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unrelated, i just found out that i’m getting this as my new work computer:
mmm pretty. and it’s not an hp piece of shite. (jonathan ives, call me – i’m gonna need a private tutorial).
i love this title sequence (i’m kinda a geek for interesting/original title sequences). bask in the brilliant funk of too hot to stop by the bar-kays and killer f’ing graphic’s.
oh and the movies pretty good too.
saw two more flicks this weekend (i love a good movie weekend)… control & american gangster. there’s just something about getting lost in another world (or 2) whilst in a movie theater. nothin’ quite like it.
control of course, is about the rise and fall of ian curtis of the band joy division. long time readers may remember that i love me some joy division/new order and as such – shouldn’t be shocked that i needed to see this movie.
the film is stark. much like joy division’s music. filmed in monochrome (beautifully filmed actually) – the film doesn’t really make excuses for ian’s behaviour, nor does it applaud his more cad-esqu actions. it simply portrays him as a man caught up in his situation. add epilepsy and manic depression to a situation he can’t seem to quite extricate himself from and you get the recipe for disaster.
sam riley makes his film debut here as the doomed curtis. this is a great performance. he completely nails ian’s look/mannerisms/actions. it’s really something to behold – seems that he was completely lost in curtis. this guy should be interesting to watch as he grows as an actor. more interesting is samantha morton’s turn as debbie, ian’s wife. morton never ceases to amaze and she gives a beautifully understated performance here.
control is a flawed movie (i would have like a bit more exploration into curtis’ demons) – but on the whole, it’s a striking snapshot about a band on the cusp, and a man at his end.
right after i saw control, i was off to a different theater to catch american gangster.
i will admit, my main reason for seeing ag, was russell crowe – you know me, i loves me some russell (prob more than jd/no), and he certainly doesn’t fail me in ag. but what surprised me was denzel. let me be clear, i’m not a denzel washington fan. i usually find him quite trying – but i gotta give credit when it’s due – i loved him in this movie.
of course, i shouldn’t be surprised, the man can act – and certainly you knew you were in for a good ride with these two a-lister’s chewing the scenery. but what did surprise me was the depth of character drawn here…. things are not as black and white as the world would have you believe…. there are just shades of grey of course. ridley scott expertly directs the film and lets his lead actors just fuckin’ go at it…. good vs. bad vs. grey. wow!
it’s quite a sight.
(p.s., i had a whole other post about vetern’s day ready to go – but i just couldn’t go there today – i’ll post it soon)
cb and i had a killer random saturday…. first we hit up some vintage 50’s – 70’s antique shops in st paul…. this is a treasure was not to be missed:
(it lights up too!)
for all the eames chairs and vintage china – you gotta love kitsch like this… wow, it really has everything – it’s a shrine! it’s natural! it’s synthetic! it’s pink! it’s jesus surrounded by shells and schlock. awesome!
then we hit up a mall to kill time at the apple store before a movie. after the apple, there was a quick visit to brookstone where cb got his gallop on:
(i swear the boy can’t pass up an igallop without testing his thigh muscles on it)
after that, we took in lars and the real girl. words really can’t come close to how much i love this movie. it’s quiet and smart and small and grand. quite possibly one of the most genuinely ‘real’ movies i’ve seen in a long long time. ryan gosling (my future husband) gives a beautiful, understated performance. emily mortimer, paul schneider (cb’s future husband) and patricia clarkson round out the supurb cast. this movie touched me in a way that hasn’t happened in a long time.
after that we hit up innuendo and camp for a couple of beers. innuendo is a local dive-y gay bar (featuring one of the worst drag show’s i’ve ever seen), whilst camp is just a good (gay) place to people watch while having a great cocktail.
just for fun – my future husband:
nice f’ing day.
