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Too much teaching prep and too many movies make Adrienne a crazy person.

V for Vendetta: It never gets old. Sadly, I had to defer watching it to the 6th.

State and Main: I can't believe I'd never bothered to watch this before, considering that I think Mamet is pretty brilliant. Sarah Jessica Parker always makes me roll my eyes, but the dialogue in this film is just perfect. Also, I don't have a track record of liking Philip Seymour Hoffman in films, but man, I loved him in this!

The Orphanage: My reaction to this is jammed somewhere between my reaction to Stir of Echoes and my reaction to The Prestige. This film is beautifully, eerily shot, but it hit all my bad buttons. I didn't sleep terribly well after seeing it.

Dead Poets' Society: I had seen this film previously in fits and fragments, so this evening's viewing was the first time I've seen it all in one piece. It's an inspiring, moving piece, but I wasn't quite torn to pieces the way some people I know have been. By now, I think I'm kind of numb to this kind of story. Or if not numb, I at least can keep myself under control.

Hot Fuzz special features: Those video-blogs are the cutest thing ever. And the deleted scenes? Precious. Very precious. There's some information in them I'll be glad to have at my disposal. Nicholas and Danny are my favorite thing in the world at the moment, and I can't see them walking out of my head any time soon.

ETA: ...oh good God. I just died of teh cute.

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I wasn't quite torn to pieces the way some people I know have been
I definitely was one of those people, because
* for some reason, I thought this was a comedy, so I was not expecting the suicide;
* movies of this kind usually tend to end on an up-beat note, so this dreary ending was really a surprise.
It all boils down to viewers' expectations, I guess.

Whereas I think I fully expected something bad, so it wasn't such a shock when it landed!

I can't see them walking out of my head any time soon.

Christmas has come early. -^____^-

...and my Yuletide assignment has conformed accordingly...

Emanuel and Colbert are so darn cute! ^__^

Emanuel's facial expressions are all interesting and often priceless. I think he'll be a real media darling for the next four years.

COLBERT! *o* I love that man so much. And I had to reread V For Vendetta on the fifth. (I've got to buy the movie! I watched it nine times when I rented it!) I was a kid the last time I watched DPS, and the only thing I remember about it was that it was very depressing. I think I have it on VHS somewhere... Did you like the Prestige? That's one of my favorite movies ever.

The Prestige is a masterfully constructed film, but it made me twitch. When I realized what was going on (with Tesla's contraption/the water tanks, not with the twins), I felt sick and wanted to dash out of the theater.

The HF video blogs are full of fun. I like the making of documentary as well, especially the part when they're talking about how tired they all became during the six-night shoot of the Battle for Sandford scene, and they have a brief shot of Simon Pegg just looking shattered and I want to go over and pat him and say, "It's okay. It's okay." over and over.

Edited because I really shouldn't be typing. So exhausted. I hope you're ready to be my moral support on Monday!

Edited at 2008-11-16 04:55 am (UTC)

I know the shot you're talking about, and getting to that point is downright miserable. As an undergrad, I spent my first two years as a voice performance (opera) major, and they had us in intensive acting and body movement along with the voice training and its related trappings. Anyway, we were doing at least one production of something or other per semester, whether straight-up acting or singing and acting, and dear God. You just feel like you want to die when it's almost one in the morning and you're still in rehearsal (which started at 6 PM). I can only imagine that making a film is, in some ways, worse, because if a take goes badly, you have to do it again and again and again. Or if the weather fucks you over, or...

(In short, the rough lifestyle is one of the reasons I switched out of performance and into English. I'm a high-stress personality to begin with, and I imagined myself in an early grave :-P)

I am :) What time (in your time-zone; let me do the math) will you be online? I have to be down on campus to meet a student for an emergency meeting at 3 PM my time, but I think I should get back here in time for it to still be reasonably early in the day for you. If I'm not mistaken, we're...well, I'm five hours ahead of Eastern Standard, and you're in Central, so that means I'm six hours ahead of you. Assuming I get home from campus by 4:30 PM my time, that'll be...I should appear sometime around 10:30 AM your time. Or at least that seems right. Time-calculations are the bane of communication in my online friendships.

Yeah, I worked in the movie business for a bit, so I remember that point from the crew perspective. At least talent got to return to decent trailers at wrap!

Yes, 10:30 is the time I will be online, or thereabouts. I'll keep an eye out for you!

Oh, God, that photo is priceless.

I haven't rewatched Dead Poets' Society in years, but I loved it when I was younger, mainly because I was one of the few people I knew who actually wanted to study English and I felt vaguely justified. ;) There are some parts of it that I think would feel a bit saccharine to me now, since I'm a cynical graduate student, but I do still like it as a film.

Yeah, some bits are kind of toothache-worthy - but I do think, in the end, that the message is a wonderful one for both students and educators.

Oh, I completely agree. I still feel as though I really want to inspire students to love books, and to love literature, and to somehow prove that it is valid and necessary and relevant and so forth, and all those things you get from having watched Dead Poets' Society at an impressionable age. I've only taught twice so far, but both times, I've gone in with that hope and that ambition.

I think I do it with hope, ambition, and a touch of jaded sarcasm ;)

The Orphanage is one of my favorites. Did you weep at the end, at all? I know I did.

Normally, it's exactly the kind of ending that would've made me cry, but that got forestalled when it managed to hit one of my major hang-ups first (bodies - I have a real problem with bodies, even if I know it's not real). I spent most of the last third of the film jammed into the corner of the couch, twitching.

oooh, I've been wanting to see the Orphanage :)

It's a good film, but it disturbed me a bit.

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