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Movie Fest
Lately, it's been a rare thing for me to see more than one movie during a 24 hour period, but between today and yesterday, I've been on a flick-watchin' binge. Don't get me wrong, I love movies. I love watching them. I love going to them. I just rarely have the time. This weekend, however, between not really having any evening plans (due to the lovely 3 hours or so of sleep I was able to get at the Senior retreat) and trying to help my mom out this afternoon, I actually had the time to indulge.
"Man on Fire" was last night's rental. It was okay, though not as good as I'd expected. The amount of Spanish spoken in the film amused me (especially since I knew there were quite a few more expletives actually said than what was subtitled on screen *g*). And, yes, I know the whole "Hermandad" thing was supposed to be menacing, but I found the wording of the scene where it is mentioned to be a bit on the funny side. The part where it's said (and I'm not quoting exactly), "They're like a brotherhood; they call themselves "La Hermandad" would be like saying, in English, "They're like a brotherhood; they call themselves "The Brotherhood!" (Cue the ominous music! Dun-dun-duuuun!) It would be a line fit for an Austin Powers flick! At the end, I felt happy that Pita wasn't actually dead -- though I kinda had a feeling throughout the whole film. I was disappointed, however, in what happens to Creasy. I wasn't necessarily looking for a Hollywood-style conclusion (it wasn't Creasy's death that disturbed me), but the whole self-sacrifice seemed completely unnecessary. "The Voice" wanted a life for a life -- aka Pita for the brother. Why Creasy had to sacrifice himself as well seemed uncalled for . . . especially since he was holding all the power in the situation. I would have understood if, since he was dying anyway, he'd chosen to take out the rest of the affiliates in the kidnapping plot with one of his little C4 suppositories. His whole purpose had been revenge; to have him die quietly in the car en route to see the ringleader of the entire thing seemed against his character. And Manzano killing The Voice was much less satisfying than if Creasy had been the one to do it.
This afternoon, to try and prevent my mother from injuring her leg further (She insists on doing laundry and housework when she should be sitting down!), I offered to take her to see "The Forgotten." Not bad. Pretty much what I expected, though it certainly did have its startling moments. Mom loved it, so that was good.
Best part of going to the movie, though? The trailers, of course! "Edge of Reason," the Bridget Jones sequel, looks very, very funny! (I love Renée Zellweger! And any actress who isn't afraid to look like a real woman!) I also like the look of "Spanglish" with Adam Sandler.
Yay for finally having time to see movies!
"Man on Fire" was last night's rental. It was okay, though not as good as I'd expected. The amount of Spanish spoken in the film amused me (especially since I knew there were quite a few more expletives actually said than what was subtitled on screen *g*). And, yes, I know the whole "Hermandad" thing was supposed to be menacing, but I found the wording of the scene where it is mentioned to be a bit on the funny side. The part where it's said (and I'm not quoting exactly), "They're like a brotherhood; they call themselves "La Hermandad" would be like saying, in English, "They're like a brotherhood; they call themselves "The Brotherhood!" (Cue the ominous music! Dun-dun-duuuun!) It would be a line fit for an Austin Powers flick! At the end, I felt happy that Pita wasn't actually dead -- though I kinda had a feeling throughout the whole film. I was disappointed, however, in what happens to Creasy. I wasn't necessarily looking for a Hollywood-style conclusion (it wasn't Creasy's death that disturbed me), but the whole self-sacrifice seemed completely unnecessary. "The Voice" wanted a life for a life -- aka Pita for the brother. Why Creasy had to sacrifice himself as well seemed uncalled for . . . especially since he was holding all the power in the situation. I would have understood if, since he was dying anyway, he'd chosen to take out the rest of the affiliates in the kidnapping plot with one of his little C4 suppositories. His whole purpose had been revenge; to have him die quietly in the car en route to see the ringleader of the entire thing seemed against his character. And Manzano killing The Voice was much less satisfying than if Creasy had been the one to do it.
This afternoon, to try and prevent my mother from injuring her leg further (She insists on doing laundry and housework when she should be sitting down!), I offered to take her to see "The Forgotten." Not bad. Pretty much what I expected, though it certainly did have its startling moments. Mom loved it, so that was good.
Best part of going to the movie, though? The trailers, of course! "Edge of Reason," the Bridget Jones sequel, looks very, very funny! (I love Renée Zellweger! And any actress who isn't afraid to look like a real woman!) I also like the look of "Spanglish" with Adam Sandler.
Yay for finally having time to see movies!