Entries Tagged as 'me at the movies'

Misleading review of the Dark Knight

What can the new Batman say that previous movies of the serie have not already? Can it bring something new?

Oh, well, pretty much like Obama claims, yes, it can! The stunts, the gadgets, the franchise, they’re all there, but this Batman is new not because it is the latest, but because it plays with the simplistic preconception of the positive classic action hero. The line is not blurred, I’d say it is challenged. Yes, you will tell me this has been done before, it’s the whole spiel of the schizo double faced heroes, it’s the quintessence of a hero that needs a mask. Even the title is chosen as a result, the dark knight as opposed to the white knight.

But hear me out here. This Batman is more appealing to me because it left me wondering. Before this Batman we knew exactly the good and bad role plays and how they were cast among the protagonists.  But during this entire movie I have now felt like I was never sure. The good guys turn bad sooner or later, for one reason or another, and the true good guy has to pretend otherwise. So bottom line nobody IS the good guy.

The not so simplist line of bad and good, or bad against good, might not be so easy to digest by the public, but it is definitely an educated trendsetting choice. If the producers bet with this one against Hollywood, they might just win.

And Heath Ledger’s “Hello” in the red wig will make history.

I am happy happy. Not

Let me tell you. I am really considering changing the name of the blog. To “The Complainer”.

Like somebody close told me. “These things happen to everybody. It’s just that you have a way of complaining about them.”

Yes. It has happened again. I am going to complain. The car is scratched! I went to the movie, and when I returned there was this piece of paper in the windshield. Somebody, somebody who carries an agenda, has sacrificed his or hers 25, 26 and 27 October 2008 to update on the happenings of today, 13 July of the same year! While I was probably blissfully unaware and spending in the Levi’s store, or better yet, missing on a few action scenes of the movie, unsuccessfully looking for my keys under my seat of the movie theater, a car scratched mine in the parking lot.

“[license plate number]

The car with this license number has scratched the front of your car.

An anonymous witness”

Yes. It is really signed “an anonymous witness”! I don’t know if I should be thrilled there are still people who benevolently let you know about misfortunes that otherwise would pass us unnoticed, and thus uncelebrated, or worried that if ever I scratch’n'run there’s somebody to tell on me. For all I know the number can be wrong or totally made up. It’s just the care that is really scratched.

So here I go again. Hello police, hello insurance company. Author unknown. Higher bill next year. And the like. Joy to the world. The only vindication is the author unknown himself or herself will have to do pretty much the same.

Further philosophical considerations I won’t bother you with lead me to the conclusion. Savagery is more expensive. But civilization is more complicated. If you don’t have time or if you don’t want to take the time, you pay. Hence time is money.

I just know

All these people have expectations I don’t want to fulfill anymore.

I am playing god. Since when can I decide somebody is not worthy of being helped, just because they are stupid?

Why am I being nice with people that are being nice? Why am I not simply nice?

In more worldly terms, call me stupid, but I have just performed a variation of a previous mistake. Yeap, the first time it’s a mistake, the second one is being stupid.

I have lost something. I have lost interest. Even the stats are not telling me otherwise.

Where has sexy gone? Hello! It never left, it was always with husband and daddy Brad Pitt. I have missed Meet Joe Black on DVD, but I have seen  Kung Fu Panda and Hancock.

Last night

I needed an easily digestible movie, after the day’s scorcher. So, there! shampoo and rinse, but don’t repeat. Totally different from my previous choice.

Anyways, half way into the movie, Mr Stinkie seated himself next to me and started scratching and fretting like he had scabies, fleas, or both. I have painfully endured all this, and even his rudimentary attempt to start some sort of conversation. But when he started to touch himself I had to take myself to the other end of the theater. On the way back home, it seemed like the all subway was looking at me as if I was not aware of something really obvious to the rest of them.

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List of lists

What made my day: getting out of the house, taking the metro, getting the money, paying a debt, buying lunch as a birthday present, not just agreeing to my request but actually extending help, assistance in shaving my head. Basically, about my friends.

What made my misfortunes, lately? Like suffocating in my sleep? Or stopping the car trunk in the later mark on my back? The food poisoning? The depression? Spending the weekend on my own? The diet? The heavy debt? The need for change.

The equivalent in movies is: Chicago, American Splendor, Rome - season 1, 16 Blocks (with Bruce Willis), Shrek (all three), Lock Stock and Two Smocking Barrells (brilliant, of course!), I have seen again Mulholland Drive (and again I have not understood a thing, I wonder how come Lynch has had his Hollywood success), Monty Python.

Tell me, do you think there’ll be a Bourne four film?

Or will you do more just because you can?

HGW XX/7 and Atticus

And Co.

One of the advantages of being sick is that, apart from a running nose, you can run a movie marathon. And that’s without breaking a sweat. If you’re lucky and have no fever, like I am.

Therefore these are my recommendations: The Lives of Others, To Kill a Mockingbird and Transporter 2. Each I have enjoyed for a different reason.

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Funny Games

Can somebody please explain why I feel like I have wasted my time with this one. I remember thinking immediately after “This is why T doesn’t like French movies”. Only it’s German. And I like French movies. I like them, mostly. And what is with the remote control scene, huh?

Movie feast

The menu included The Life and Death of Peter Sellers and the Good Night. Other courses were of course had, but not so worth mentioning.

Remember, you’re in control!


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Thus has Luiza spoken just days before being fired. Quite ironically, I should say. It was not another case of student over master, nor was it about wanking. Me thinks this is a sweet movie about love and acceptance, about truly being yourself no matter the surroundings and coming out, about how it is up to us to make it vulgar or sublime.

So, are your hidden gifts, pretty much like Irina’s softness, a curse or a blessing?

Note that the movie has zero gay content and no nudity, but the prude better choose watching, say, 27 Dresses.

LATER EDIT: Talking about the movie I have remembered there are of course some exotic dancers.  Also, I have suspected Marianne Faithfull used to be a beautiful young woman, but not like this.

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