Archive for December, 2005
Just before The Producers started, I cringed a little because I realized that I wasn’t in the mood for the type of movie I generally see in the theatres. I didn’t want to feel sad, I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to feel bad for anyone.
But then the film began and I was relieved. Laughter ensued and never ended until long after the movie did. It has been years since I’ve seen the original film, which probably helped me watch the new one with more objectivity. I’ve never seen the stage version, but apparently it’s word-for-word.
I don’t know if it was because I heard Gene Shalet‘s review Monday morning that one thing bothered me almost the whole time: Matthew Broderick overacts the part (Gene didn’t like him). I know Leo Bloom is meant to be a bit mental and very accountant-y, but this was overboard. Maybe it works better on the stage.
But clever humor and otherwise good acting made up for Broderick. The real winner is Roger Bart. It took me a while to realize he was the pharmacist from Desperate Housewives. Best line: [responding to someone asking what happened to his convulsing lover] “He’s having a stroke…OF GENIUS!!” Laura plainly stated through her laughter, “That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.” And it just about was.
All in all, I give it a 8 out of 10. A movie based on a musical couldn’t get any higher in my book. Go see it!
I love the Damn Interesting blog. I learn something new every time I bother to read it.
This one not only proves how stupid Pat Robertson and other fundamentalist “Christians” are, but also proves that there are no new ideas. Romans were decking the halls, the 12 Days of Christmas started 4000 years ago–we’re boring.
“When Cooke died of lung cancer that spread to his bones in March 2004, his body was taken to a funeral home in Manhattan.
Two days later, relatives of the iconic broadcaster received his ashes, which were then scattered in New York’s Central Park.
Now they have been told that body snatchers allegedly surgically removed his bones and sold them for more than $7,000 (£4,000) to a company supplying parts for use in dental implants and various orthopaedic procedures.”
Body snatchers? Selling cancerous bones of famous people? And really for not all that much money??
And apparently this is somewhat common. What is wrong with people?
I’m obsessed with Sufjan. I imagine him to be so happy, which is odd because his songs are kind of solemn. But the titles are fun and the live shows look like a laugh. I would love to just talk with him once. Suf, if you’re out there–shoot me an email. (Don’t be scared by my remark about being obsessed with you–really I’m not like that!)
After MNSpeak posted about the Daily’s site for their annual parody issue, I decided this was the perfect site to submit to the now famous digg. (For those who don’t know, digg is one of those new-fangled “social” websites where users submit stories and acknowledge they like other stories by clicking “digg.” The stories with the most diggs make it to the front page.) To get a story on the front page there means you’ve passed a geek test. But it’s a geek popularity test because even geeks just want to be noticed.
So here it is, my first story submitted to digg that made it to the front page:
There it is–right at the top! It was at the top for a few minutes. The diggs have subsided at nearly 1600, which ranks amongst the highest. Hopefully the story will make it to Kevin‘s podcast, diggnation.
(BEWARE OF SPOILERS.)
Part of me just wants to write that Ang Lee’s latest film lives up to all of its glorious reviews so far. Because it does. It’s a beautiful film, both in cinematography (you can’t go wrong with mountains) and in subject matter (real love). The only thing I’m disappointed in is that I wanted, ehem, more action. I heard all these rumors at how explicit the sex would be–but really it’s just one scene, plus another scene of just kissing.
Heath Ledger is phenomenal. His performance cannot be overstated. His mumbling, quiet nature with bursts of testosterone is incredible. It’s my favorite (and probably the best) performance this year. What made it even better for me was that there was a preview for Casanova before the film–I kept thinking about the Heath Ledger as Casanova versus Heath Ledger as Ennis. I could hardly believe it was the same person–now that’s a sign of superb acting.
I’m not convinced that Ennis was gay though. I could be swayed to think otherwise, but I just think he was in love with Jack, plain and simple. They had a deep connection. Jack, on the other hand, was clearly “queer,” despite telling Ennis otherwise. He actively pursued sex with other men. “I’m not like you, Ennis. I can’t get by with just a few fucks up in the mountains a couple times a year.” he says. And it lead to his death, which Ennis had warned about. Jack was a bit naive, but at least he tried his best in the times he lived to pursue happiness.
Triumphant film–Ang Lee is forgiven for The Hulk. He captured the Great American West, he captured the 60s and 70s, and he captured true love. 9 out of 10 stars.
Ok, so someone who searched for “stacia” via Yahoo! visited my blog for about eight minutes. That’s pretty cool.
But what’s even cooler is the search results for “stacia.” Who knew?
Do you think I’d get free food at Stacia’s Gourmet Pizza?
But the best part is a Wikipedia entry for Stacia. I edited it because, you know, I’m all about accuracy.
This just in: Did you know that it was a Stacia who originated the famous saying, “Today is a gift, that is why it is called the present.”
I woke up this morning to my cat meowing and generally acting obnoxious so I kicked her out and closed the bedroom door. I lost track of time (because I never look at the clock once I turn out the lights until I’m certain it’s time to get up) so when my alarm had gone off what I thought to be a few times and I saw “…:58″ on my clock (I didn’t notice the hour, but assumed it was 7), I got up immediatly.
In the shower, I remembered my dream–me and some other people were riding tricycles with Steve Carrell. Someone brought up “The 40 Year-Old Virgin” and he said, “Oh now that’s not really a movie for kids, is it?” with a sly grin. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt with light blue stripes. His hair was messy and he had some scruff. That’s really all I remember.
I didn’t notice it was only 7:23 until I was making my cereal. Normally that’s when I’m just getting out of bed. Whoops.
Later, as I pulled out of my garage space, I noticed a very serious-looking bumper sticker on a nearby car:
Nice. I can’t find out much about them online. Anyone know anything?
I don’t know why I bother caring about awards. You can’t possibly fairly “judge” art. Anyway, here’s the biggies (movie-wise):
Best motion picture – Drama
The Constant Gardener
A History of Violence
Good Night, and Good Luck
Best performance by an actress in a motion picture – Drama
Maria Bello – A History of Violence
Felicity Huffman – Transamerica
Gwyneth Paltrow – Proof
Charlize Theron – North Country
Ziyi Zhang – Memoirs of a Geisha
Best performance by an actor in a motion picture – Drama
Russell Crowe – Cinderella Man
Philip Seymour Hoffman – Capote
Terrence Howard – Hustle and Flow
Heath Ledger – Brokeback Mountain
David Strathairn – Good Night and Good Luck
Best motion picture – Musical Or Comedy
Mrs Henderson Presents
Pride & Prejudice
The Squid and the Whale
Walk the Line
The real question here is what film will Walk the Line knock out of the drama list here for the Oscar nominations? Or maybe King Kong will make a bigger impact at the Oscars. heh.
I can’t believe all this fuss about “Good Night and Good Luck.” If I have to go with a biopic, “Capote” is my favorite. Or the best, IMO. But Hollywood likes to talk about itself, and “Good Night” is pretty close to being about the industry…so maybe that explains it.
The TV nominations are boring as hell. Four out of five best female nominations are to desperate housewives. Plus Felicity Huffman is also nominated for playing a man who wants to be a woman in “Transamerica.” I think that’s pretty cool. My mom likes her (but not “Desperate Housewives”) because she’s married to William H. Macy, who I believe she only knows from “Fargo.” I’ve taught her well.