I saw Perepolis tonight, and am blown away by how moving and sad and beautiful it was. So very glad it came to my podunk town, even if I was one of only three people that saw it.
I do question the Memphis paper's "Bring the kids!" advertising from a couple weeks ago, though. While I think it would be insightful for older teenagers to watch, this film could scar little kids like nothing since When the Wind Blows.
Saw
Death at a Funeral,
not my cup of tea. Maybe it's a difference in taste of humor (i.e. I despise Seinfeld, which this rather reminded me of). I enjoyed Peter Dinklage, especially the expressions on his face as he was trying to get Matthew Macfadyen to catch a clue, and Alan Tudyk was humorous in a "hey, notice me!" highschool sort of way.
Or maybe I was in a rotten mood and not receptive to the type of humor presented. It was too cruel with too much straight-acting (Okay, I'll admit that I wanted to see MM cutting loose) and too many jerks for my liking. I don't want to say "possibly too British", because I honestly don't know what that means.
I of course still intend to listen to the commentaries, because I am just that sad.
Watched
Enchanted
on the plane, which was rather more wonderful than I expected from the previews.
Prior to that, watched Grey Knight/Lost Brigade/Killing Box. I think the field for a good Civil War era horror flick is still wide open.
I was surprisingly meh over
Mrs Henderson Presents.
Maybe I just wasn't in the right mood for it because ordinarily saucy nudes are right up my street.
An excellent review of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day.
Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is lightweight and airy, a breeze through the stale theater air of early March. The period setting, big band sound, and impeccable costumes lend it an air of apparent sophistication...At this time of the year, it's tough to find a more diverting way to spend 90 minutes in a multiplex.
Of course, in my crack-addled brain, I expect it to be a movie about Peter's mother and her adventures before her son turned Death Eater.
Miss
Pettigrew, dear.
Possibly Peter's maiden auntie?
This is a really interesting dialogue for anyone who is interested in Errol Morris and Werner Herzog [link]
-- I had heard there was some tension there but maybe this marks their rapprochement?
An excellent review of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day.
Oh, awesome. I've been looking forward that movie since I first watched the trailer good 2-3 months ago. I could *so* do with a frothy good-natured screwball comedy just about now. Plus, the cast is to die for. Amy Adams! Frances McDormand! Ciaran Hind! LEE PACE ZOMG!
It's opening in "limited engagement" this weekend, and God knows what that'd mean in my neck of the woods.