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We're back to normal summer standards: the air is so hot, thick and humid the sun isn't actually visible, and we're up to 37 degrees. My aunt is in Sicily visiting her parents, and every day she calls me telling me of wonderful clear skies, and a moon so big and bright the night turned into day. I'm so jealous!
Being forced inside during the weekend, much like a vampire during the day, made me tick a few movies off my Netflix list. So here's three reviews for all you lucky fellas!
First, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, a charming 2008 movie with Amy Adams being wonderful, Lee Pace looking hot and singing while looking hot, and a wonderful Frances McDormand, who I already fell in love with in Fargo, and it turns out she can play an incredibly convincing London governess too. Woman after my heart. The movie itself was lovely, with very interesting camera work and great acting performances. Definitely going to watch it again.
Then it was time for Clueless, a 1995 adaptation of Jane Austen's Emma. First, it's a bloody good adaptation. They managed to translate the spirit of the book perfectly, and I would have never thought a Jane Austen story could work outside of its original time and setting. Kudos. That being said, it's the most 90est movie to ever exist. It was so ninety I almost burst into flames from flashbacks. I can't believe I lived my teen years through all that. It sometimes almost looks like a parody of a 90 movie, as every single second has an outdated pop culture reference, a fashion horror, a pager, a cellphone with an antenna, young Turk from Scrubs, Vizzini, or that guy from First Wives' Club. It has to be seen to be believed. It's more ninety than Friends.
Plus it's to Jane Austen what The Forbidden Planet is to The Tempest.
Last but not least, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Anderson's latest movie. I absolutely loved Moonrise Kingdom, and thought it was his masterpiece, and then this gem came along and it was just so perfect I don't know what to believe anymore. It has that Wes Anderson style cranked up to eleven, so much so that it reminded me of Fantastic Mr Fox, but with people, and it's amazing. Ralph Fiennes is incredible, the dialogues are incredible, I loved it. And it plays with time through screen ratio, I loved that. Such a great movie.
Yesterday I bought my train ticket to Milan, as I'm attending the Euro AirDotCon later this month. It's the first Cabin Pressure convention ever, and John Finnemore will be there, and I'm so excited I have no words. Literally. I'll probably just stare at him and make a high-pitched sound until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
space_oddity_75 throws a bucket of water at me, I just know it. :D
And last and very much least, today I made a Twitter account. I'm not planning on writing anything there, I just wanted a nice, clean dashboard for the few persons I wanted to follow, like Joseph Fink or Edgar Wright. If any of you are on Twitter, drop me a link, so I can follow you too. ^^
Being forced inside during the weekend, much like a vampire during the day, made me tick a few movies off my Netflix list. So here's three reviews for all you lucky fellas!
First, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, a charming 2008 movie with Amy Adams being wonderful, Lee Pace looking hot and singing while looking hot, and a wonderful Frances McDormand, who I already fell in love with in Fargo, and it turns out she can play an incredibly convincing London governess too. Woman after my heart. The movie itself was lovely, with very interesting camera work and great acting performances. Definitely going to watch it again.
Then it was time for Clueless, a 1995 adaptation of Jane Austen's Emma. First, it's a bloody good adaptation. They managed to translate the spirit of the book perfectly, and I would have never thought a Jane Austen story could work outside of its original time and setting. Kudos. That being said, it's the most 90est movie to ever exist. It was so ninety I almost burst into flames from flashbacks. I can't believe I lived my teen years through all that. It sometimes almost looks like a parody of a 90 movie, as every single second has an outdated pop culture reference, a fashion horror, a pager, a cellphone with an antenna, young Turk from Scrubs, Vizzini, or that guy from First Wives' Club. It has to be seen to be believed. It's more ninety than Friends.
Plus it's to Jane Austen what The Forbidden Planet is to The Tempest.
Last but not least, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Anderson's latest movie. I absolutely loved Moonrise Kingdom, and thought it was his masterpiece, and then this gem came along and it was just so perfect I don't know what to believe anymore. It has that Wes Anderson style cranked up to eleven, so much so that it reminded me of Fantastic Mr Fox, but with people, and it's amazing. Ralph Fiennes is incredible, the dialogues are incredible, I loved it. And it plays with time through screen ratio, I loved that. Such a great movie.
Yesterday I bought my train ticket to Milan, as I'm attending the Euro AirDotCon later this month. It's the first Cabin Pressure convention ever, and John Finnemore will be there, and I'm so excited I have no words. Literally. I'll probably just stare at him and make a high-pitched sound until
space_oddity_75 throws a bucket of water at me, I just know it. :DAnd last and very much least, today I made a Twitter account. I'm not planning on writing anything there, I just wanted a nice, clean dashboard for the few persons I wanted to follow, like Joseph Fink or Edgar Wright. If any of you are on Twitter, drop me a link, so I can follow you too. ^^