on sunday night my buddy scott and i had the chance to see an advance screening of the new russell crowe/christian bale movie 3:10 to yuma. now, i’m not a western fan (tho’ i’m not, not a western fan) so i really went into this movie just out of my love of film (never mind my love of all things russell and christian), and i’ve got to say it was a pretty great flick.i’d never seen the original so i really just knew the basic’s of the plot – band of thieves, leader gets caught, down on his luck rancher hired to get the leader to the prison train. that was about it.what i didn’t know was that i was in for a quiet, meditative piece about the nature of character and intention. Never mind that i got to watch russell and christian chew up the scenery with their excellent performances, the real star of the film is the frame that puts everything together. did it re-invent the genre? naw. will it be the biggest flick of the season – doubt that too… it’s just a beautiful film with great performances – check it out when it comes to your local mega-plex.unrelated – if you wanna see a slice of really hot man-candy <grin>, head over to atomic pop ink!
- staring jodie fucking foster
- directed by neil jordan
- co-staring naveen andrews
how great does that flick look?! can’t f’ing wait.
oh, and the reason i saw the trailer tonight, live free or die hard. i gotta say, i thoroughly enjoyed this movie. yea, it was bombastic and over-the-top – but, shit like this could seriously happen. i have no doubt. + i’ve always had a thing for bruce willis, even at his most haggard (such as this flick) there’s something undeniably sexy about the man.
oh, and can i just say maggie q is the bomb? seriously this woman is hot as hell (and she can seriously kick bruce’s ass!).
first you feasted on the divine jodie foster, now give some love to maggie:
(click the pic to go to the imdb.com page)
“shut your raggedy-ass up, and sit the fuck down!” – jackie brown
jackie brown, quentin tarantino’s flawed, yet brilliant follow up to pulp fiction is indeed the shit. in fact, i find it a far better film to pulp fiction’s overly melodramatic multi-storied action. word’s can’t really sum up how much i love this movie… i love it so much that i just sat through the edited for tv version (tarantino edited for tv? that’s just wrong on so many levels) and i still dug it.
from the sublime pam grier in the title role, to the cameo’s that make this this movie (including micheal keaton’s atf agent, robert deniro’s doped out ex con & bridget fonda’s surfer girl). can’t forget this is based on a elmore leonard book; one of these days i’m gonna read his shit – if it’s half as good on the page as it is on screen, it’ll be a great read.
if you’ve not seen this (or believed the hype that it wasn’t as good as pulp fiction), i urge you to take a second look – and if you have seen it, it’s time to revisit it baby.
“This is the movie that proves Tarantino is the real thing, and not just a two-film wonder boy. It’s not a retread of “Reservoir Dogs” or “Pulp Fiction,” but a new film in a new style, and it evokes the particular magic of Elmore Leonard–who elevates the crime novel to a form of sociological comedy. There is a scene here that involves the ex-con Louis (Robert De Niro) and Ordell’s druggie mistress (Bridget Fonda) discussing a photograph pinned to the wall, and it’s so perfectly written, timed and played that I applauded it.” – roger ebert
it’s been a weird saturday for me… james and i had an odd conversation last night that just makes me wonder a bit where he’s at. everything’s fine and we had a great talk today, but all-in-all, it’s a hard place for me to be in when i don’t know what’s what.
it’s going to prove to be a brilliant buddhist experiment for me to just let go and let this unfold naturally, organically and to let it just “be”.
i’m supposed to go to a party tonight, but i’m just not feeling it. instead, i’m going to do a bit of physical spring cleaning and start to detoxify my surroundings. it’s amazing how much crap one can accumulate. it’s time to get rid of the shit i don’t use on a consistent basis.
after all, you can’t really find peace when your surroundings are packed to the gill and, metaphorically speaking, threatening to rain down and trip you up right?
picked up pan’s labryinth the other day – if i get my apartment into some semblance of order tonight, i may kick back and get lost in del toro’s masterpiece. and i still have the prestige to watch… mmm double feature on the couch? would be better if james was here, but still ain’t half bad.