this is beautiful. i feel the urge to immediately watch her majesty, mrs brown to get the other end of the story, equally beautifully told. the two movies would go together very very well, methinks.
emily blunt. isnt it funny how movies come in clumps, sometimes? i watched the devil wears prada just the other night and here she is again, playing the polar opposite of her prada character and doing it awesomely.
rupert friend, lovely. paul bettany, sly, but just right. the luscious and jolly miranda richardson being completely unjolly and almost unrecognisable. jim broadbent, note perfect. the exquisite harriet walter doing her period piece speciality – from sense and sensibility to this, she is a toffee-nosed delight.
i was glad to see victoria and albert have a few teething troubles – otherwise this would have been a mills and boon piece. bad enough they had old bertie getting shot when he didn’t actually, but i suppose we have to let them have a little drama.
all good. beautiful to look at and listen to. it’s up for three Oscars – art direction, costume and makeup. and it’s already won a bunch in those categories, including the BAFTAs, natch.
IN A WORD: awfully good.
want to watch a science-fiction film with a spark of originality, as opposed to a big-budget, digitised, three-dimensional, fireworky rehash of a much-told yarn? yes, james cameron i am taking the piss out of avatar.
rent, beg, buy, borrow or steal Moon. sit down, watch it, and be amazed by what a low-budget indie with a bit of grit, good acting and an original idea can produce.
sam rockwell is star and co-star. a bloke on a moonbase on his own for three years, kept sane by the memories of his wife and new daughter.
kevin spacey plays Gerty – the resident computer you assume with be all Hal and isn’t.
directed by duncan jones who won a BAFTA for this for outstanding debut by a director.
it’s a cracker.
not gonna tell you the plot, because one word will give it away. DON’T WATCH the making of doco first, ‘k?
IN A WORD: MUST-SEE.
god help me from my cursing tongue and the vagaries of tweetdeck.
managed to roundly curse the gold coast blaze for their godawful basketball tonight while simultaneously tweeting from both my account and work’s.
deleted within 10 seconds. but that wasn’t quick enough. some bitch managed to retweet it while being snarky about me swearing.
seriously. sometimes i hate my job.
ah yes, it’s been a filmfest. the things i do to get myself to sleep, seriously. brace yourselves, cos here we go.
ah, La Streep. doesn’t have to be a good flick for her to be the stand out, of course. and this isn’t that good a flick. oh the julia child half of it is fascinating, not just for La Streep, but for the history and politics of the time, the love story between her and her husband, Paul, and the sheer fun of watching food in all its glory.
the julie half? meh. selfish woman. self-absorbed. bit of a loser. needing external approval like it’s going out of style. but hey, where’s the surprise in that? it’s a Gen Y story, nestled in a Baby Boomer cocoon.
i’m really glad julia childs never endorsed julie’s project. why should she? the words coat-tails and try-hard come to mind, but i guess julie’s just trying to make a buck like everyone else.
did you notice that the only time julie seemed remotely happy was when she was listening to the 64 answering machine messages telling her how famous she was going to be? *shudder*
IN A WORD: 50% good.
yes, that little moppet Tom Cruise dragged around five years ago in war of the worlds is all grown up and looking more and more like an underage prostitute as the days go by. which makes me think she’s gonna be perfect in the runaways. lol.
look, push is a piece of trash. it’s got a flimsy premise and worse execution. all the villains are asians. all the heroes are ‘mericans. read into that what you will, given it’s directed by a scot. lol.
IN A WORD: Set and forget.
noooow you’re talking. those of you who know me, know that my opinion of the fashion so-called industry couldn’t get any lower if you dug it a grave and piled it in. my opinion, specifically, of anna wintour, editor of vogue, was based entirely on la streep’s characterisation in the devil wears prada.
well, i’m here to tell you, the september issue is a top-notch documentary.
my opinion of the fashion industry remains unchanged – shallow, pointless, dangerous for women and castrating for men.
but my opinion of anna wintour? immeasurably higher. cold? well, sure, if you call intolerance of idiots, and a busy businesswoman who wants the job done and done right, cold. she’s a consummate delegator. get it done, and done right and things move forward. get it wrong and she’ll sack your arse by proxy.
but she also seemed to me to be a pretty good mother, bringing up a smart and gorgeous daughter with sense enough to see that she doesn’t want to work in the fashion industry. she also had plenty of nice things to say about the people she has worked with the longest.
the doco is also about grace coddington, vogue‘s creative director and former model, who wintour described bluntly as ‘a genius’. chattier than her boss, unafraid to be pissed off with wintour’s decisions and professional enough to go ahead and do the job right anyway – my kinda woman.
IN A WORD: Essential.
having said that, i enjoyed it. immediately downloaded the soundtrack, in fact. like the original, it suffered from trying to pack too many stories into one film. unlike the original it didn’t take too long to do it.
i enjoyed bebe neuwirth and of course, megan mullally, who should be allowed to sing in every movie ever made from now on.
nice voice, asher book. weird name, though.
IN A WORD: Pleasant.
it’s not bad at all. set in post-katrina new orleans. it’s damp and humid and rotting and kind of sweaty. murder mystery, natch. with a real weird supernatural/spiritual/ghosty kinda thing happening. very civil war, with a tingly money shot at the end just for a little thrill.
jones is, as ever, the limping lawman with the unmoving lips, just battling his way through to a resolution. goodman is excellent – why doesn’t he do more films?
i’m guessing that the studio thought it was a little too out there, and director bernard tavernier a little too unknown and they canned it from theatre release.
it’s a pity. it’s no blockbuster but it kept my interest for 102 minutes, that’s for sure.
IN A WORD: Intriguing.
julia roberts, willem dafoe, ryan reynolds, hayden panittiere … not bad, eh?
my biggest problem with the film was that willem dafoe’s character was such an abusive arsehole for most of the film that i was hard-pressed to feel all warm and fuzzy about the ending.
nevertheless it has its interesting moments, but they’re sporadic and not particularly engaging.
IN A WORD: Wasted.
this is a great little kids flick from disney – but with, as usual, some nice touches for the adults, and a few fart jokes for good measure.
it’s a mission impossible piss-take complete with a starring role for tom cruise’s ex, the lovely penelope cruz. i mean, how good is it? the runt of the litter playing the cruise part? awesome silly.
nicolas cage is unrecognisable, thank god. steve buscemi is classic.
ahhh ya gotta love a good animal flick where the critters are cuter, smarter and funnier than the humans and nobody gets hurt. pisses on over there.
in a word: WORTH THE RENTAL.
here’s the trailer: