpoint why. Naomi Watts was nothing special in it, when she can be so much more, but Viggo was as good as ever. I have no clue how well he was doing with the Russian, but he sold it to me. Vincent Cassel sold the Russian less well to me, because of when the French accent was peeking through, but his performance was otherwise spot-on. I only wish that they had never actually had anyone accuse him of homosexuality, though, as it was quite obvious without stating it, and I think that stating it actually made it lose some of its strength, somehow. Nikolai played with that perfectly, always controlling him, being close to him and yet putting up the barriers where they needed to be so that he wouldn't freak out. Seriously, the more I think about it the more I think Viggo made that movie, as far as I'm concerned. (And, obviously, David. Duh.)
However, classes are starting to warp my brain as at times I kept studying the subtitles.
Random good news of the day: I've received my The Beginning t-shirt and it is making me full of squee. Baby Batman is so frakking cute.
For some reason, seeing a picture of Ron Glass and Michael Fairman marching together on Mutant Enemy Day at the WGA Strike is making me smile goofily. I wuvs them. Loadz.
PS: Thoroughbreds Don't Cry is 1937's Brokeback. I swear.
But I'm Not There and Eastern Promises I both liked for other reasons than they interested me enough that I did not fall asleep.
I'm Not There was just as fascinating as I hoped it would be, and I must say that of them all, Christian Bale and Cate Blanchett impressed me most. It's an extremely well written movie, if you ask, and I could not understand walking out of the theatre and hearing a girl in front of me, clearly a huge fan of his, complain that this was nothing like what he was really like. The whole point of the movie is that he was not one person, and that we never knew him. Um, hello? And in that extent, it was a success.
I'd heard lots of good and bad opinions on Eastern Promises, and I'm glad I managed to catch it before it went out of the cinema. I enjoyed it thoroughly, although I can't quite pinpoint why. Naomi Watts was nothing special in it, when she can be so much more, but Viggo was as good as ever. I have no clue how well he was doing with the Russian, but he sold it to me. Vincent Cassel sold the Russian less well to me, because of when the French accent was peeking through, but his performance was otherwise spot-on. I only wish that they had never actually had anyone accuse him of homosexuality, though, as it was quite obvious without stating it, and I think that stating it actually made it lose some of its strength, somehow. Nikolai played with that perfectly, always controlling him, being close to him and yet putting up the barriers where they needed to be so that he wouldn't freak out. Seriously, the more I think about it the more I think Viggo made that movie, as far as I'm concerned. (And, obviously, David. Duh.)
However, classes are starting to warp my brain as at times I kept studying the subtitles.
Random good news of the day: I've received my The Beginning t-shirt and it is making me full of squee. Baby Batman is so frakking cute.
For some reason, seeing a picture of Ron Glass and Michael Fairman marching together on Mutant Enemy Day at the WGA Strike is making me smile goofily. I wuvs them. Loadz.
PS: Thoroughbreds Don't Cry is 1937's Brokeback. I swear.