The Singing Detective (aka 'Fists of RAAAAGE' (aka 'SHOE BOXES!'))
So taconaco got The Singing Detective (2003, not the old one) on Netflix today, and I randomly asked if I could watch it with her via stream. Thus, I have now experienced what was perhaps one of the strangest fucking movies I've seen in a long time. Trippy like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and at the same time sort of awful like the movie of The Who's Tommy. RDJ was in it. Princess Buttercup was in it. Mel Gibson was in it. ADRIEN BROOOODY was in it.
In my theatre history class on tuesday, we were talking about the play Miss Julie, and I talked about how I felt no sympathy for the character of Julie. My teacher, Leigh Woods, issued forth a challenge. "Just wait until we watch the film on thursday," he said. "See if you don't feel bad for her then." So today rolls around and I have to sit through like half an hour of Helen Mirren in a role where I actually just wanted her to get off the fucking screen. For all of her amazing acting skills and all, Helen Mirren as Miss Julie is not sympathetic to me, not even when she is crying and trapped and omg her world is awful why won't someone just help her. Dan Dark, however, is all RAAAAH fists of raaaage I wanna shit on a sidewalk, and therefore totally sympathetic.
I thought that if you were going to have mobsters and detectives, though, why the fuck set it in the 50's and not the 20's where it belongs??? And also, why don't you have your protagonist, who can sing, actually SING, instead of just lipsynching to all these terrible 50's songs that I don't think too many people are all that fond of hearing. (Although three steps to heaven was fucking hilarious.) Princess Buttercup was almost as boring as Julianne Moore was in Benny and Joon. Adrien Brody was adorable as a mobster. Katie Holmes was a bit wtf, and had the two most awkward scenes of the movie.
Also, taconaco and I have come up with a new name: RSHDKJ (which stands for Robert Sherlock Holmes Downey Shoe Boxes Jr. -- YES the 'k' stands for Shoe Boxes and NO YOU WILL NOT understand why)
So I had to leave to go to rehearsal before the movie ended, and I was like "shit I really don't want to go to rehearsal, I want to watch the end of this movie, fists of raaaaaage and all that cranky frustration. I eventually made a decision: Either go to the bathroom and then leave, or watch a few more minutes and then leave. Let me tell you, I was basically jogging through snow drifts to get to rehearsal, I had to pee so badly. The fact that I really wanted to know what happens next in the movie made me realize that I probably actually liked the movie.
It was creepy, though. Straaaaange movie. And now to quote it: "Is this because I'm hot???" and "Sexxxx..." and "fuck!!" and a million other random fucking expletives that kept reminding me of Glen and Gary and Glen and Ross (that Glengarry Glen Ross trailer mashup that makes it look like they all have tourette's).
In my theatre history class on tuesday, we were talking about the play Miss Julie, and I talked about how I felt no sympathy for the character of Julie. My teacher, Leigh Woods, issued forth a challenge. "Just wait until we watch the film on thursday," he said. "See if you don't feel bad for her then." So today rolls around and I have to sit through like half an hour of Helen Mirren in a role where I actually just wanted her to get off the fucking screen. For all of her amazing acting skills and all, Helen Mirren as Miss Julie is not sympathetic to me, not even when she is crying and trapped and omg her world is awful why won't someone just help her. Dan Dark, however, is all RAAAAH fists of raaaage I wanna shit on a sidewalk, and therefore totally sympathetic.
I thought that if you were going to have mobsters and detectives, though, why the fuck set it in the 50's and not the 20's where it belongs??? And also, why don't you have your protagonist, who can sing, actually SING, instead of just lipsynching to all these terrible 50's songs that I don't think too many people are all that fond of hearing. (Although three steps to heaven was fucking hilarious.) Princess Buttercup was almost as boring as Julianne Moore was in Benny and Joon. Adrien Brody was adorable as a mobster. Katie Holmes was a bit wtf, and had the two most awkward scenes of the movie.
Also, taconaco and I have come up with a new name: RSHDKJ (which stands for Robert Sherlock Holmes Downey Shoe Boxes Jr. -- YES the 'k' stands for Shoe Boxes and NO YOU WILL NOT understand why)
So I had to leave to go to rehearsal before the movie ended, and I was like "shit I really don't want to go to rehearsal, I want to watch the end of this movie, fists of raaaaaage and all that cranky frustration. I eventually made a decision: Either go to the bathroom and then leave, or watch a few more minutes and then leave. Let me tell you, I was basically jogging through snow drifts to get to rehearsal, I had to pee so badly. The fact that I really wanted to know what happens next in the movie made me realize that I probably actually liked the movie.
It was creepy, though. Straaaaange movie. And now to quote it: "Is this because I'm hot???" and "Sexxxx..." and "fuck!!" and a million other random fucking expletives that kept reminding me of Glen and Gary and Glen and Ross (that Glengarry Glen Ross trailer mashup that makes it look like they all have tourette's).