Archive for February, 2008
Student whose dessert slid off the plate: Nice try, cheesecake. You’ve only postponed the inevitable.
(found at Overheardeverywhere.com)
I just discovered ibookdb.net. Maybe this is old news for you, then I apologise. But I do think that’s a project worth supporting, so go and have look and see if you like it!
It took literally minutes til I saw the two figures dancing…
(taken from oddee.com)
Yesterday was very intense. I left work early (I started early as well) to be able to go to a triple movie feature. I finally saw Elizabeth: The Golden Age, There Will Be Blood and Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. [You may call me crazy for doing that.]
Elizabeth: The Golden Age was amazing. I actually like it better than the first part (which was excellent as well and it had Vincent Cassel in drag).
Shekhar Kapur has a perfect feeling for the use of light and the effect of light and light in general. He could have made a little less “shots through ornaments” (he likes them, see also Elizabeth) but that’s ok.
The acting was a-fucking-mazing. I knew Cate Blanchett and Geoffrey Rush do act really good. I also knew Clive Owen could but rarely would (this time he did). Surprises were: Rhys Ifans (I like him and I know he can act but I didn’t know he was in this movie) and Jordi Mollà (who I didn’t know before but who had the incredible ability to scream “I’m a totally fucked-up maniac and nothing can stop me” without uttering a single word). With that cast, I also have to give out a honorary mention of Abbie Cornish and Samantha Morton who were noticed :).
The dialogues were wonderful. Watching the movie I felt like I needed to take a pen out and write along. Or probably learn the screenplay (by William Nicholson and Michael Hirst) by heart.
Of course, the movie had some weak spots. I already mentioned the ornament shots. Then there was Archduke Charles, an Austrian who comes so the queen may see if he’s fit to marry. Anyway, Christian Brassington obviously doesn’t speak a word German (although he has a good German accent in English) but has to say a couple of sentences. I actually needed the subtitles to understand him because his accent was so bad. [Cate Blanchett had a better pronunciation.] That’s just embarassing.
And from the characterisation: Sir Walter Raleigh must have been one hell of a guy. First, he’s the perfect gentleman, funny, intelligent, knows how to tell a story, knows what he wants and has amazing green eyes (ok, those belong to Clive Owen). Then you might say he trips a little by sleeping with the queen’s chambermaid (or whatever you call the girls) [but I think that was only rational, not necessarily wise but rational - he knew nothing could happen with the queen]. Anyway, he gets Bess (the chambermaid) pregnant and instantly marries her and is happy with that. And after that he goes out and singlehandedly defeats the Spanish Armada. That might be a little too much (but feeds my hope that somewhere out there might be a man who is a little bit like that).
Summarising: A wonderful film with wonderful actors and a wonderful script which has some minor faults. Plus: Clive Owen’s hotter than Joseph Fiennes.
On to There Will Be Blood:
I was actually very disappointed by this film. I mean, Daniel Day-Lewis is great, as usual, as is Paul Dano who does a very good job not disappearing beside DD-L. But the film concentrates so much on DD-L that everything else is lost.
The “deathmatch” between him and the church is actually no match at all, there never is a single shred of doubt about the outcome and I felt like laughing all the time about the “exorcisms”.
Relationships live and die with Plainview’s feelings, the other person he has the relationship with has no say in it. (And no matter how dominant one person may be, relationships don’t work that way.)
And the music was horrible. It was intrusive and didn’t fit. The beginning of the credits deserves an award for Worst Chosen Music In A Film.
I guess, if I ever had the chance to make a movie with Daniel Day-Lewis, I’d try to get him into it as much as possible. So I understand why Paul Thomas Anderson did it the way he did. But he should have cut about half an hour of the film and could have tried to incorporate some other actors in this film as well.
Without DD-L there wouldn’t have been a movie. With him, there’s great acting but not much of a film.
So we come to Sweeney Todd.
In a nutshell: Another masterpiece by Tim Burton. I loved it. I loved the story, the music, the costumes (K. [German] wrote about Johnny Depp‘s trousers, I have to point out his leather jacket) and the acting.
Let’s get the things I didn’t like out of the way: The opening credits. The blood was poorly animated, it looked much too sticky and he could have done better.
Of course, Tim Burton has this very distinct style and some people may call it repetitive but who cares? I love the way he uses colours, and the lack of them. As well as the way he uses the same actors to portray the same roles, gives it all a continuity. (Though I guess, Christina Ricci wasn’t available.)
And in the darkness
When I’m blind
With what I can’t forget
It’s always morning in my mind
And there’s another quote (this time from the script by John Logan) I loved, Mrs. Lovett (Helena Bonham-Carter) says: “There could be an us, you know. It may not be what I dreamed of and it may not be what you remember, but it could be an us.”
I may be overinterpreting here, but I also liked the reference to Edward Scissorhands: Mr. Todd holds up the razor and says: “Finally, my arm is complete again.”
I laughed my ass off during the dream sequence. The striped bathing suits flat did it for me ((c) Anita Blake).
I don’t know what to think of Jamie Campbell Bower yet. He knows how to sing, that’s for sure, but I don’t think him that good an actor. And he looks weird.
Alan Rickman, of course, was great. And Sacha Baron Cohen as “Call me Davey” Pirelli had me almost falling off my chair. And Timothy Spall was the perfect cast for Beadle. (When I saw him, my first thought was “Mr. Croup!” but I mistook him for Hywel Bennett. Only my second thought was “Peter Pettigrew!“)
And Giles Anthony Stewart Head was there, if only for five seconds.
There are about a thousand more things I could write about this film, but I’ll leave it at that. I guess you know already what I’m feeling about it.
In the ultimate boredom that is my working time, I stumbled upon the following, book-related links which will keep me occupied for a while. I thought I’d share, maybe you will be in the same situation some day.
And a picture, also found at Liberry Dwarf for some instant fun.
I don’t know if anyone noticed but in my Oscar entry I wrote:
Germany may be pope, but we are Oscar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This referred to a headline by one of Germany’s tabloids, Bild-Zeitung, after the new (German) pope was elected. They actually wrote “We Are Pope” which is one of the funniest headlines ever for me.
Germany and Austria are always competing with and looking down on each other (in a condescendingly loving way). It’s what we do in our spare time.
In addition to this natural competiveness, Die Fälscher actually was an Austrian-German project and I have no idea how they managed to make it only Austrian (maybe all the money came from Austria, but I don’t think so).
So I thought it funny to write that, not only making fun of Germany, but also Austria, our relationship with each other, the headline itself, the pope and the Oscars.
Problem is, as I walk from the subway today, there’s crap a newspaper on the floor, one of Austria’s tabloids. Can you guess what the headline (they mean absolutely serious) is?
We Are Oscar.
Is it possible to choke on smugness?
Today, my supervisor (who happens to be my brother-in-law) called me into his office. He gave me a cake, kissed me on the cheek and said “Happy Birthday from the company!”. I said, “Thank you! I don’t think I ever got birthday greetings a month early!” He looked surprised and then mumbled something like “why do they send me these a month early?” and then had to make an urgent phone call.
Half an hour ago, L. calls me. First thing she says, is “Happy Birthday!”
Now, I’m waiting for the third time. Because Paulo Coelho already said it: “Everything that happens once will likely never happen again. But everything that happens twice, certainly will happen a third time.”