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Fall Season: Week 13
Absolutely drowning in paperwork at the moment, seems like the perfect time to update! I am miserable with cramps and a lack of time and impending guilt because I'm totally going to order a burrito soon when I NEED TO STOPPPPPP they are expensive and I'm gaining weight and bleh. It's just so damn convenient. ;___;
The weather continues to be mind-bogglingly nice. We're not QUITE back up to melty temperatures again, but... it's real close. There's still grass and leaves poking through the snow and mostly clear sidewalks! In December! It's madness! Although I was just thinking about how, if this continues for too long, they might not be able to open the winter road to Fort Chip this year? Which would really suck for all those folks. STILL. IT'S SO WARMMMMMMMMM.
Briefly saw Dwayne at the hospital yesterday, which was nice. We all miss Dwayne!
Anyway, because I am a crazy person, I have decided to try to end the decade by watching ONE HUNDRED MOVIES in a month. Will I make it? PLACE YOUR BETS. Will attempt to do mini reviews for all of them, but... one hundred movies is a lot of movies. XD KEEP AN EYE ON THE MOVIE SPOILER ZONE FOR UPDATES!
Wuthering Heights (1939): MMMMMM, now that's drama you can make a proper meal out of, nom nom nom. It always makes me sad that the back half of the book gets left out of most adaptations when it's what really drives home what a petty piece of vindictive shit Heathcliff is, though. Still, the Hindley stuff at least hints at it, so if they want to lean into how dreamy/broody Laurence Olivier is instead, this movie leaves me in NO MOOD TO COMPLAIN. katebush.gif
Knives Out (2019): sweater
Stalag 17 (1953): OKAY, NOW IT IS OFFICIALLY CHRISTMAS. Holden is just... so good. So, so good. He really elevates an already solid movie with the perfect mix of being JUST skeezy enough that you totally get why they'd suspect him in the first place, while still making you root for him from beginning to end. I also really love how, aside from him getting top billing, it's not obvious that he's the star for a REALLY long time, because in any other movie, that character wouldn't be. Pure movie magic.
Oh! What a Lovely War (1969): Definitely in the running for the most British movie I've ever seen. The quieter, wryer sequences hit me more than the big, goofy, slapstick satire ones, and overall, the movie took a while to really get its hooks into me, but it left me with a lot to mull over. We're here because we're here because we're here because we're here, etc. THAT FREAKING CAST, THOUGH, WHAT THE FUCK. My eyes crossed during the opening credits when the wall of big names JUST. KEPT. COMING.
A Dry White Season (1989): One of those times where the real-life events were so awful that they just read as cartoonishly one-sided and over-the-top in fiction even though logically, you KNOW better??? Accomplishes what it set out to do admirably, even if that means baking in a whole lot of flaws to make it more palatable for Hollywood audiences.
The Man in the White Suit (1951): I really like going into movies knowing nothing but the title, because then sometimes I get completely blindsided by something like mad textile scientist Alec Guinness and it's GREAT. How is such a goofy weird comedy still so relevant today? Progress is inevitable, and you can't just rely on the glowing white suit to fall apart in the last act to save your doomed industries every time, folks!
Dr. No (1962): HAPPY DECEMBOND, EVERYBODY! It's that magical time of year when I rewatch all of the James Bond movies because they're my favourite trash! Gosh, what a great start to things. Also: this is movie 1/100, for the record.
The Incredible Hulk (2008): My super slow MCU rewatch also continues! One a week from here on out will take me right up to Black Widow and the end of this brutal drought.
The Ballad of Jack and Rose (2005): when u marry the most celebrated actor of ur generation and can get him to be in ur weird little movie even though he's normally way more discerning with his roles, aw yissss~~~ I had a ton of stuff to do yesterday, so I planned to just put this on while I ate, then pause it and pick it back up later and then OOPS, TWO HOURS HAD GONE BY, I found it shockingly compelling, pretty much entirely on the strength of the performances. There was a long stretch at the beginning where I wasn't sure if they were meant to be father/daughter or boyfriend/girlfriend and it was REALLY uncomfortable, so I was glad when that awkwardness came full circle near the end. Plus: Daniel Day-Lewis beating up Paul Dano two years before he finished the job in They Will Be Blood! ALSO RODNEY DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS MOVIE, HE'S SO WHOLESOME AND WONDERFUL, PROTECT HIM. Also also: maybe don't drive by a Canadian Tire if your movie is supposed to be set in the States.
Angela (1995): Kid POV is always a tough sell, and a couple of really game leads weren't QUITE enough to make this click for me, but it was definitely interesting. Peter Facinelli painted white with angel wings alone was worth the price of admission. There was clearly a lot of really personal stuff in here (the troubled mother as Marilyn Monroe imagery seems particularly... fraught, considering Rebecca Miller's parentage), it just never really cohered into something I could grasp. What even was that ending!
