One of the best dramatic films I’ve ever seen. Highly recommended.
Dr. Ernst Janning: Judge Haywood… the reason I asked you to come. Those people, those
millions of people… I never knew it would come to that. YOU must believe it, YOU MUST believe it.
Judge Dan Haywood:
Herr Janning, it came to that the first time you sentenced a man to death you knew to be innocent.
The Vikings (1958) – 3 stars out of 5
Outrageous action flick, but for the era surprisingly historically accurate details of costume and sets. Except of course Janet Leigh’s garments, particularly that bullet bra physique. Still all that footage of the Sognefjord redeems any flaws; truly one of the loveliest places in the world.
Amazing interview. Highly recommended documentary.
Creatively productive day Friday. That Certain Someone picked me up after work. Dinner at Citrus Club on Haight. Sitting in bed surfing the web. Spooning.
Farmers’ Market at the Ferry Building Friday morning. Aidells Maple & Smoked Bacon sausage sandwich with Seeds & Suds mustard. Fresh snap peas. Tasting cheeses and balsamic vinegars. Selecting and eating Recchiuti chocolates – Peanut Butter Puck, Honeycomb Malt, special of the day (Fleur de Sel caramel topped with pecan encased in bittersweet chocolate; simply fucking incredible. One of the top ten chocolate experiences of my life.), Fleur De Sel, Cardamom Nougat, Tarragon Grapefruit, Bergamot Tea – on a bench looking out at the bay. Sailboats. Clouds. Sunshine. The Bay Bridge. Yerba Buena Island.
Walking up Sacramento to Mason and down to Geary. Buying tickets at the Curren for "I Am My Own Wife" (about which more in a couple weeks no doubt). And then seeing Kung Fu Hustle at the Metreon.
Stop what you are doing now and go see Kung Fu Hustle. It’s got more life and fun and excitement in it than the last 10 American films I’ve seen. If I could pre-order the DVD today, I would, and I’ll definitely be seeing this one at least twice in the theater.
Grinning like maniacs. A Manhattan and a cheese plate at The View atop the Marriot Hotel looking at, well, the view. Trying to figure out what was going on at the ice rink. Walking across Yerba Buena Gardens to find it was a demonstration game of sled hockey. Very cool. Chatting briefly with a player as he got back into his wheelchair. Coming home and watching the original Star Wars "A New Hope" (laser disc version, not this bullshit "Greedo shoots first" crap).
Sleeping in. Languid lazing around. Puttering around the house. Soup for dinner. The win-win debate: movie or play a game?
I didn’t go out this evening, though I was in the mood to. You see, I was in the mood to go out with other people and the other people didn’t materialize magically to whisk me away to fun.
So instead I ate a burrito and read weblogs. I thought I take a shower & go to bed early right after I checked in with James. Ha. As if.
He linked to The Online Film Critics Society’s Top 100 Overlooked Films of the 1990s. Now it’s an hour and a half past the time I’d go to bed if I wanted 8 hours sleep and I have 428 movies in my Netflix queue.
And I want some popcorn.
The characters in the movie would have to be massively deepened to be called shallow. The major conflict is that of the Quaid character, who has missed much of his son’s upbringing owing to his penchant for jumping crevasses on remote ice shelves. His wife’s anger at this I rate at 137 MilliPeeves, where one Peeve equals the feeling you get when the coffee shop runs out of your favourite creamer, and you have to use your second favourite. This is understated acting.
[Note: review contains spoilers, as if you cared. Pointer to this humorous and successful effort to get the esteemed professor to see this film kindly provided by Mr. Jason Kottke. Additional note: my weakness for the writing and humor of those of an academic bent is evidenced by my new-found conviction that the denizens of the rec.arts.sf.written newsgroup are persons of astonishing wit and profound sexual attractiveness almost approaching paleoclimatologist levels.]
– Rebecca Blood at the Sony Metreon, December 12, 2003
Because I worked a while on one of my sick days and came in early this morning, I felt no guilt about leaving work at 3pm and heading straight to the movie theater to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
It was wonderful. I wanted to go back in and watch it again. It’s my favorite of the books and so I would have been quite disappointed if they’d done a drab job, but it’s the best of the films yet. Beautifully realized, particularly in the treatment of time. Sign me up to watch everything Alfonso Cuarón ever directs.
So, who wants to go see it tomorrow or Sunday? Or perhaps and Sunday?
Dublin man turns into a rat. Family crisis ensues. Very silly fun. Quite over the top and goofy, but great when that’s exactly what you’re after.