Lisa's on a bus headed back home from New York. Won't be home till after 10. Jesse Anne's in the garderie late tonight -- I don't have to pick her up till 10 either. I could theoretically go to any Guy Movie I want tonight. And I think I'd rather go home and watch the
Rescue Me eps I have on my DVR, eat with my fingers and lick sauce off plates. Lisa doesn't like "angsty" shows, so I tend not to watch them because I'd rather watch something else with her.
War of the Worlds seems like another tour de force without real heart, from all the reviews. I'll save
Sky High for whenever I see Hunter next. Already seen
Batman Begins, and I'm not sure I want to see it again so soon.
Mad Hot Ballroom seems like a movie for DVD. Somehow I don't expect
The Island to have any real depth, though it promises to be a great video rental for a rainy day. And
Stealth, well, it is for to laugh.
Am I getting old, or are the summer movies sucking big time this year? Or both?
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It's not a good summer for guy movies -- and it's an even worse August for guy movies. My wife will go on a trip in a couple weeks and I'm worried that there'll be nothing I want to watch.
However, my favorite film of the summer was War of The Worlds -- it's got some memorable moments and a nice focus in on a small story amidst the big story.
Yes -- check out Broken Flowers and 2046! The latter is a must if you liked In The Mood For Love. August is turning out to be the month for The Thinking Man's films.
Louis Malle's L'Ascenseur Pour L'echafaud is in limited rerelease right now as well. You can't beat rainy Parisian nights and a smoldering Miles Davis score!
HUSTLE AND FLOW!
I laughed, I cried, I enjoyed "krunk".
I also recently liked Jean Luc Goddard's CONTEMPT, which has a super cool second act.
Yup
Any summer that has a toilet flush of a movie like The Island, that literally is going to sink a studio (there won't be a Dreamworks next year), you've got to figure it's not your fault. So no, you're not getting old. Movies are getting more stupid however. The relentless chase for the big audience and the tentpole picture leaves too few cooks (who know how to do it) to cook up all the broths. So you get a lot of big boxes jammed with fireworks that a make a hell of a lot of noise, but not much else. I think that's why the smaller films oddly benefit as the other posts demonstrate. When the smoke clears, and you realize you're less than satisfied (and feel a bit ripped off), you take the risk to get some real artistic nourishment, and more often than not, come home happily surprised.
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