(no subject)
The Netflix has slowed down a bit. The Yes Men (#W-3) still sits unwatched by the TV after a month. Turns out I'll be musical-directing How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying this summer, and the entire New York Public Library system doesn't have a single usable copy of the movie, so it's next on my Netflix queue, but of course I'm not going to get it until I send back The Yes Men, which I do want to watch. As it is, Brokeback Mountain (#S-4) has been sitting by the TV for over a week, and Sam suggests we just send it back, since she's seen it already and suspects it'll disappoint me after all of the hype around it.
The last two DVDs we got from Netflix (both from Sam's queue) were:
High Fidelity (#S-2). Lots of people told me this movie would be right up my alley (particularly pegster), but it was a big letdown. People thought I'd love it for the musical angle, but the movie isn't about music; it's about an asshole who doesn't know how much of an asshole he is. And I'd always been under the impression that it was a slice-of-life relationship movie for guys. Unfortunately, it just makes guys look like assholes, and it's a slice of the life of an asshole. Apologies to the John Cusack worshippers in the house, but I'm giving this a thumbs-way-down.
Shopgirl (#S-3). Slowwwwwww. Which is OK in general (after all, The Field, which I haven't seen since its initial release sixteen years ago, is further down on my queue, and I can't wait for it), but the slow pace here is for little reward in the end. (And what's up with the elaborate opening shot? Totally doesn't fit the movie.) The men are unlikable, and though Claire Danes is luminous as usual, her character doesn't have much to her either. I honestly don't understand its appeal, and can only imagine that the novella must have been even more ponderous. Thumbs-down.
All told, three hours of my life I'd like back.
---------------------
Greatest TV network tag line ever:
"Adult Swim. Whatever your alley is, we're up it."
---------------------
Burger King's "big buckin' chicken" commercials are nauseating. Let me get this straight: you hang out with a chicken, you cheer it on as it races on dirtbikes or rides a bull... and then you dismember him, fry him, bread him and put him in a sandwich? I don't get it, people. If you're going to advertise food made out of corpses, wouldn't it make sense to de-personalize the corpses?
The last two DVDs we got from Netflix (both from Sam's queue) were:
High Fidelity (#S-2). Lots of people told me this movie would be right up my alley (particularly pegster), but it was a big letdown. People thought I'd love it for the musical angle, but the movie isn't about music; it's about an asshole who doesn't know how much of an asshole he is. And I'd always been under the impression that it was a slice-of-life relationship movie for guys. Unfortunately, it just makes guys look like assholes, and it's a slice of the life of an asshole. Apologies to the John Cusack worshippers in the house, but I'm giving this a thumbs-way-down.
Shopgirl (#S-3). Slowwwwwww. Which is OK in general (after all, The Field, which I haven't seen since its initial release sixteen years ago, is further down on my queue, and I can't wait for it), but the slow pace here is for little reward in the end. (And what's up with the elaborate opening shot? Totally doesn't fit the movie.) The men are unlikable, and though Claire Danes is luminous as usual, her character doesn't have much to her either. I honestly don't understand its appeal, and can only imagine that the novella must have been even more ponderous. Thumbs-down.
All told, three hours of my life I'd like back.
---------------------
Greatest TV network tag line ever:
"Adult Swim. Whatever your alley is, we're up it."
---------------------
Burger King's "big buckin' chicken" commercials are nauseating. Let me get this straight: you hang out with a chicken, you cheer it on as it races on dirtbikes or rides a bull... and then you dismember him, fry him, bread him and put him in a sandwich? I don't get it, people. If you're going to advertise food made out of corpses, wouldn't it make sense to de-personalize the corpses?