So, the movies continue. I saw Nine tonight, and it was an interesting movie-going experience. Daniel Day Lewis was wonderful as usual. He's an indisputably solid actor. However, and I've mentioned this before, I think a major key to being a great film actor is that people don't want to take their eyes off of you. I find myself wanting to take my eyes off of him a lot. There's something off-putting about his face and the way he moves his mouth...and it's not off-putting in a good, provocative way, either. Dame Judi Dench was spot-on. Marion Cotillard was good. Penelope Cruz was good but I don't think she deserved an Oscar nomination. (There were 2 other people in the audience with me, and I could swear that one of them was masturbating during a few parts of the film-- one of which was Cruz' musical number. He also ripped ass a few times, making my popcorn very unappetizing.) Nicole Kidman, Kate Hudson, and Fergie all drove me up the wall, but that's nothing new. The ultimate saving grace for this movie is the insane cinematography. Ohmygraciousme, it is just gorgeous. Every frame, truly, EVERY frame is a photo. If I ever see it again, I'll keep the sound off for most of it, and just stare at the pretty pictures. (I'd turn the volume up for any scenes with the Dame-- I'd pay to listen to her read the phone book.)
I have quite a line-up of films I plan to see this weekend, and I am getting very excited to see The Last Station. I have a feeling that it will be a new DKM favorite.
I can't believe that guy was masturbating. I know that it was after 10, on a weeknight, at a discount theater, and there were a bunch of scantily clad ladies dancing around with very good lighting and beautiful costumes. But, for real-- that is absolutely f'ed up.
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