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Summer Season: Week 9
Not much on the go, my life is boxes and cleaning, now I'm just killing a bit of time at work until Pokémon Go Community Day starts and I can go hide in the back with my phone and paperwork for the next five hours making time and a half.
Have been overeating like crazy lately, and I'm not sure why. I don't like it. Except while I'm eating, then I like it quite a lot. Now I am full of sausages and crepes and nutella and regret. Never been one for diets, but I may have to at least start keeping track of just how much I'm shoveling into the furnace and trying to cut back now that I'm not in my 20s.
Anyway, look at this crazy fucking video!
Camille (1936): LAVISH AS FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I mean, we're not really here for the story, right? The doomed, tubercular courtesan has to choose between love and money, we've seen it many a time before, this one's all about the gawgeous production design and Garbo being THE FUCKING CUTEST, OH MY GOD SHE'S SO DELIGHTFUL. Robert Taylor's super hot, too, even under the mountain of makeup they slapped on him, GOOD TIMES ALL AROUND.
The Women (1939): This movie is SUCH a waste of a genuinely amazing gimmick. A sprawling all-star 100% female cast, no guys are ever onscreen right down to the extras in the background, and yet... it's still all about men. Over two hours of women sniping and backbiting and generally just being pitted against each other in all the most shallow ways is not my idea of a great time at the movies, which sucks because there is SO much here to love in spite of it. Rosalind Russell, Rosalind Russell's dress with all the eyes on it, Norma Shearer being adorable, Joan Crawford being the baddest bitch around, getting to see women in smaller bit parts you don't normally see them in, like the notary near the end, because men are just the default, all the scenes of Mary and her daughter (and the ones with her mother, too, even if she sucked, it was just nice to see the types of scenes/relationships most movies wouldn't make the time for), the weird five-minute fashion show in the middle because they wanted to show off their fancy Technicolor? Don't get me wrong, that part was real long and dumb and pointless, but getting to see Adrian's gowns in GLORIOUS COLOUR really makes you think about what you're missing out on the rest of the time. ANYWAY, at the end of the day, a movie that revolves around men with an all-female cast is still, by default, way more interesting than a movie that revolves around men with a mostly-male cast, which is so many movies from the 30s to today, so it's really not fair to judge The Women too harshly on those merits alone, it's just the wasted potential that gets me down a bit. DO MORE COOL SHIT LIKE THIS, HOLLYWOOD. Holy god was that ending terrible, though, Crawford's amazing line about them all being horrible bitches aside.
Gaslight (1944): A stone cold classic for a reason. Bergman is delightfully unhinged, and sassy teen Angela Lansbury steals every scene she's in. Ending my July Cukor-fest on a decidedly high note.
La cérémonie (1995): EAT THE RICH. YES, EVEN THE NICE ONES, THEY ALL DESERVE IT. But really, who among us wouldn't murder an entire family if Isabelle Huppert egged us on?
The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976): Can you believe they're trying to remake this again? Fuckers.
Have been overeating like crazy lately, and I'm not sure why. I don't like it. Except while I'm eating, then I like it quite a lot. Now I am full of sausages and crepes and nutella and regret. Never been one for diets, but I may have to at least start keeping track of just how much I'm shoveling into the furnace and trying to cut back now that I'm not in my 20s.
Anyway, look at this crazy fucking video!
Camille (1936): LAVISH AS FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I mean, we're not really here for the story, right? The doomed, tubercular courtesan has to choose between love and money, we've seen it many a time before, this one's all about the gawgeous production design and Garbo being THE FUCKING CUTEST, OH MY GOD SHE'S SO DELIGHTFUL. Robert Taylor's super hot, too, even under the mountain of makeup they slapped on him, GOOD TIMES ALL AROUND.
The Women (1939): This movie is SUCH a waste of a genuinely amazing gimmick. A sprawling all-star 100% female cast, no guys are ever onscreen right down to the extras in the background, and yet... it's still all about men. Over two hours of women sniping and backbiting and generally just being pitted against each other in all the most shallow ways is not my idea of a great time at the movies, which sucks because there is SO much here to love in spite of it. Rosalind Russell, Rosalind Russell's dress with all the eyes on it, Norma Shearer being adorable, Joan Crawford being the baddest bitch around, getting to see women in smaller bit parts you don't normally see them in, like the notary near the end, because men are just the default, all the scenes of Mary and her daughter (and the ones with her mother, too, even if she sucked, it was just nice to see the types of scenes/relationships most movies wouldn't make the time for), the weird five-minute fashion show in the middle because they wanted to show off their fancy Technicolor? Don't get me wrong, that part was real long and dumb and pointless, but getting to see Adrian's gowns in GLORIOUS COLOUR really makes you think about what you're missing out on the rest of the time. ANYWAY, at the end of the day, a movie that revolves around men with an all-female cast is still, by default, way more interesting than a movie that revolves around men with a mostly-male cast, which is so many movies from the 30s to today, so it's really not fair to judge The Women too harshly on those merits alone, it's just the wasted potential that gets me down a bit. DO MORE COOL SHIT LIKE THIS, HOLLYWOOD. Holy god was that ending terrible, though, Crawford's amazing line about them all being horrible bitches aside.
Gaslight (1944): A stone cold classic for a reason. Bergman is delightfully unhinged, and sassy teen Angela Lansbury steals every scene she's in. Ending my July Cukor-fest on a decidedly high note.
La cérémonie (1995): EAT THE RICH. YES, EVEN THE NICE ONES, THEY ALL DESERVE IT. But really, who among us wouldn't murder an entire family if Isabelle Huppert egged us on?
The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976): Can you believe they're trying to remake this again? Fuckers.
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SURELY SHE JUST APPEARED INTO THE UNIVERSE AS A FULLY GROWN WOMAN
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SHE JUST APPEARED AS A FULLY FORMED BADASS TO BE SURE, BUT A LITTLE BITTY ONE.