Interesting.
I watched three movies today.
Where the Wild Things Are...I haven't read the book since I was like 3, but I'm fairly sure they took some liberties. It was ok I guess, although I couldn't shake the feeling that I was looking at a bunch of etsy listing photos in movie format. I'm not sure why.
Homegrown...not quite the average stoner comedy (can it be, with John Lithgow? How weird is it to hear John Lithgow talk about pot?) Parts were very funny and entertaining. Other parts contained fairly big plotholes and things that plain didn't make a lot of sense. I'm not sure I buy Jon Bon Jovi as a drug dealer, either. It kind of unexpectedly went dark...although not as dark as a film like
Burn After Reading...and then brightened up again. I don't know. Kind of meh.
After.Life was all kinds of stupid. And I mean ALL kinds. You had Christina Ricci with her big lollipop head and Justin Long running the gamut of emotions, from blank-faced grief to blank-faced grief. The movie was chock-full of those loud orchestral jump scares, but it was not at all scary. People have compared it to
Our Town but it's more
Sixth Sense meets
Misery, without the better merits of either. And I got so fucking tired of the constant swirls of red down a white drain.
:ART :ART :ART :ART :ART
Anyhow, if you want to see a whole lot of Christina Ricci's boobies, have I found a film for you.
