|Sniff, sniff, movie reviews
||[Feb. 26th, 2008|08:55 am]
So, on a light and frothy and not very deep note, IF you like romantic comedies: Danny Deckchair. It showed up on my recommended list after I put a bunch of Aussie and Kiwi films on my queue -- probably about the time I watched something sappyish. Of course, the Aussie/Kiwi films were generally horror or comedy...and they did bill it as "quirky"...|
Not quirky enough for me and way too romantic feel-good-y for me, but I don't regret the time watching it and would recommend it to those of you who like it when the boy gets the girl/girl gets the boy, happily ever after...WITHOUT zombie sheep. It was actually a bit of a relief to watch a film with so many ugly -- well, NORMAL, actually -- people in it. Even the main romantic lead...I had to work really hard at finding him attractive. I was almost there, and then he had a shirtless moment and I thought, good heavens, MY arms are more muscular. Charming, though...
And again, roaming outside of my usual genres -- I finally got up the courage to watch Neverland. Yeah, sorry, I know it's a cliche, but I will watch anything with Johnny Depp. Although, truly, it's mostly because he so INHABITS his characters. And he moves like a cat. But no, really I actually think he's talented. And watching this movie, I believed that HE believed, which is always refreshing.
But I couldn't go see it in the theater...in the interests of making this flow better, imagine that I have time to go see movies in the theatre. Hey, it happens once or twice a year. The point is, even if I HAD had the time, when it was in the theater, I couldn't have gone.
And I will cry at the drop of a hat. I cry at previews of coming attractions. At the old AT&T commercial: "Your son called." "What's wrong?" "Nothing. He just called to say he loved us" So-uh-ob. Sniff.
I can't walk into a Disney store for fear they're playing a clip from Bambi. I walked in one and heard "Your mother can't be with you right now, Bambi" and ran out sobbing. I had to sit in the ladies room at the mall for ten minutes before I could pull myself together. I've never seen the Lion King because I started crying at the preview when all the animals came together...when I heard that Dad dies...oh, HELL no. Never seen ET. First 'cause it was designed to make you cry. Second, because I think the alien is stupid looking. And now, well, what's the point of giving in now? So, I guess that would be Third, I'm Danish.
Neverland....okay, I'll cry at Peter Pan -- even when Tinker Bell gets sick and I HATE fairies. Add a man who's got a saddish, wistful life and a woman dying of consumption and little boys trying to be brave...oh, good heavens.
I don't DO goodbyes. I don't do funerals. Another person crying will make me cry. Beautiful things will make me cry. Damn, when they brought the orphans into the theatre to see the premiere of Peter Pan, I cried. Not because it was orphans -- but because it was such a GREAT idea.
By then, my tear ducts were just looking for an excuse. Which is another problem. Because when I start crying, I can't stop. My right eye will leak for hours. Jeez. And I don't even LIKE Kate Winslet.