Today we watched Martin Scorsese's New York New York. It was absolutely terrible, start to finish. It opens on VJ Day in New York, and usually I can at least be captivated by set design and costumes, but even this movie was bland on imagination as far as these were concerned. I watched Scorsese's opening introduction to the movie, and even knowing what he was trying to achieve, I think he fell short of the mark.
DeNiro and Minnelli give very wooden performances, and the characters are such cliches (and not even in a kind of nostalgic way) that I didn't care about them at all or what happened to them. And what happened to them was also, every cliche in the book. I could literally predict the next thing that was going go happen in the story, and it didn't make me appreciate the movie, it made me want to claw my eyeballs out.
If my film history is correct, it was during this production that Scorsese was heavy into blow and having an affair with Minnelli. So I'll guess that his priorities weren't exactly straight, because when it comes to directors, I am a fan. Scorsese I like because I know he is a fan of movies themselves. You can tell by the way he talks about them and the effort he puts in into creating them. But this I thought was horrible and was a huge disappointment.
Saturday 11 August 2007
Wednesday 8 August 2007
Nights in London
The past two evenings we spent at Film Fours outdoor movies at Somerset House. First off, it was incredibly romantic to be out picnic-ing at night watching great movies. The first night we saw Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window. It was so amazing to watch such a perfect movie on a big screen. There are so many things you notice, simple things, that you overlook on a smaller screen. Also it was nice to hear the parts I find funny, an audience does as well. There weren't many stars out that night, but enough.
Then last night we watched Spielburg's E.T. I've always said it's not one of my favorites, and that I really just thought this would be a unique circumstances to watch the movie under. I lied though. I really do love E.T and and I bawled like a baby though the ending. It rained and we were all bundled up under blankets. Like I said, it was incredibly special and romantic.
Walking back to the station, we walked over Waterloo bridge and the site of London at night is breathtaking. The lights on Big Ben and (as tacky as it can be) The London Eye are such a sight. It makes me eternally grateful for where my life has lead me.
Then last night we watched Spielburg's E.T. I've always said it's not one of my favorites, and that I really just thought this would be a unique circumstances to watch the movie under. I lied though. I really do love E.T and and I bawled like a baby though the ending. It rained and we were all bundled up under blankets. Like I said, it was incredibly special and romantic.
Walking back to the station, we walked over Waterloo bridge and the site of London at night is breathtaking. The lights on Big Ben and (as tacky as it can be) The London Eye are such a sight. It makes me eternally grateful for where my life has lead me.
Sunday 5 August 2007
So yesterday, Saturday, we went shopping in Kingston. As usual we made our Charity shop rounds and I FINALLY found a kitchen table (and it was only £25!!!). As we were walking, this girl was walking by. She was extremely tan, wearing a short denim dress that was strapless, black heels, and a pony tail stuck on the side of her head with huge bug-eyed glasses on. Tacky, but trying to look trendy. And then immediately behind her was her spitting image. Two grown adult women, that were twins, but actually styled themselves exactly the same. I thought it was hilarious, but Griff just thought their hair style was funny.
A few minutes later we're walking down the street and we hear that song that goes, "What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more". You know the one, it's the one from the SNL skit with Will Ferrell and Chris Cataan in those horrible suits (Night at the Roxbury). I start doing the neck jerk and having a giggle, but decide to turn and see where the music is coming from. I kid you not, those to twin girls were blasting it from their convertible Audi, and if it's not coming across as funny here, I assure you it was funny as hell to watch. And a little surreal.
Otherwise it's been a little quiet. My back is killing me, and I'm not sleeping well. It's the stupid bed, I can't wait till our new one arrives. Movie wise, we went and saw Transformers and it was absolutely amazing. I really thought it was going to be a cheesy special effects spectacular, but they actually had a decent script and it was hilarious. Great cast! And yeah, that's about it. I'm just taking a quick break from reading and wanting to relate my tacky twins story briefly.
A few minutes later we're walking down the street and we hear that song that goes, "What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more". You know the one, it's the one from the SNL skit with Will Ferrell and Chris Cataan in those horrible suits (Night at the Roxbury). I start doing the neck jerk and having a giggle, but decide to turn and see where the music is coming from. I kid you not, those to twin girls were blasting it from their convertible Audi, and if it's not coming across as funny here, I assure you it was funny as hell to watch. And a little surreal.
Otherwise it's been a little quiet. My back is killing me, and I'm not sleeping well. It's the stupid bed, I can't wait till our new one arrives. Movie wise, we went and saw Transformers and it was absolutely amazing. I really thought it was going to be a cheesy special effects spectacular, but they actually had a decent script and it was hilarious. Great cast! And yeah, that's about it. I'm just taking a quick break from reading and wanting to relate my tacky twins story briefly.
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