March 17th, 2008

Jason Isaacs

You can be mad in the morning, or the afternoon instead, but don't leave me...come back to bed...

It's not even noon and I have:
- Taken my History of Prints exam. It was eh. But not terrible. So
- Gone grocery shopping
- Burned a copy of the second disc of the Jason Isaacs BBC miniseries "The State Within" (so I can return it to Netflix)
- Watched Silk (also from Netflix)
- Completed an assignment for my film class tomorrow

And soon, I'll be hitting the post office to return said Netflixes.

Productive, n'est pas?


But to go back a bit: Silk. It was slow, deliberate, boring and overall, barely watchable. The only redeeming parts were the far-too-few bits with Keira Knightley (who sports an American accent). I'm guessing that choice was to match Michael Pitt, who is apparently unable to affect any accent but American, though I'm 98% sure their characters are supposed to be French...so eww.

Of course, I have ranted before about taking French characters and giving them British accents, but to make them American is just offensive. Perhaps it's presumptive, but I figure that Keira could probably pull off a French accent (I have no proof, but I feel most Brits can), and Alfred Molina, who is also in the film, can clearly speak in a French accent (as seen in Chocolat), so I can only assume it's Michael Pitt's fault. However, Keira manages a delightful, lyrical American tone, which is quite difficult, so I suppose I can forgive.


Alas, more work to be done, though I think I might just make this a relaxing day. Granted, I just came off Spring Break, but I didn't get to do a "sit in front of the TV and veg" day. And I have no strict due dates or exams for ANYTHING in the next two weeks, so there will be plenty of time to get real work done then.


Eh...I'm rambling and so I shall go.
James Marsden

Y'know, you inspired me, doing what you did, going off on your own like that.

Let me preface this post by saying that I've seen approximately 60 movies in the theater since August.


Today, for the first time in my LIFE, I was entirely by myself in a movie theater.

Now, Zoe and I have been the only two people in a theater before. And there was one time when the two women sharing the theater with me walked out halfway through, so I spent about 45 minutes alone.


But today...it was just me. From beginning to end.


Surreal. But kinda normal. I'm really used to being in mostly empty theaters.

Though I most certainly recommend taking in private screenings whenever you can.


On a similar note: I went to see Penelope, which I thought was amazingly cute and sweet and though there were some things I would have changed...I thought it worked well as it was. And who doesn't love some James McAvoy? I mean...come on now. Though Simon Woods (a.k.a. Mr. Bingley) as a bad guy made me a little sad.


And tomorrow? Atonement and Enchanted on DVD. I'll be purchasing both as soon as I can get to Best Buy (probably around noon, after my early class).
Vino veritas

Omaha, somewhere in middle America, get right to the heart of matters...

This may be the most pretentious thing I've written in a while:

"...particularly those that follow a character in his esoteric journey to self-awareness and -fulfillment."


Any guesses as to what I was discussing?

Give up?

Annie Hall.


Oh yeah. Feel the elitism. Drink it in. Bathe in it.


(By the way, pretentious or no, it's really not a good sentence and the structure is crap, but the assignment isn't really graded anyhow, so I figured I'd throw a few 10¢ words in...for fun.)