The following is a kinda my nonsensical ramblings about some of the movies I’ve seen lately and what I want to see. I try not to get excited about movies much these days cause when the excitement bubbles over I start to think… what am I doing here?
Anyway…
The predictor of the Oscars is the Golden Globes. And if the nominees are anything to go by, this season’s batch of movies are the usual snooze inducing group. With the exception, I think, of Milk. It’s one of the better stories about hope in the most concrete form: really doing something to fight inequality and not just promises. *cough*Barack*cough*
I thought Doubt was a poor adaptation of a really good play. By that I mean it looked like it was shot with the script used on stage. Watching Doubt was like watching a theatre show on film. (It’s nominated for Best Screenplay. shows you how much I know) And don’t get me started on the nominations for the two leads, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Meryl Streep. In short – do not watch this movie. It’ll leave you angry and wanting.
Oh, and just because The Dark Knight was a ‘superhero’ movie it didn’t get a nod in the major categories?
So say you stopped me one day and asked, “Hey, would you be interested in watching a movie about a has-been aging wrestler finding his path in life?” I woulda been like, “Hells to the no!”
But then I saw the trailer and now I’m all like “GIMMEH GIMMEH GIMMEH NAO!”
The Wrestler trailer:
How come I never saw the potential of a wrestler as an allegorical story? Bah. Also, it’s a Darren Aronofsky film. So I’m expecting to either be horrified by violence or maybe go into epileptic seizures from the editing.
And if you’d asked me, “Hey, you wanna watch the new Clint Eastwood movie?” I woulda been like “Hecksnaw. The man hasn’t made a good kickass shutyomouth mofo badass movie since Unforgiven!” I mean, he’s been doing the stand up old-guy thing with Million Dollar Baby and *gack* Bridges of Madison County. Then I saw the trailer to Gran Torino and I was like “OMFG.” (that should be read as an exhalation of ommfffff-guhhh!!!!)
Look, this movie is not Oscar material. It’s probably going to be pretty bad script-wise. But this looks like an urban Unforgiven… if you can imagine that. Bad. Ass. That’s the kind of Eastwood I like. There’s a Back To The Future III joke in there that I can’t quite reach…
Nevertheless, if you survived this far you should congratulate yourself and drink away the pain. The pain of paying to watch The X-Files 2.
Salud.