I just read an article in The New Yorker about Disney’s Maleficent with Angelina Jolie. Perhaps, I have already mentioned seeing this movie in London during my recent visit or, perhaps not, because I neglected writing anything during that trip. I am better at recall nothing than something!
Anyways, I enjoyed the movie more than expected. I even found the 3-D to be better than expected and to add to the viewing enjoyment. Of course, it goes without saying that Angelina was excellent, because she has been excellent in every role she plays.
If anyone wants to believe me, then they should not miss this film with or without 3-D. You will surely root for the villain, who turns out to be nice. Do not read the following, if you want to be surprised to discover the story...
I watched again--for the third or fourth time--a great movie: Seabiscuit. If you have not seen this, I can highly recommend taking the time to savor the story, the acting, the script, and the cinematography. Few films are better, few stories are more inspiring, and few experiences are able to rekindle belief in man and beast. (The book is also worth reading.) Secretariat is also a good movie, but does not approach the greatness of Seabiscuit...even if some might say the former was a greater horse.
Regardless of you interest or lack thereof in horses or horse racing, these are interesting stories with lessons to be learned. I know almost nothing about either subject, but enjoyed both movies. I will watch them again, once some more water has flowed down the Rhine to the sea...
Two movies that I enjoy and have seen several times are Out of Africa and White Mischief. I avoid the word “favorite” with such broad categories of the arts, such as film, books, music, and painting. One cannot narrow the field of great work to a single choice.
Anyways, I find the period of these films to be fascinating. That said, I am happy to be able to witness a facsimile of that life on film and am pleased not to have lived then or there. I am certain that even rich folks suffered from heat, dust, disease, insects, and wild animals, not to mention boredom, bad manners, and having to endure uncivilized natives. Fortunately, I did not live during that time, because men had to wear tuxedos for dinner every night and drink too much alcohol.
Given the choice in a fictional world, I would pick Greta Sacchi over Meryl Streep...
Here’s a movie that I will not waste my time or money to see: Lone Ranger.
I grew up watching this television program, little about which I recall. Of course, there was the title character and his Indian sidekick, Tonto. Also, his horse was named Silver, who understood the command, “Hi ho Silver, away”. Some villain certainly played a role each episode, but none has stuck in my memory. I do not recall a girlfriend. Nowadays, certain media commentators would cast aspersions on the sexuality of these two men, but never was heard a discouraging word at that time.
All I needed was glimpse at the movie poster and the names of the cast. I have never heard of the man playing the title role, but that would not have turned me away. What repels me is the get-up of Tonto and assumptions about how the “actor” will turn the character into a buffoon or parody of a Native America.
I think I have figured out why the North Korean Boy Wonder is acting so weird. He has obviously seen the film The Mouse That Roared, about a small country that tries to start--and lose--a war with the United States. He knows that Americans are foolish enough to invest billions into any country with which they fight a war. And, are foolish enough to enter into another stupid war. Republican warmongers are happy to have a enemy to wave in the face of Democrats. And, Democrats have this unexplainable urge to appear “strong”.
It’s that time of year: re-runs of Love, Actually, the film with the best three lines in any movie, spoken by the Emma Thompson character and her daughter. They are talking about the school nativity play.
Daughter: “I play the third lobster.”
Mother: : “There was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?”
Because this is one of my favorites, I have been meaning to write about this film, when the following headline is Salon caught my eye.
“Love, Actually”: The worst Christ
I did not make it through the entire article, but did read enough to make me feel sorry for the woman that wrote it. She does not understand irony and, apparently, also love. The headline to her article suggests a number of personality shortcomings. I would not be surprised to read that she like Valentine’s Day, which was the worst “love” movie ever, besides being weak overall.
Love, Actually was made by Richard Curtiss, who is also one of the creators of Black Adder, one of my favorite sitcoms. (The above writer would not get this one either, because each series and each episode is chock full of political, religious, military, social, and historical satire.) To be honest, the first series is not my favorite, but the later ones are each better than the other.
One of the benefits of visiting London is the wide variety of films and shows. Sadly, few movies were of interest. I do not know who decides to spend money on films now in cinemas. I thought about seeing The Candidate, because I imagined that it might be humorous, but decided against anything related to the upcoming election. Instead, we saw Taken 2, which I found to be as good as the first one. I find these films more believable than the current Bond things. The only problems is: we wanted to visit Istanbul, but now my wife refuses to go. See the movie to understand her reason.
The first Taken showed a father's worst nightmare. The second might be seen as a blessing to unhappy husb
The word is gesucht, which means “wanted”, when used on a police flyer, or when used as the past tense of the verb suchen (to seek, search, or look for).
I chose this word today, because I noticed it being used incorrectly in the film, The Bourne Identity.
Well, the word was used correctly, but in wrong country. Clever (or incompetent or indifferent) American filmmakers featured a police wanted flyer in Paris, which some of you might know as being in France, where most people speak French and not German (except in Alsace, of course). But, this flaw hardly matters, because American moviegoers don’t know this or understand the difference. After all, the word was foreign, so “who cares?”
I overlooked other minor details, such as the huge detour needed to film the scene driving through Alps to reach Paris from Zurich or the fact that there is no US embassy or consulate in Zurich or that those scenes were filmed in Prague, which looks different.The most-direct route to Paris is unspectacular, so a shot of the wrong road added a bit of The cost of filming in Zurich would have reduced profits, which is less acceptable than factual errors. The price of using in incorrect German word on a flyer was negligible...just like American knowledge of languages and geography.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.