surprises? surprised?
There are birds singing outside, as though the sun were rising. It is 2:15 a.m. Someone needs to tell them that is not appropriate or the natural order of things, and that it needs to stop. It's confusing the hell out of me.
So I saw two movies in the last two days. Yesterday, The Fountain, and today, Pan's Labyrinth.
Pan's Labyrinth got a lot of press. A lot of press. But the theatre release kind of slipped by me. I watched it today with friends, being told right up until it started that it was a brilliantly realized and beautiful film. My roommate, in fact, indicated that he would "marry it," and I am actually quoting.
I hated it.
It was dark, horrifically (and unnecessarily?) violent, very disturbing, and overall, very sad. I'm sure there was some deep meaning that had to do with "real monsters" vs. imaginary ones and etc. and all that weighty stuff, but I can't look past the graphic torture and death scenes. It was beautiful and well done and scored perfectly, and I never want to see it again. End of story.
(Well, not quite end of story, it caused me to have some very disturbing dreams during my afternoon nap. Thanks a lot, Pan's Labyrinth. Really.)
The Fountain came and went in a flash. I heard it was terrible. A disappointing adaptation of a wonderful graphic novel. (Well, some people really disliked the art, but I like unattractive things, I guess.) A friend said it was like the director did not shoot enough footage for what he needed to put everything together. It is a strange enough story to begin with in graphic novel form... trying to make three timelines, one of them a bizarre future, fit together and make sense is a rough task.
I liked it.
Parts of it were over the top with CG, too weird and flighty... but the nitty gritty of it, the modern, current timeline brought me to my knees. Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz had really adorable chemistry, and the story of their "regular" characters is just so, so sad. Hugh Jackman spends about half the movie in tears, but... I believed him.
Bear in mind that I love melodrama. I love "love," especially when it's tragic. Moulin Rouge is my favourite love story. And I really love Hugh Jackman, (I cannot stress enough how much I love Hugh Jackman) and I am a sucker for a man who cries. So ultimately, I am biased. But parts of it really struck a chord with me about life, living, and dying.
Probably just another case of expect nothing, and you might be pleasantly surprised.
Tomorrow, some pics of Taka in his orangebabydolly shiny. And possibly some fiction. Because the Fountain made me want to write Dee and Taka. Like, a lot. We'll see.
So I saw two movies in the last two days. Yesterday, The Fountain, and today, Pan's Labyrinth.
Pan's Labyrinth got a lot of press. A lot of press. But the theatre release kind of slipped by me. I watched it today with friends, being told right up until it started that it was a brilliantly realized and beautiful film. My roommate, in fact, indicated that he would "marry it," and I am actually quoting.
I hated it.
It was dark, horrifically (and unnecessarily?) violent, very disturbing, and overall, very sad. I'm sure there was some deep meaning that had to do with "real monsters" vs. imaginary ones and etc. and all that weighty stuff, but I can't look past the graphic torture and death scenes. It was beautiful and well done and scored perfectly, and I never want to see it again. End of story.
(Well, not quite end of story, it caused me to have some very disturbing dreams during my afternoon nap. Thanks a lot, Pan's Labyrinth. Really.)
The Fountain came and went in a flash. I heard it was terrible. A disappointing adaptation of a wonderful graphic novel. (Well, some people really disliked the art, but I like unattractive things, I guess.) A friend said it was like the director did not shoot enough footage for what he needed to put everything together. It is a strange enough story to begin with in graphic novel form... trying to make three timelines, one of them a bizarre future, fit together and make sense is a rough task.
I liked it.
Parts of it were over the top with CG, too weird and flighty... but the nitty gritty of it, the modern, current timeline brought me to my knees. Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz had really adorable chemistry, and the story of their "regular" characters is just so, so sad. Hugh Jackman spends about half the movie in tears, but... I believed him.
Bear in mind that I love melodrama. I love "love," especially when it's tragic. Moulin Rouge is my favourite love story. And I really love Hugh Jackman, (I cannot stress enough how much I love Hugh Jackman) and I am a sucker for a man who cries. So ultimately, I am biased. But parts of it really struck a chord with me about life, living, and dying.
Probably just another case of expect nothing, and you might be pleasantly surprised.
Tomorrow, some pics of Taka in his orangebabydolly shiny. And possibly some fiction. Because the Fountain made me want to write Dee and Taka. Like, a lot. We'll see.