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Whacking Permalink Archive 21 December 2004
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Samantha Jones, Sex & The City
George "I hate the modern world" Moonbat is recycling urban legends:
The
supposed Pentagon report was debunked
ten months ago.
Canberra ABC news presenter Virginia Haussegger is a babe. Pity
all the online pics of her are terrible, which is why I won't post any.....
Favourite TV characters, part IV
Character:
Claire Kincaid Actually, the Kincaid character had a woeful start, spending the first of her three seasons as a tedious, incompetent waif. Fortunately, the writers gave her some personality in her later seasons. She never had anywhere near the aura of street-smarts as Carey Lowell's character, but the wink-wink scenes between her and Sam Waterson had genuine warmth and charm, which nicely offset the grimy legal matters the show dealt with. Of course, it didn't hurt that Hennessy was an absolute honeymuffin:
Sadly,
Hennessy quit the show to become a really annoying actress in Crossing
Jordan. Oh well.
Old movies that don't suck, part 2 A while back, I reviewed Roman Holiday. A film which - to my considerable suprise, I enjoyed enormously. I've mentioned a few times I'm not a fan of old movies. Crap acting, crap dialogue, godawful music and shoddy production design are not things I find inspiring. I recently had a chance to view another old hollywood classic I've never had the slightest interest in: Casablanca. And colour me surprised: I enjoyed this one too.
Why did I like it? For starters, a funny and clever screenplay that today's hipster screenwriters would be proud to have written. The acting was mostly top-notch. I've never had much use for Humphrey Bogart (or any other of the old Hollywood legends for that matter), but he was perfect for this role. Ingrid Bergman is the kind of luminous babe they just don't make anymore. And Peter Lorre's small cameo as a petty thief was hilarious. The real scene-stealer though, was Claude Rains as the wry French chief of police. He gets some of the best lines in movie history. The story works too: clever and concise, the weaving together of the romantic triangle of the main characters set against the backdrop of the WWII refugee crisis and a cat-n-mouse game over some missing documents was accomplished with effortless grace. It wasn't all good though: the music is as hideous as 40's movie scores generally are (did this shit actually sound good to people back then?), and some of the romantic dialogue was pure old-movie cheese. Still, we're left with a beautiful-looking, well-acted movie with a strong narrative that has stood the test of time remarkably well.
And guys, show it to your girlfriends: you will get SO laid.
One that really, really sucked If you've got a hated old relative whom you'd like to push into an early death, plunk them down in front of a large TV and loud stereo, and make them sit through Alan Parker's movie adaption of Evita.
I'll start by mentioning the good points: the lavish production and costume design, Darius Khondji's marvelous cinematography, and Antonio Banderas' performance - aside from his great screen presence, he also has the only good song in the entire film. It was nice to see Jimmy Nail in a cameo as a tango singer. And, erm.... the fact that I survived it must mean something. The bad points? Ugggh...where to start.... - Madonna: not to put too fine a point on it, she can't act for shit. Even in a movie with basically no dialogue, she made my flesh crawl. - The story: Why should I care about some fascist whore who fucked a dictator and died? I was half-hoping someone would shoot the bitch and get it over with. - The music: The "don't cry for me Argentina" tune is a good one, which is probably why it's recycled for Antonio's opening song, and on and on ad nauseam throughout the movie. The rest of it is some of the most dissonant, atonal crap I've had the misfortune to sit through. And it's sooo borrrringg. The soundtrack to this movie could be used as punishment in Turkish prisons. - The running time: Evita is over two bloody hours long. It just went on and on and fucking on. Given
a choice between a prostate exam, and sitting through Evita again,
I'll take the rubber glove and KY jelly every time.
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