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asimplechord) wrote2012-02-25 07:18 pm
asimplechord) wrote2012-02-25 07:18 pm
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fork was in the road, took the psychopath
1. The ship-breaking photography exhibit at the South Street Seaport Museum gorgeous. The museum is sort of small, and somewhat limited, but interesting, and the $5 fee gives you free entrance to the Museum of the City of New York also. The photos for this particular exhibit are beautifully stark, almost post-apocalyptic. It made me think I should ask my dad what happens to the ships his company decommissions, if they go to Chittagong, or if they're sold to other companies.
2. Richard III - OMG, RICHARD, POOR MALIGNED KING. History is written by the victors, and I firmly believe that the Tudors had as much or more motive to murder the two boys in the tower, but this play, god. Kevin Spacey was by turns vulnerable and psychotic. And the drums. The drumline, to accent everything. Also, Buckingham. Chuk Iwuji's Buckingham was outstanding. (Note to self: must watch The Usual Suspects again. Did Spacey choose the brace as part of R3's infirmity b/c he's used to that sort of limp?)
On a theatrical note, also: Alan Rickman still pwns. I was having some Deep Thoughts about the fact that there are five characters in Seminar, two female and three male, and of them, two remain completely clothed. One male character goes shirtless briefly. One female character spends ~30 seconds with her tits on display. Another moons the audience. I understand why at least one of the other characters stayed fully clothed. But was ass-baring really necessary? No. The audience understood what was going on, that was gratuitous. But thanks for pointing out that even theater is still written for the male gaze, Theresa Rebeck.
I have no Deep Thoughts about Death of a Salesman, except that Andrew Garfield actually does a decent not-British accent. And he is pretty when he cries, even viewed from 12 rows back.
3. We went to see This Means War the other night. I ranted about it a little tojmc_bks, but the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. On one hand: the situational comedy was funny. I enjoy Chelsea Handler's blunt humor, also. And I appreciate that in this movie a) there was plenty of pretty eye-candy, and b) there's nothing bashful about a woman dating two guys.
But. BUT.
The entire rest of the movie just skeeves me.
Two guys who by their own admission are BFFs to the point of being family let someone come between them before they've even each gone on a proper date. Gentleman's agreement, my ass, Tuck FORGOT THEIR CHiPS DATE to go out with Lauren. And then the pair of them break all of their rules and use their work resources (don't get me started on that) to creep on her and each other.
a) That's stalking.
b) Stalking is not romantic, it's creepy.
Plus, Lauren's whole reason for dating wasn't that she was necessary looking for someone - it was that she felt bad (embarrassed about being single) after running into her ex and his fiance. And she wouldn't've gone through with the first date with FDR if not for running into him again. She accused him of being shallow, but hey, hi, pot. You're black.
Don't get me started on lack of awareness of what's happening in her own house when two dudes sneak in and plant bugs, etc. That wasn't funny, it was invasive, and Aaron didn't understand why I was all >>>>>:/ at the screen for that scene.
Taking her on a date to meet family is "girl porn"? Uh, no. Porn involves sex/bodies/fucking.
Having her actually sleep with one of them, but not the other? Because having a female lead character in a rom-com sleep with someone she doesn't end up with? THAT CAN'T HAPPEN IN THE MOVIE INDUSTRY. Because apparently even in the 21st century, nice girls only have sex with the guy they'll end up with.
Ugh, and then when she's made her decision, and then finds out that they know each other, she just completely overlooks the dishonesty there? No. Just, no. I wanted her to kick both their asses to the curband then for them to realize that they had already found their life-partners in each other.
This could have been a great story to go with all the pretty that was on screen. But mostly it just made me remember why I don't usually see rom-coms. Please to be making better movies, THard, CPine, and Reese Witherspoon. :(
4. I have a big fic to edit. And carpets to vacuum. And when that's done, we're going to queue up Bronson in Netflix and watch a movie wherein Tom Hardy is an honest criminal, rather than a skeevy CIA agent-boyfriend.
2. Richard III - OMG, RICHARD, POOR MALIGNED KING. History is written by the victors, and I firmly believe that the Tudors had as much or more motive to murder the two boys in the tower, but this play, god. Kevin Spacey was by turns vulnerable and psychotic. And the drums. The drumline, to accent everything. Also, Buckingham. Chuk Iwuji's Buckingham was outstanding. (Note to self: must watch The Usual Suspects again. Did Spacey choose the brace as part of R3's infirmity b/c he's used to that sort of limp?)
On a theatrical note, also: Alan Rickman still pwns. I was having some Deep Thoughts about the fact that there are five characters in Seminar, two female and three male, and of them, two remain completely clothed. One male character goes shirtless briefly. One female character spends ~30 seconds with her tits on display. Another moons the audience. I understand why at least one of the other characters stayed fully clothed. But was ass-baring really necessary? No. The audience understood what was going on, that was gratuitous. But thanks for pointing out that even theater is still written for the male gaze, Theresa Rebeck.
I have no Deep Thoughts about Death of a Salesman, except that Andrew Garfield actually does a decent not-British accent. And he is pretty when he cries, even viewed from 12 rows back.
3. We went to see This Means War the other night. I ranted about it a little to
jmc_bks, but the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. On one hand: the situational comedy was funny. I enjoy Chelsea Handler's blunt humor, also. And I appreciate that in this movie a) there was plenty of pretty eye-candy, and b) there's nothing bashful about a woman dating two guys.But. BUT.
The entire rest of the movie just skeeves me.
Two guys who by their own admission are BFFs to the point of being family let someone come between them before they've even each gone on a proper date. Gentleman's agreement, my ass, Tuck FORGOT THEIR CHiPS DATE to go out with Lauren. And then the pair of them break all of their rules and use their work resources (don't get me started on that) to creep on her and each other.
a) That's stalking.
b) Stalking is not romantic, it's creepy.
Plus, Lauren's whole reason for dating wasn't that she was necessary looking for someone - it was that she felt bad (embarrassed about being single) after running into her ex and his fiance. And she wouldn't've gone through with the first date with FDR if not for running into him again. She accused him of being shallow, but hey, hi, pot. You're black.
Don't get me started on lack of awareness of what's happening in her own house when two dudes sneak in and plant bugs, etc. That wasn't funny, it was invasive, and Aaron didn't understand why I was all >>>>>:/ at the screen for that scene.
Taking her on a date to meet family is "girl porn"? Uh, no. Porn involves sex/bodies/fucking.
Having her actually sleep with one of them, but not the other? Because having a female lead character in a rom-com sleep with someone she doesn't end up with? THAT CAN'T HAPPEN IN THE MOVIE INDUSTRY. Because apparently even in the 21st century, nice girls only have sex with the guy they'll end up with.
Ugh, and then when she's made her decision, and then finds out that they know each other, she just completely overlooks the dishonesty there? No. Just, no. I wanted her to kick both their asses to the curb
This could have been a great story to go with all the pretty that was on screen. But mostly it just made me remember why I don't usually see rom-coms. Please to be making better movies, THard, CPine, and Reese Witherspoon. :(
4. I have a big fic to edit. And carpets to vacuum. And when that's done, we're going to queue up Bronson in Netflix and watch a movie wherein Tom Hardy is an honest criminal, rather than a skeevy CIA agent-boyfriend.