Bad guys actually make use of a minstrel.
Only George Miller
At times the road melée put self in mind of Cirque du Soleil. Especially the pole riders.
Again, only George Miller
Five ethereal damsels who seem to have walked straight out of the pages of Vogue sit in an oil rig.
Once again, only George Miller.
People spray their mouths with . . . something. Shiny. Seems to make them bat-shit crazy. Self means, crazier than they already are.
GM, again genius.
There IS, in this movie, mention of the following: Valhalla, breeders, bags of sun, dying “historic” and half-life.
Charlize Theron at the end seems to have lost an eye. Thankfully, the eyelid is closed.
Woman gets shot in the leg. Charlize: “How does it feel?” Shot woman: “It hurts.” Charlize: “Out here, everything hurts.”
Casting Sweet Nicholas Hoult as nihilistic “War Boy” Nux. All hail, casting director.
There is a race of white people. Self doesn’t mean Caucasian white. She means Sankai Juko/ buto white. The albino look somehow giving viewers the FEELZ for this awful future dystopia.
The smearing of black across the cheekbones somehow translates to: I’m coming for you, a**holes. And I will CRUSH you. Exhibit A: Charlize
Because out there in the wasteland, symbolic gestures are everything.
Tom Hardy finally gets to give his growl maximum (and welcome) exposure.
Self can’t even.
Lord, self never wanted to like Mad Max: Fury Road.
She saw the trailers and was — OMG, this movie’s been taken over by Charlize!
Not that self has anything against Charlize.
But seriously — there’s a reason this movie is called Mad Max. And that’s because it has to be about Mad Max. Later, Charlize can be in her own movie, and they can call it Imperator Furiosa.
Today, in Banff, took a class on book-making. Not writing — scrapbooking! (So nice to have non-verbal expression, for once! Also, the store was absolutely delightful, and so was the owner.) Wait a minute, self was about to write something about Mad Max. (Er, would you believe self has only seen a handful of movies this year? And it’s nearly half over! Must correct that situation pronto!)
Anyhoo, Tom Hardy. In that facial gear, self kept slipping up and thinking she was looking at Gerard Butler.
Not, however, when he finally succeeded in prying off the unholy device. And —
Ladies and Gentlemen, a new generation has arrived. His FACE, dear blog readers. THAT FACE.
Tom Hardy, you are so beautiful. After that, self never looked away from the screen once, not even while she was madly scribbling lines of dialogue into her take-everywhere notebook. She can barely decipher her scrawl now.
Self must also mention this other presence: Nicholas Hoult. He plays a “War Boy” named Nux.
Okay, while not beautiful like Tom Hardy, he is moving. Self has seen him play a zombie, play a 12-year-old, play Jack in the Giant Beanstalk movie, and she always always finds him terribly easy to empathize with.
In fact, self would have to say the BEST lines of dialogue in this movie (What? There was dialogue? Hold on . . . Indeed there was! Not of the Shakesperean variety, mind you! But close, lol!)
For instance, somewhere in the middle of the movie:
Nux: There’s high ground just beyond that thing.
Furiosa: What thing.
One of the Brides: He means the tree.
OMG, do you see what self means about the dialogue? It is economical, it is brisk, and it does the job!
Next line of memorable dialogue: Wives (aka Breeders) having a squabble. One wants to give up and return to her oh-so-unholy breeding activities. The other wives chase after her and tell her:
You. Are. Not. Thing.
Loved it, loved it, loved it.
Do dear blog readers know that self has a science fiction story set in a dystopian (apologies, but she has to use that word) future? And it is called Thing? It was published in the New Orleans Review, 2012.
Yes, you brides who are all played to great blank affect by possible real-life models: YOU ARE NOT THING.
Three cheers for George Miller for using such a great line in his movie.
And now to Nick Hoult’s lines:
I live again.
There was just something so nihilistic, so even Nietzsche about that line. About the movie, in fact. Captured the despair of the characters perfectly.
