The Situation
After work today and my last class of the semester tonight, I'm out of both for awhile, and heading to Saratoga. I'll be there on Thursday and Friday night. Then I'll be in Rochester from Saturday until Tuesday or early Wednesday (12/27), and then I'll be in Saratoga until I come back to NYC on next Tuesday, 1/2. Happy Christmas, y'all! Hopefully I'll see some people here and there.
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"You may like it a lot, you may think it’s alright, I can see someone saying it’s a little formulaic, perhaps a little melodramatic. But it’s just not a bad film. If you look at We Are Marshall and think it’s a bad film, you’ve got a strange agenda. You’re not being very forthcoming with an analysis of the picture. A lot of people -- and I know this because I’ve sat in rooms with 500, 600 people in them -- I’ve heard the audible sobbing. I’ve heard the audible laughter. After 13, 17 screenings you start to go, ‘OK, I’ve got the data. People are emoting with this picture.’ There are a lot of my heroes who never made me cry. Alfred Hitchcock never made me cry. I worship, I revere Alfred Hitchcock - but he never made me cry." -- that would be McG, indirectly questioning my analytical skills, because I fucking hated We Are Marshall. I actually don't have a huge problem with McG as a filmmaker; I like the Charlie's Angels movies, especially the first one. I hate his fucking music videos, but he's never botched a potentially great cast and/or X-Men movie, Ratner style. I just think it's hilarious that he thinks he has empirical proof that he didn't make a bad movie.
I'm actually all over the newest L Magazine after several issues without anything new from me; I review Curse of the Golden Flower, which I liked well enough. I also submitted a premature best-of list; I'm hoping to have a more finalized version with longer write-ups on Hollywood Elsewhere after my impending break from work, school, and NYC. I also submitted a single paragraph to the worst-of-year roundup. I'd say that NYC residents should pick up a copy and see it in its full laid-out glory, but they threw what seems to be the actual pages up on the website as JPEGs, so that's not really necessary. Unless you're dying for my Apocalypto now-playing capsule.
Finally, for more We Are Marshall and Dirty (non)goodness, you can check out my column on the worst movies of the year -- a list that was, for the first time in my young semi-reviewing career, a lot easier to make than my ten-best list (which remains unfinished and will be until early January, since most of the stuff I need to see won't be in wide release while I'm in Saratoga and Rochester).
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"You may like it a lot, you may think it’s alright, I can see someone saying it’s a little formulaic, perhaps a little melodramatic. But it’s just not a bad film. If you look at We Are Marshall and think it’s a bad film, you’ve got a strange agenda. You’re not being very forthcoming with an analysis of the picture. A lot of people -- and I know this because I’ve sat in rooms with 500, 600 people in them -- I’ve heard the audible sobbing. I’ve heard the audible laughter. After 13, 17 screenings you start to go, ‘OK, I’ve got the data. People are emoting with this picture.’ There are a lot of my heroes who never made me cry. Alfred Hitchcock never made me cry. I worship, I revere Alfred Hitchcock - but he never made me cry." -- that would be McG, indirectly questioning my analytical skills, because I fucking hated We Are Marshall. I actually don't have a huge problem with McG as a filmmaker; I like the Charlie's Angels movies, especially the first one. I hate his fucking music videos, but he's never botched a potentially great cast and/or X-Men movie, Ratner style. I just think it's hilarious that he thinks he has empirical proof that he didn't make a bad movie.
I'm actually all over the newest L Magazine after several issues without anything new from me; I review Curse of the Golden Flower, which I liked well enough. I also submitted a premature best-of list; I'm hoping to have a more finalized version with longer write-ups on Hollywood Elsewhere after my impending break from work, school, and NYC. I also submitted a single paragraph to the worst-of-year roundup. I'd say that NYC residents should pick up a copy and see it in its full laid-out glory, but they threw what seems to be the actual pages up on the website as JPEGs, so that's not really necessary. Unless you're dying for my Apocalypto now-playing capsule.
Finally, for more We Are Marshall and Dirty (non)goodness, you can check out my column on the worst movies of the year -- a list that was, for the first time in my young semi-reviewing career, a lot easier to make than my ten-best list (which remains unfinished and will be until early January, since most of the stuff I need to see won't be in wide release while I'm in Saratoga and Rochester).