I suppose I shall have to update now, seeing as school is over and I am watching a bit more, though I should say that I have already read one 200+ page book since finishing exams, and I am most proud of myself for starting my summer readings so soon.
To start with that which I’ve watched:
Tonight I watched The Sound of Music on VHS, while looking up the Von Trapp kids on imdb.com to see what became of them. Most interesting, to me, at least, was that quit showbiz after high school, became a geologist, and now Kurt Von Trapp works for oil and mining companies.
I don’t think I’ve ever sat down and watched that movie straight through before, and the versions I saw on TV must have been edited, because a lot of it felt like I was seeing it for the first time.
Now onto what I’d like to watch:
Fay Grim – with Parker Posey looks hilarious. I like Parker Posey, I feel like we’re kindred souls.
Я хочу видеть фильм day watch. You know, to get my Russian on.
(I want to see the film day watch).
And finally, if I get the chance, one day I might like to see the documentary Helvetica. It was at HotDocs documentary film festival in Toronto, but I will miss it.
Not as violent as I thought it would be. Apparently that’s Reservoir Dogs.
I watched it on St. Patrick’s day with my housemate. It is her St. Patty’s day tradition. (Irish protagonists).
I enjoyed some of the plot twists and the fact that the violence wasn’t grotesque. It asked a good question though: Fight violence with violence? Evil with vigilantism?
All I know is I won’t be watching it again. I don’t delight in violence.
Today I wrote an eight page essay on the significance of the many stories narrated within the larger narrative of The Blithedale Romance, a novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
Then I studied for and wrote poorly a midterm exam about Nagel’s philosophy on Sexual Perversion.
Then I emailed my Russian professor, apologizing for not coming to class this morning (apparently no one else did either and she was sad – she emailed the class, so I know).
And then I watched Bruce Almighty, laughed a bit, critiqued the jokes, and had a greater desire to see Steve Carell in Evan Almighty. It also made me desire to know more about Jim Carrey’s love life (didn’t his wife die tragically?).
My housemate is taking Italian, and apparently, Meryl Streep does an Italian accent spot on. I don’t like the rest of the movie. But adultery always has been something I’ve never really enjoyed watching. I think Unfaithful was the turning point. That movie made me feel like there was something twisting in a direction it’s not supposed to bend inside me. A physically painful experience might be a bit of an exaggeration, but watching that movie with a whole bunch of friends for a birthday party in 10th grade was as close to excruciating as possible.
In case you missed this instant classic when debuted in 1986, you can pick it up for just two dollars at your local video bargain bin! At least, that’s what a comedic friend of mine did for Christmas a few years back. It had a nun on it, and he thought of me. Special.
Because of this movie among other things, I had a discussion with a friend who will be joining the Canadian military in the near future, and we talked about the different perspectives we had on war. He was more apt to enjoy Band of Brothers, or Saving Private Ryan, and admires the sacrifice officers of the Second World War faced. While I, on the other hand, appreciate autobiographies, and read things like Elie Wiesel’s Night or The Diary of Anne Frank.
Our conversation soon came to an end (he was driving me home and we had arrived), but we were left with an interesting thought. It’s so easy to imagine hiding Jews. I made a joke about it, actually. Then I asked a question which be both agreed was a good one. If the climate of the times called for it, would we hide Muslims?
I am not betraying my loyalty to Pixar. I still believe that it has the highest quality animation and that the writing and character development is ingenious.
Nevertheless, a copy of the movie fell into the hands of my housmate when she was working with the homeless of our city, and I have now seen it 1.5 times. I have decided that any actor as diverse as Bruce Willis, deserves an Oscar. Or something.
He was ruthless, and heart-warming. All the while, cute as a raccoon.
Yes! This movie was the most filled-with-delight movie I’ve seen in a long time. I laughed so much, and the adrenaline was pumping, and the story just left me, excited! It’s a short story at its best, actually. No explanation of the world before, or after the series of events, just a slice of life in a post-apocalyptic London. It was everything a movie should be. It showed how even the mighty Britons could descend into an era of paranoia and bigotry that leads to human rights abuses and guerilla warfare if the climate of the times is right. I really should not have laughed as hard as I did, at what I did, in that movie, but the man responsible (Alfonso Cuarón) really is the master of dry humour. There was one point where a cow was upside down on fire and its hoof broke off from being burnt to a crisp and I laughed. I was the only one in the theatre laughing. But I was in a good mood, and I’d like to think whoever arranged that scene understood the morbid hilarity of it all.
It’s not a movie for everyone. I saw someone in the theatre raise their hands in disbelief when the film ended, in its rather abrupt way. But the most exciting part of this story is the chase, is the escape, is the adventure. Who needs to know if humanity survives? Great artists knows when to stop painting.
Two Will Ferrel movies in two days. This is the stuff Christmas break is made of. I’ve realised Will Ferrel is a diverse actor whenever he’s playing a character with an IQ of 43.
Anchorman is crass, but there are some good lines.
But Elf, while not as funny, satisfies the ‘white-noise in the background’ quotient required for me to mindlessly fiddle with the new WordPress theme.
Because of this movie among other things, I had a discussion with a friend who will be joining the Canadian military in the near future, and we talked about the different perspectives we had on war. He was more apt to enjoy Band of Brothers, or Saving Private Ryan, and admires the sacrifice officers of the Second World War faced. While I, on the other hand, appreciate autobiographies, and read things like Elie Wiesel’s Night or The Diary of Anne Frank.
Nevertheless, a copy of the movie fell into the hands of my housmate when she was working with the homeless of our city, and I have now seen it 1.5 times. I have decided that any actor as diverse as Bruce Willis, deserves an Oscar. Or something.
so much, and the adrenaline was pumping, and the story just left me, excited! It’s a short story at its best, actually. No explanation of the world before, or after the series of events, just a slice of life in a post-apocalyptic London. It was everything a movie should be. It showed how even the mighty Britons could descend into an era of paranoia and bigotry that leads to human rights abuses and guerilla warfare if the climate of the times is right. I really should not have laughed as hard as I did, at what I did, in that movie, but the man responsible (
