
We've had Wild at Heart and now The Sixth Sense? What on earth could I be planning?



So, I watched Mommie Dearest tonight (after getting home from seeing The Devil Wears Prada omg. More on that later). That was such a strange movie. So... arch. I must say I was a bit disappointed. I didn't find it as hilarious as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong though, there was hilarity scattered about. Such as the late-night pruning session, or the infamous wire hangers sequence. My favourite however was towards the end when Mommie Dearest (aka Academy Award winner Joan Crawford) steals her daughter's role on a daytime soap opera. LOL. That wire hanger sequence was fucked up though, right? And the ajax! My god, THE AJAX!!!!! I've never seen so much ajax before in my life. In a hilarious light bulb moment for me, it was only during the scene where Crawford wins her Academy Award that I realised the movie was actually set in the 1940s! Nothing struck me as being the 1940s about this movie. And the fact that at the very start of the movie, Faye Dunaway as Joan looked about 60 years old, I was under the illusion the movie was based in the later years of her life. LOL. Couple that with the film's lack of time. As in, they don't seem to know when any of these events took place so they just filmed them and put them all together. It randomly jumps forward in time (within literally half a scene, Joan's daughter has turned from a rebel to a nun in waiting). The only way of telling if we've jumped forward years at a time is the aging makeup used on the maid character played by Rutanya Alda. And bad aging makeup at that! And speaking of the maid, what an awful woman she is! She's the witness to all these apparent beatings and drunken stoopers yet she never says a thing. Truly bad-but-they-thought-it-was-shakespeare filmmaking is very hard to come by.
LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) -
So, anyway, back to Making Love. Other than Sheriff Truman, I actually did like it. It ain't no Brokeback Mountain or My Beautiful Laundrette, but I think when watching it you have to take into account that this was 1982. I liked watching a serious take on the subject. I found it funny that the roles of the two gay men were sort of switched in Brokeback. Here it's the homely married man who wants the relationship while the more outwardly open man doesn't. And Kate Jackson (she of Charlie's Angels fame) gets the Michelle Williams role. She gets the realisation AND confrontation scene all in one. I'm not really sure if I entirely bought everything the movie was selling me, but... i dunno. I liked it. Plus, there's plenty of Michael Ontkean ogling to be had. There's an interesting interview with the screenwriter here. He discusses Brokeback and all that jazz.
The other movie I watched was Trick (1999, dir. Fall). Yeah, again, I didn't really think this was the greatest of filmmaking ventures I've ever seen, but in the end I liked it. It's not trying to reinvent the wheel here. I mean, I didn't like the Christian Campbell character (he's Neve Campbell's brother! lol) - I didn't understand him at all, and some of the cliches were overdone, but it won me over I suppose. I just enjoyed watching it (for the most part). Oh, and despite the fact that I don't usually go for muscle beefcake guys, that John Paul Pitoc was... well, he was fun to watch ;)
But now, I thought "hmmm, I wonder when movies I wanna see are coming out." Naturally, I'm fairly certain the world hates me and wants me to suffer by not being able to see movies I have been wanting to see since January. Seriously. What the fuck is so stupid with our distributers that they will hold these movies for so long? FUCK YOU! Here are the 15 movies that back in January, I claimed to be my 15 most anticipated (actually, my #15 was Cars, which has been released so I went with #16 but that was Pirates of the Caribbean so I then went with #17 - Babel. Get ready to be stupefied.
A Prairie Home Companion


Kerry, Honey! I love ya, but why on Earth are you appearing on Dancing with the Stars. I know our country's version of the show gets some, well, stars (the loose definition of the word, but they're more stars here than people like Lisa Rinna and Drew Lachey are in the states), but this is beneath you. You're way too good for this Kerry.
No-Necked Monsters waxes lyrical with Pedro Almodovar. It was his birthday yesterday, and Mike over there has written a great little piece about his introduction to Almodovar. We all have one of those. Mine was All About My Mother, which I blind-purchased and watched that night. I instantly fell in love. I too share Mike's strong affection for Live Flesh. And as much as I loved Talk to Her, I wouldn't rank it above Mother, Flesh and probably Bad Education. But it was better than The Flower of my Secret. I really wish they'd release all his early stuff on DVD down here.
Nat from The Film Experience is having a Vampire Blog-a-thon!!! That's so awesome. Which should I discuss? The twin Nosferatu's in the form of Murnau's 1922 Nosferatu and the film based on the legend of the making of that 1922 film, Shadow of the Vampire (with Oscar-nominated Willem Dafoe in the famous role). Should I discuss how the television series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer got everything so right that the movie got oh-so-very wrong? Or, how about I inflict an Aussie edge to it and discuss Outback Vampires? Such a dilemma.
Much like Ja at My New Plaid Pants (happy vacation Jason!), I continue to be creeped out by how fuckin' hot Kristen Bell is. Seriously. She's the best looking one on Veronica Mars too. But plz, NOBODY MENTION THE SECOND SERIES AROUND HERE! We're only one episode into the second season and I haven't had it ruined for me (I managed to not read who the killer was in the first season! Go me) so I don't intend on having it ruined for me for the rest of the year (or two or three years it takes channel 10 to air the fricken' show)
Uwe Boll is a pest, but apparently he's quite good in the boxing ring. LOL.
I was indeed one of the screaming queens who was shocked to hear that Minogue had breast cancer last year. That was two gay icons down (the other being Olivia, duh) so Madge, Cher, Babs and Bette better make sure they, er, keep checkin'!
So, I think I was predisposed to not liking Robert Benton's 1979 Best Picture winner Kramer vs. Kramer. I mean, firstly it's the sort of saccharine weepie movie that I just don't like. I mean, gimme something that earns it and I'll cry like a baby (I'm looking at you Thelma & Louise, Dancer in the Dark, etc), but movies like this think you should be getting the tissues out purely by virtue of the type of movie it is. That doesn't score points with me. And then secondly, the big one, it was the film that beat my favourite film of all-time to Oscar glory. That would be All That Jazz, of course. The movie that won four Oscars but when it came to the major stuff it lost them all to Kramer (notably Best Picture, Director, Actor and Screenplay - of of which are leaps and bounds ahead of Kramer vs Kramer).









er, right. So, I'm feeling much better today. I'm still sick (nasty cough and general sluggishness), but at least I don't have a bad headache and the feeling that i want to die. So, yay for that. And I can walk! I sorta couldn't walk yesterday. I nearly collapsed. It musta been the humidity. Or something. I dunno. I felt rotten yesterday. But as I said, I've still got this virus which isn't much fun. I suppose I had to get sick now. I always get sick during winter but for whatever reason, I hadn't even so much as had a bad cold this year, until these last few weeks where I've been sick a lot. Oh well.
















































