Posts Tagged ‘Movies’

Something I Began To Suspect Thirty Minutes Before The Movie Ended

July 25, 2017

“Just watch the first ten minutes of this movie, and if you don’t like it, we can watch something else,” Lala said last night.

This sounded reasonable to me, so I watched the first ten minutes and did indeed enjoy it, so I watched the rest of the movie.

Now if only she had suggested I watch the last ten minutes of the movie, I’d have known not to waste my time . . .

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Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away

June 8, 2017

Kay:  When you get sad, it always seems to rain.

Laura:  Well lots of people get sad when it rains.

Kay:  It rains because you’re sad, baby.

Men in Black II

(On my mind because L’s Mother went out of town for a few days, and we literally did not see the sun here until after she got back.

And That’s A Bit Of A Wonder In And Of Itself

May 31, 2017

Truth be told, I’ve been dreading the release of the Wonder Woman movie because, while there have been many fine actresses playing female superheroes, the world has yet to see a movie generally considered to be a good female superhero movie, and, bluntly, I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

But as I write this now, I see that the pre-release reviews of the movie on Rotten Tomatoes put it at 96% fresh, and . . . I still can’t dare to hope because I know that number will change as more reviews come in.

But I am cautiously optimistic about the movie right now, and that hasn’t happened in a long time.

It Says A Lot About My Mood Today That THIS Is What I Found Myself Thinking About

April 6, 2017

The Wicked Witch of the West:  I’ll get you my pretty . . . and your little dog t-

*sound of a gunshot*

Munchkin #1:  Whoa!  You killed her!  How is it so? I thought only water could kill the witch foe.

Munchkin #2:  I thought so to until that house killed one dead.  Then I figured we’re carrying guns, so I shot her in the head.

HISHE, How The Wizard of Oz Should Have Ended

And She Wasn’t Being Egotistical Either; She Was Just Stating A Fact

June 30, 2016

So I ended up watching the Goosebumps movie last night, and I thought it was alright.  I’ve never been more than an indifferent fan of the Goosebumps series, but I have to admit that the movie did a wonderful job of capturing the feel of the series, so I would definitely call the movie a success.

What’s funny though is when I mentioned this to L’s Mother, she told me that she never really got into the series herself because when it came out she was “going through her Bronte phase at the time.”

What’s really funny to me though is that she was serious when she said that.

A Pirate’s Rule Of Thumb

May 31, 2016

The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can’t. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you’ll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can’t bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?

Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl

From A Certain Point Of View

December 18, 2015

All this hype and excitement . . .

*shakes head*

Want to know a secret?

When Star Wars hit the theaters back when it was just “Star Wars” and before they added “A New Hope”  to the title, I didn’t see it for months after, and I almost didn’t bother to see it all because I hated, absolutely detested, all the hype over it.  When I did get around to seeing it, I enjoyed it, of course, but I still remember those months of telling people, “I’ll see it if I want to see it, when I want to see it!”

Guess I haven’t changed that much over the years.

One thing that has changed though is that while I still don’t share the excitement, these days I do understand it, all these people flipping their lids over the premiere of a new Star Wars movie because it makes them feel like kids again.  I get it.

And I guess, in a way, the same is true of me, come to think.

Never Thought I’d Quote Rambo . . .Then Today Happened

July 15, 2015

Colonel Trautman: How’s the wound?
Rambo: You taught us to ignore pain, right?
Colonel Trautman: Is it working?
Rambo: Not really.

Rambo III

(I’m not wounded, by the way, just in extreme pain.)

“We Want Something Different . . . But Not TOO Different!”

June 24, 2015

Yesterday I stumbled across a favorite movie of mine, Mister Frost.  Now if you haven’t seen it (and odds are you probably haven’t), it’s a difficult movie to describe.  it’s certainly not everyone’s cup of tea, and not in the “you either love it or hate it” sense either, but more in the “you are either enthralled by it . . . or bored by it.”  And even though I like the movie, a quick re-viewing of some key scenes reminded me how much I found it “over-stylized” at points, particularly in some uses of lighting and soundtrack, as well as in at least one “excessive use of overdramatic close-ups of over-horrified faces” scene.

Even so, I remain enthralled by this movie, but it’s definitely not done in your “average” movie style, and that got me thinking . . .

I saw several reviewers criticizing (and sometimes even mocking) this movie for its off-beat style, but I’ve also noticed how harshly movies are criticized these days for being “just another standard _______ from the studios.”  (You know, those movies that people talk about hating, but make lots and lots of money.)

Sometimes people just want things both ways, I suppose, even when having it both ways is mutually exclusive.

Awkward . . . But I’m STILL Glad We Watched The Movie Together

January 19, 2015

“That says ‘To Hell and Back,'” L. told me the other day as he browsed some titles on one of my bookshelves.

“Yes . . . yes it does,” I agreed, feeling a little perplexed.  While I knew L. was starting to read, I was sure (well . . . reasonably sure, at least), that I had successfully managed to avoid introducing the word “hell” into his vocabulary, so I found myself wondering just how in the hell he’d managed to learn that word in the first place.

Then, as if in response to my unspoken question, or perhaps just to my quizzical expression, he looked me in the eye and said:

“You know, do a little god dance, chant some mystic mumbo jumbo, dazzzle ’em with some smoke and mirrors, and then get the hell back to Spain!”

“Right,” I chuckled.  “We have been watching a lot of The Road To El Dorado lately, haven’t we?” I asked rhetorically.