Blame it on the unseasonably summer-like weather, my new addiction to unproductive insomnia, several weekend vacays to cote de jersey, but I have neglected my blog responsibilities. How are you fine folks going to know what movies to see, avoid, quote at the water cooler.
A few highlights from the break (and perhaps the most incongruent films yet):
Vicky, Christina, Barcelona---Woody Allen loves pretty girls in cosmopolitan landscapes. ScarJo seems to be his muse of choice (shh!!! don't tell mira sorvino) in this romance novella. At first I liked it, maybe for hottie Bardem and the hot chemistry with Penelope Cruz. But I have already forgotten the key moments. Haven't these women read Madame Bovary? Watched an ep or two of Desperate Housewives? Do they think they are the first dissatisfied modern American couples? Slash didn't ScarJo carry on the whole "Woe is my American expat alienation" in Lost in Translation?
Choke---Let me try to summarize, recovering sex addict, day worker at Colonial Williamsburg attempts to save his sociopath mother, currently wasting away in a mental hospital by faking choke incidents at restaurants and extorting his fellow restaurant patron rescuers. Somehow this movie worked for what it was, thanks to a perfect ensemble cast, and situations too strange to fail. I admit I struggled with the mother/son plotline--a little trite and honestly, Angelica Hueston is fierce. But she is essentially playing the same Wes Anderson "Royal Tenebaums" character which isn't as fierce as this character needs to be. Less fragility, more ferocity. Rentable.
I am lately into Iced Red Tea. Find it at your local bodega.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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