So, when the credits finally rolled, self waited to see those words:
DIRECTED BY GEORGE MILLER.
Well done, sir. If she were in a movie theatre alone, she would have clapped.
SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
Jessamine! You and your damn parasol! What equipment for a Shadowhunter! Almost as much fun as Colin Firth’s crazy church scene in Kingsman where he demolishes an entire church of Klu Klux Klan worshippers with his brolly! (BTW, self watched “Kingsman” in Fort Bragg and almost everyone in the audience was cheering at the end of that scene!)
Jessamine . . . laid about her with her parasol. The whirling edge of it sliced through the legs of two of the creatures, sending them toppling forward to flop on the ground like landed fish.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Self is re-reading an article that appeared in the September 2014 issue of Sunset Magazine, an article about “The Lost Coast” — “the remote 200-plus-mile stretch (80 miles of which is called the Lost Coast) between the Oregon border and the logging town of Fort Bragg.”
The Lost Coast is where you encounter (culling from the article):
- rain-soaked forest
- mysterious little towns
- rogue marijuana farms
- campgrounds “hidden in the dense forest and brush”
- rocky headlands
- long sandbars
- Sitka spruces
- good local Sangiovese
- local Humboldt Fog cheese
- Redwood National Park
Well, there is still time for self to cross off a few of the things on that list, starting with good, local Sangiovese.
Two days ago, she had to borrow 30 cents from a teen-ager working the concession stand at the Fort Bragg Coast Cinema. Yes, she has sunk so low.
She drove there to see “Focus” starring her Number 1 Male Chest of all time, Will Smith (Margot Robbie is in it, and also has a chest, for those of you who play on the other team). And when she got there, she found out she had just enough for the movie ticket, and $2. And she had left her credit card in her apartment.
And to think she had been anticipating stuffing her face with buttery popcorn, since any Will Smith movie these days is cause for celebration, but the smallest popcorn cost $4.50, and the girl said why not have a candy bar instead? Self could have a giant Kit Kat bar or Maltesers or M&Ms for $2.50.
So self emptied out the entire contents of her coin purse, right there on the counter. And she was only able to come up with 20 cents, even counting pennies. So she was still short 30 cents. And bless that young girl, for she said: “Oh, just choose a candy bar. Never mind the 30 cents.”
Self, You are despicable.
“Are you sure?” Self practically squealed. “I’ll come back tomorrow and pay you back! What’s your name? What time are you working?”
The girl just laughed and waved self off.
Damn! Self is going to go back there right now, newly armed with cash.
AND she’s going to post a glowing review of Coast Cinema, Fort Bragg, on Yelp.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
The movie is a tad long, but otherwise great fun.
The guy who plays the lead looks like a cross between Matt Damon and Ryan Philippe. He also doesn’t seem very tall (Self, that’s rich! If J-Hutch hasn’t taught you yet: “Short” does not preclude being attractive!) He has a great affect, especially after he exchanges his gangsta uniform for a dapper suit and glasses.
Self loved the whole London Punk meets Savile Row vibe.
There are some angles where Colin Firth looks impossibly hot.
Self liked the blonde who plays the Read the rest of this entry »
Just saw American Sniper.
You know what? Just go ahead and nominate everybody: Bradley, Clint, even Sienna. Particularly Sienna. Honest, self did not recognize her at all. In the movie she’s thin and colt-ish and might even be a stand-in for Michelle Monaghan. It’s the best self has ever seen her.
Oh Clint. She hates your movies generally. They’ve been mostly “message” movies, in the past decade. This one was good, though. She’s so glad the movie included the manner of Kyle’s eventual demise. Mother of all ironies.
Self’s favorite line in the movie was uttered by a bit actor (The same tall dude who’s a colleague of Simon Baker in The Mentalist, the one who’s having a relationship with the sexy redhead. For the life of her, self can’t remember his name). Here’s the line (There is profanity — ha!)
Right side. Damn. Legend. FUCK.