FOUR MOVIES (AND ONE BURRITO) DOWN, NINETY-SIX MORE TO GO!
The weather continues to be mind-bogglingly nice. We're not QUITE back up to melty temperatures again, but... it's real close. There's still grass and leaves poking through the snow and mostly clear sidewalks! In December! It's madness! Although I was just thinking about how, if this continues for too long, they might not be able to open the winter road to Fort Chip this year? Which would really suck for all those folks. STILL. IT'S SO WARMMMMMMMMM.
Briefly saw Dwayne at the hospital yesterday, which was nice. We all miss Dwayne!
Anyway, because I am a crazy person, I have decided to try to end the decade by watching ONE HUNDRED MOVIES in a month. Will I make it? PLACE YOUR BETS. Will attempt to do mini reviews for all of them, but... one hundred movies is a lot of movies. XD KEEP AN EYE ON THE MOVIE SPOILER ZONE FOR UPDATES!
Wuthering Heights (1939): MMMMMM, now that's drama you can make a proper meal out of, nom nom nom. It always makes me sad that the back half of the book gets left out of most adaptations when it's what really drives home what a petty piece of vindictive shit Heathcliff is, though. Still, the Hindley stuff at least hints at it, so if they want to lean into how dreamy/broody Laurence Olivier is instead, this movie leaves me in NO MOOD TO COMPLAIN. katebush.gif
Knives Out (2019): sweater
Stalag 17 (1953): OKAY, NOW IT IS OFFICIALLY CHRISTMAS. Holden is just... so good. So, so good. He really elevates an already solid movie with the perfect mix of being JUST skeezy enough that you totally get why they'd suspect him in the first place, while still making you root for him from beginning to end. I also really love how, aside from him getting top billing, it's not obvious that he's the star for a REALLY long time, because in any other movie, that character wouldn't be. Pure movie magic.
Oh! What a Lovely War (1969): Definitely in the running for the most British movie I've ever seen. The quieter, wryer sequences hit me more than the big, goofy, slapstick satire ones, and overall, the movie took a while to really get its hooks into me, but it left me with a lot to mull over. We're here because we're here because we're here because we're here, etc. THAT FREAKING CAST, THOUGH, WHAT THE FUCK. My eyes crossed during the opening credits when the wall of big names JUST. KEPT. COMING.
A Dry White Season (1989): One of those times where the real-life events were so awful that they just read as cartoonishly one-sided and over-the-top in fiction even though logically, you KNOW better??? Accomplishes what it set out to do admirably, even if that means baking in a whole lot of flaws to make it more palatable for Hollywood audiences.
The Man in the White Suit (1951): I really like going into movies knowing nothing but the title, because then sometimes I get completely blindsided by something like mad textile scientist Alec Guinness and it's GREAT. How is such a goofy weird comedy still so relevant today? Progress is inevitable, and you can't just rely on the glowing white suit to fall apart in the last act to save your doomed industries every time, folks!
Dr. No (1962): HAPPY DECEMBOND, EVERYBODY! It's that magical time of year when I rewatch all of the James Bond movies because they're my favourite trash! Gosh, what a great start to things. Also: this is movie 1/100, for the record.
The Incredible Hulk (2008): My super slow MCU rewatch also continues! One a week from here on out will take me right up to Black Widow and the end of this brutal drought.
The Ballad of Jack and Rose (2005): when u marry the most celebrated actor of ur generation and can get him to be in ur weird little movie even though he's normally way more discerning with his roles, aw yissss~~~ I had a ton of stuff to do yesterday, so I planned to just put this on while I ate, then pause it and pick it back up later and then OOPS, TWO HOURS HAD GONE BY, I found it shockingly compelling, pretty much entirely on the strength of the performances. There was a long stretch at the beginning where I wasn't sure if they were meant to be father/daughter or boyfriend/girlfriend and it was REALLY uncomfortable, so I was glad when that awkwardness came full circle near the end. Plus: Daniel Day-Lewis beating up Paul Dano two years before he finished the job in They Will Be Blood! ALSO RODNEY DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS MOVIE, HE'S SO WHOLESOME AND WONDERFUL, PROTECT HIM. Also also: maybe don't drive by a Canadian Tire if your movie is supposed to be set in the States.
Angela (1995): Kid POV is always a tough sell, and a couple of really game leads weren't QUITE enough to make this click for me, but it was definitely interesting. Peter Facinelli painted white with angel wings alone was worth the price of admission. There was clearly a lot of really personal stuff in here (the troubled mother as Marilyn Monroe imagery seems particularly... fraught, considering Rebecca Miller's parentage), it just never really cohered into something I could grasp. What even was that ending!
FOUR MOVIES (AND ONE BURRITO) DOWN, NINETY-SIX MORE TO GO!