| There are no signs, there are no stars aligned. |
[Dec. 29th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
First of all, OMG RACHEL WHAT. It's an old photoshoot, but it's kind of insane and amazing. She looks really bored in some pictures, like she "has to take a wet shit" in others, and just crazy dominatrix in others.
Second, MOVIES. Specifically, A Single Man, The Doom Generation, and Broken Embraces. I tried to make it a Penelope Cruz double-feature today, but I could not even bring myself to theater-hop Nine. I have no intention of giving Rob Marshall any of my money either. Maybe I'll piggy-back it with An Education next week.
A Single Man is easily one of my favorite movies this year, and my reaction to it was similar to how I felt for Little Ashes and A Serious Man (has there been A Serious, Single Man mash-up? it would be so many shades of win). I found the images clearly very painterly, and I love any film that just kills me with gorgeous framing. Tom Ford wouldn't be expected to do anything less, I suppose, but I still found the imagery of the film incredibly haunting and beautiful. There were many shots that made me cry, simply as individual frames, very similar to the coffee-making shot in A Serious Man. I wish I could be intelligent and coherent about A Single Man, but I just found it to be so genuinely beautiful and affecting. There were so many specific things that I died for- not literally, of course- like the Strunk daughter in the bank, the scorpion in the glass, Charley's pink cigarettes that matched her fingernails, the shot of Jim and George sitting together on the couch.
I need to reread the novel, after bawling pretty hard during the ending while on my break at work on Christmas Eve, and probably post excerpts here. Its effect on me is very similar to how I felt about Brideshead Revisited. After reading it, I felt irrevocably changed, like someone had yanked out my intestines through my eyes and mouth, and that salty inside emptiness, coupled with my brain working overtime, just made me fall in love. Definitely going to have to see the film again soon and not just for bonus! Lee Pace, Ginnifer Goodwin, and Erin Daniels.
One thing that I love- and hate- about films is marketing, and I think that the first step toward me loving a movie is its trailer. I really cannot stop watching A Single Man's trailer. Way to go, Weinsteins:
The critics quotations are really obnoxious, but the music ("Carlos" from the yet-to-be-released soundtrack) and the editing is fabulous. The first time I saw the preview, I teared up.
( Waking up begins with saying 'am' and 'now.' )
Oy vey, this post. I love trailers with distinctive sound and pretty pictures though. SHARE SOME WITH ME. |
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