Movie
Last night Bobda and I watched "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer." I put it in our Netflix que because I was in a bit of an Alan Rickman stint. Occasionally I choose an actor/actress and put everything that sounds vagueling interesting in the que.
This film starts off awesome. It takes place in 18th century France. I was willing to suspend disbelief when the protagonist/antagonist was born. Then I noticed while this was taking place in France, everyone was basically speaking in an English accent. I could ignore that and try to enjoy the movie.
This dude worked on his perfume, by killing these women and collecting their body order *ahem* "essense." When he kills the 13th woman (the secret ingredient) and combines her essense with those already collected, the damned faeries came out and started dancing. Well, not literally, but it's like we were suddenly warped to some fantasy movie. One scent of this stuff and the people gathered in the square (who were just seconds ago calling for his blood) turned into a huge orgy scene. Not that I minded the orgy scene, but it's not like they were doing anything. Just a bunch of nude people writhing in a "we're not really having sex" kind of way. Then Rickman's character (the father of the 13th girl) stormed up, sword drawn. I thought "Yay! Stupidity ends here!" but Rickman drops the sword, falls to his knees, and proclaims the man 'his son' after smelling the super hippy fairy perfume.
Supposedely this movie followed the book very well. Well... it was a very retarded ending to such awesome potential seen elsewhere in the story line.
This film starts off awesome. It takes place in 18th century France. I was willing to suspend disbelief when the protagonist/antagonist was born. Then I noticed while this was taking place in France, everyone was basically speaking in an English accent. I could ignore that and try to enjoy the movie.
This dude worked on his perfume, by killing these women and collecting their body order *ahem* "essense." When he kills the 13th woman (the secret ingredient) and combines her essense with those already collected, the damned faeries came out and started dancing. Well, not literally, but it's like we were suddenly warped to some fantasy movie. One scent of this stuff and the people gathered in the square (who were just seconds ago calling for his blood) turned into a huge orgy scene. Not that I minded the orgy scene, but it's not like they were doing anything. Just a bunch of nude people writhing in a "we're not really having sex" kind of way. Then Rickman's character (the father of the 13th girl) stormed up, sword drawn. I thought "Yay! Stupidity ends here!" but Rickman drops the sword, falls to his knees, and proclaims the man 'his son' after smelling the super hippy fairy perfume.
Supposedely this movie followed the book very well. Well... it was a very retarded ending to such awesome potential seen elsewhere in the story line.