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talonvaki by... as early as 2010, maybe. Not likely.)
Saturday was Sideways, which I enjoyed. Most of my struggling writer friends didn't. Well-filmed, well-acted, etc.
Sunday was The Parrots of Telegraph Hill, which being set near that other bay, will likely resonate with a lot of folks on this side of the Bay2Bay wormhole. Geeks! Freaks! Expensive Real Estate! Yes, wait long enough, and you'll find out how the Birdman managed to afford such a prime locale. A definite "drat, I shoulda broughthrafn" kind of flick, even though her birds aren't the gay pride couple after all.
Tuesday was the free screening of Millions. I've attended a lot of sneak preview screenings. This was the first time they actually checked us for cameras. Fascinating. I kept trying to figure out what would be a good double feature for this: Time Bandits? Mermaids? Real Genius? The Fisher King? I settled on Time Bandits, but that is also one of my favorite films. Director Danny Boyle was there for a Q&A afterwards, and very funny. (Someone else wrote a longer review at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
freescreenings.)
Wednesday I decided to NOT stay home and enjoy my long-awaited cable. The Wedding Date, even at second run prices, may have been worse than just watching Four Weddings and a Funeral again, which is at least a decent chick flick, even without the comparison. The Wedding Date also set in England, attractively filmed, and considering the script they had to work with, the actors did a spectacular job. The script was... AARGH! What should've been the first Half of the film was edited down to the opening credits. If someone claims such moral qualms about prostitution, we need a little character development before she raids her 401(k) to fly Mr. Pretty Woman to London for a week. She had no reasonably attractive male friends who knew enough about her to successfully fake it for a week, and far more cheaply? I could go on for pages. Fluffy can be done well. Not this time.
Thursday, because I figured I should, I saw Million Dollar Baby. Exactly how many Oscar contenders can be narrated by Morgan Freeman, anyway? If you haven't seen it yet: it has a downer-enough ending that you probably shouldn't see it by yourself. You might find yourself sounding pathetic on the phone about the idea of drinking Red Bull alone.
(Luckily, Purple was immediately available as a social stunt double. I hadn't seen her since November. We had plenty to catch up on. And... they played funkytown. Hearing that with the woman who inspired my Annoying Phone Tones was, well... a moment.)
talonvaki by... as early as 2010, maybe. Not likely.)Saturday was Sideways, which I enjoyed. Most of my struggling writer friends didn't. Well-filmed, well-acted, etc.
Sunday was The Parrots of Telegraph Hill, which being set near that other bay, will likely resonate with a lot of folks on this side of the Bay2Bay wormhole. Geeks! Freaks! Expensive Real Estate! Yes, wait long enough, and you'll find out how the Birdman managed to afford such a prime locale. A definite "drat, I shoulda brought
hrafn" kind of flick, even though her birds aren't the gay pride couple after all.Tuesday was the free screening of Millions. I've attended a lot of sneak preview screenings. This was the first time they actually checked us for cameras. Fascinating. I kept trying to figure out what would be a good double feature for this: Time Bandits? Mermaids? Real Genius? The Fisher King? I settled on Time Bandits, but that is also one of my favorite films. Director Danny Boyle was there for a Q&A afterwards, and very funny. (Someone else wrote a longer review at
freescreenings.)Wednesday I decided to NOT stay home and enjoy my long-awaited cable. The Wedding Date, even at second run prices, may have been worse than just watching Four Weddings and a Funeral again, which is at least a decent chick flick, even without the comparison. The Wedding Date also set in England, attractively filmed, and considering the script they had to work with, the actors did a spectacular job. The script was... AARGH! What should've been the first Half of the film was edited down to the opening credits. If someone claims such moral qualms about prostitution, we need a little character development before she raids her 401(k) to fly Mr. Pretty Woman to London for a week. She had no reasonably attractive male friends who knew enough about her to successfully fake it for a week, and far more cheaply? I could go on for pages. Fluffy can be done well. Not this time.
Thursday, because I figured I should, I saw Million Dollar Baby. Exactly how many Oscar contenders can be narrated by Morgan Freeman, anyway? If you haven't seen it yet: it has a downer-enough ending that you probably shouldn't see it by yourself. You might find yourself sounding pathetic on the phone about the idea of drinking Red Bull alone.
(Luckily, Purple was immediately available as a social stunt double. I hadn't seen her since November. We had plenty to catch up on. And... they played funkytown. Hearing that with the woman who inspired my Annoying Phone Tones was, well... a moment.)
