Finally, Matthew and I have energy to do more than just come home from work, cuddle up in blankets, shiver and then fall asleep at 8 p.m. This means that we are beginning to rediscover movies, which both of us like quite a bit. Now, we still haven’t ventured out of the house to watch movies, as the temperatures are not welcoming, but the mailman (who is a man) has been busy with our Netflix.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall- Enjoyed much more than I thought I would. Sweet and funny even if I did see a little bit more of Jason Segel’s junk than I needed to. But it is nice to see a naked guy in a movie instead of the requisite naked girl.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona- Liked, though didn’t leave me affected like Match Point. Great acting and casting. Lessons I took from this: don’t fall in love with a Spanish painter because his crazy ex-wife will still be crazy, and connections to exes are always complicated. Also it sucks to be the person who makes two other people’s relationship work- you never quite come out a winner (although Scarlett Johansson didn’t do too badly). All in all, this movie is likable without beating you over the head with any deep realizations about life or love. Additionally, Javier Bardem is hot. I’ll be Netflix’ing Love in the Time of Cholera soon.
Pineapple Express- Didn’t like, and suggested we turn it off halfway through. I don’t mind pot movies when they’re funny, make sense and keep moving, much like Seth Rogen’s Knocked Up in which he and his friends are high a fair amount of the time. But I don’t have a lot of patience for the only plot point really being “Main character goes to see his dealer, they proceed to get high on some new kind of weed. Repeat every 15 minutes.” Maybe you have to be stoned for these movies to be funny, or thirteen and wishing you were stoned. Or maybe I just have no sense of humor and not enough patience and the best parts were coming up.
Quantum of Solace- Watched for the second time because Matt was busy working for the money and missed getting to see it in the theater. I don’t think I jumped as much this time, and I think I caught a lot more of the subtle plot points that I missed the first time because of said jumping. I also like that Bond and the main chick are not romantically linked, but instead have an understanding of each other’s grief and desire for revenge. Definitely okay with Daniel Craig as Bond.
Role Models- Ridiculous, but entertaining in the way that Paul Rudd is always entertaining. In this movie his character is more of an asshole than normal, and the ending is completely absurd, but I did laugh a fair amount. I just think I’m less inclined to re-watch this movie versus Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Up next: Slumdog Millionaire.
То что бредомысли это точно
Видно настиг творческий кризис. Мысле нет о чем писать
Что то слишком мудрено… И по-моему расчитано на блогера чем на вебмастера