December 11, 2005
Is it weird that I chose a war movie to watch while wrapping presents?
I actually spent most of the weekend away from my computer, and in the living room plopped down in front of the TV. I setup an assembly line for stuffing letters (Odyssey stuff) on Saturday while catching up on movies On Demand. So over the course of a few hours I saw Brazil (which was wacky and odd, even for Terry Gilliam), The Day After Tomorrow (there’s two hours I’ll never get back), Flight of the Phoenix (which should be shot into the sun), I heart Huckabees (Yeesh) and Muriels Wedding (chose that for all the wrong reasons.)
Brazil was damn nifty, but its one of those movies you’ll either love or hate, as with most Gilliam flicks. I liked this one, the style was just great, if the story a little loose and confusing.
Muriel’s Wedding I chose just cause Rachel Griffiths (from Six Feet Under) is in it, which is a bad reason to choose a movie. It’s a complete sleeper, even with the accents. If I had known about the ABBA ahead of time I would have steered clear.
I heart Huckabees was just plain odd. Talented cast, its just one of those movies that tries to out think itself. I’m sure some bit of existential ennui would appeal to some people, but an entire movie about “why am i here?” Who cares? Deal with it, and move on.
Flight of the Phoenix was okay. It was kind of an incomplete story, however, as there wasn’t any buildup to the flight, and zero denouement. Unless you count pictures. On top of that, the plane they build wouldn’t have flow the way it was, the extra windscreens on the wing would have completely killed any chance the wings had for creating lift. On the plus side, it’s nice to see Miranda Otto as something other than a Rider of Rohan. And who’s really seen Kevork Malikyan since Last Crusade?
Ah, the worst for last (for this section anyway): The Day After Tomorrow. While the base scientific stuff was pretty on target (the eventual result of global warming will be an ice age) there’s no way that change will happen in a week. Climatological changes happen on a long, long scale, not overnight. At any rate, I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie and said ‘bullshit’ so many times. And what’s with Roland Emmerich destroying cities in every movie? The last time it was aliens. Now it’s nature. Same two cities to start out with, as well. New York and LA. He must not like either place much. Plus they had to find some sort of happy ending, because there are no more depressing movies (remember how they ended that POS Pearl Harbor?) so they had the storm break up over the US, so that only the Northern Hemisphere was hosed. That’s the happiest ending possible? Yikes. Maybe they could have had the aliens come back to rewarm things a bit.
On top of all that, the effects were kind of lackluster. The locations looked fake and computerized. Hell, they couldn’t even use real wolves. Speaking of which, WTF? You have the impending annihilation of this group of survivors in NYC, and Mother Nature decides to send in a couple of hungry predators to seal the deal? It just seemed over the top.
At least the letters got done. Now just to mail out all 400 or so. To reward myself, it was a Thin Crust Hawaiian from Domino’s.
Today I was in the same spot wrapping most of the presents I have for Christmas. Since things I wanted to watch were getting scarce, I ended up watching Tora! Tora! Tora! for the first time, and it was probably the best flick I saw all weekend. It basically tells the story of Pearl Harbor from both sides. It’s basically two movies spliced into one - an American one showing the pre-attack defense strategy and the communications breakdown ahead of the attack, and a Japanese one (subtitled) that shows the planning process and the reasons they attacked. Really a neat flick, and decent battle sequences (except for the model ship explosions) for its time.
At this point all the wrappable stuff is wrapped. There’s a few bigger things that wouldn’t be wrapable that I’ll just pull out near the end for surprise effect, like the *CENSORED* for Sydney, and the *CENSORED* for my mom. I just one or two more things to pick up, and something to assemble, and I think I’ll be done. It’ll be strange to be done this far ahead of Christmas. Of course, you’d have to be me, or at least male, to think that there’s still a lot of time left.