That’s because Kyle just took out an enemy sniper and gave away the SEAL’s position, and the back-up units are still 20 minutes away. Can you imagine if the commander had instead said something like:
You gave away our position, meathead!
You’re going to be court-martialed for this! I don’t care if you’re a so-called ‘legend’.
You went against a direct order! You think you have all the answers?
And who is that guy who plays a buddy of Kyle’s in the SEAL unit? With his helmet on, he’s a dead ringer for a young Peter Sarsgaard. With his helmet off, not so much. But self loved his insouciant affect.
And Bradley. What can self say? He deserved that Oscar nomination, man! Self was skeptical when it was first announced he’d be playing the lead role, but — that focus! That intensity! That reluctance to “emote”!
She doesn’t have a TV in Mendocino. Alas, she wishes she could camp out in someone’s living room for the night.
BTW, self caught the preview for Mad Max: Fury Road. Hardy, Theron, Hoult. Oh, self can hardly wait.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
The storm hit in the wee hours. Self knows because she’s been up since 4 a.m. The wind was howling.
Then there were these periodic siren blasts.
What does that mean?
At about 4 p.m., self began having major claustrophobia FEELZ. She felt that if she did not get out of the apartment for some fresh air, she would Read the rest of this entry »
Boy oh boy what a disappointment.
She had been so looking forward to seeing it, most of last year.
She ordered it from Netflix streaming yesterday.
And sure, Chris Evans was in it, but it didn’t have to be Chris Evans, it could just have been any guy with a beard, because he was totally camouflaged under crummy grey outfits, for the entire movie.
And the lighting was very dark, which often made it hard for self to distinguish who was who.
Self did get a big kick out of Tilda Swinton as Mason, though. Talk about a unique career trajectory: She broke self’s heart in We Need to Talk About Kevin, she was a great and fearsome angel in Constantine (directed by FLAW — Francis “Hunger Games/Catching Fire” Lawrence). She has just been a consistently interesting actress. Who would have thought? She’s very odd-looking.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
For self to like a review enough for her to post bits of it on her blog, it’s got to be funny.
So, you all know about “The Interview,” right? The movie that ended up starting a Mexican stand-off between North Korea and the United States? The movie that had self making statements like: It is a God-given right that Americans watch what they want, when they want, and especially on holidays like Christmas, when all the shopping malls are shut!
Then “The Interview” came out, just as Chris Rock said (to Jon Stewart on The Daily Show) that it would, and judging from the remarks floating around the lobby of the Redwood City Century 20 on Christmas Day, the general consensus seemed to be: This is a stupid movie. Why the North Koreans ever felt it was so threatening — IDK (with shoulder-shrug emoji)
Finally, self lands on rogerebert.com (which she’s avoiding since coming to Mendocino because there are no movie theaters in the vicinity, and she’s too lazy to drive all the way to Fort Bragg, and anyway even if she did make it to Fort Bragg, they’re not showing it), and reads a wickedly entertaining review from Steven Boone. It’s so entertaining, self wonders why she never heard of Steven Boone before. So here goes (Note: The worst barbs are reserved for James Franco)
- “The Interview” is nothing new, but it looks great.
- You expect Kanye West and some X-Men to show up. It’s the visual approach filmmakers like Edgar Wright and various cohorts of this film’s star, Seth Rogen . . . spent the past decade indulging, to give their flouncy bromantic comedies the sizzle and swagger of a good romantic adventure.
- Rogen’s co-lead, James Franco, takes a break from winking roughly one-third of the time . . . Early in the film, and for much of it, he is simply trying too hard. Imagine James Dean aiming for Will Ferrell speed and pitch. In Franco’s relentless hyperactivity I sense immense fear, of not supplying enough energy to this gargantuan film, of not giving Rogen enough to volley back.
There are several raunchy quotes from the movie, of which this one is the most tame:
“Welcome to the jungle, baby, welcome to the jungle. Na na na knees.”
Too, too hilarious!