the whole reason i decided to rewatch Martha Marcy May Marlene last night is because i knew it would be impossible to follow up with anything else.
but then the Benadryl kicked in. so here i am, having finished it this afternoon (post 12 hour sleep) and now i have to go read a book or something.
…for me that’s the sign of an extraordinary movie. one that makes it impossible to jump right into another selection from the DVD shelf.
You guys, I just saw this movie called The Avengers and it was really, really fucking good. Epic in the true sense of that word, not the way the kids these days are like “last night’s episode of How I Met Your Mother was epic!” Which is a complete impossibility anyway since that’s not a very good show to begin with. But I digress. This movie was so super great and if you don’t see it you are the worst.
PS: I didn’t miss Ralph Fiennes & Uma Thurman as much as I thought I would.
PPS: I want to lick Thor’s arms. All of his arms.
i watched this after Malcolm X.
now i’m going to bed. not looking forward to tomorrow & having to deal with the fallout of today. i am a fuck up.
THIS IS THE MOST ROMANTIC MOVIE I’VE EVER SEEN.
can’t say i liked it too much, but Rainn Wilson gave a fantastic performance.
check out The Silent House. a creepy film from South America shot entirely in one take… not as splendorous as the epic one-take film Russian Ark, but feels more impressive for being less constrained by going from room to room of the Hermitage Museum. AND some fantastic moments that prove you can do great tricks practically and yield wonderful results that are just as scary as anything a computer can create.
I liked One Day, but I would have called it, Just Fuck Him Annie!
Jim Sturgess omg.
However, turns out I have grown into the person who will, at the end of a romantic film, say quite loudly, “too bad nothing like that will ever happen in reality,” dashing the dreams of the young ladies who oohed and ahhed throughout the dreamiest scenes.
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