Suddenly this blog is becoming very movie heavy, which wasn't my plan, but it may have something to do with the fact that I'm sick, have seen a heap of movies, and haven't been able to get out and do anything else of note (I'll talk about my play later).
Anywho, had to post on The Reader, since this morning's events have me all shaken up.
The Reader got a Best Pic nom this morning. I almost took my rating down to 2/5, because dammit, they're wrong. It's "ok", but in light of other films (um, WALL-E and, fine, even Dark Knight I guess) it shouldn't be on the list. Hollywood political gobblygook.
I loved Daldry's The Hours, but this movie is yawnerskates. Former Nazi has sex with Young Adult and makes him read to her. Ok, great. I love you Winslet, but I couldn't get past your unsightly armpit air in this movie (although maybe she deserves some cred for growing it).
See Revolutionary Road.
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