by syaffolee

Three Movies and Some Other Stuff

Hm. I read on someone’s LiveJournal that they used to admire me–specifically because of the Nanowrimo novels I wrote three or four years ago. And now they’re criticizing them/me/whatever. All I can do is shrug. Those were first drafts. Of course, they’re bad. If you expect me to write a timeless classic in a month: tough luck, I don’t work that way. Sure, if I were to write those ideas now, there’s a lot I would change not only because some of it was just plain wrong but that I’m not quite the same person I was three or four years ago. Anyway, I find the wording “used to admire” interesting. It makes me sound like a has-been when I never was.

On a rather random and belated note, I got the memory on my laptop upgraded for Christmas. The laptop ran perfectly fine before so I didn’t really see the point in doing it–but at least my Dad got a kick out of doing the installation so I suppose I’d humor the old man. He also lectured me on starting my own retirement fund to which I mostly muttered noncommittal sounds as he expounded on yearly payments and interest rates. He’s right–I should be thinking about those kinds of things–but geez, I’m still young. Or at least I like to think so. It’s really strange being both old and young, having a foothold still in childhood and another in geezerhood.

A couple days ago, I went to see some movies. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou was an odd comedy filled with big name stars. I certainly identified with Bill Murray’s character Steve Zissou whose quiet (and not so quiet) desperation claws at his life which is falling apart before his eyes. The film (as well as the film’s ending) is actually not very happy but I think that works in it’s favor despite the wonky secondary characters.

I haven’t read the books on which Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events was based on, but it didn’t keep me from enjoying the film. On the whole, it was amusing–but obviously more geered toward the kiddie crowd. There were only two things which I didn’t like about it: the film’s episodic nature (which is also the problem in the Harry Potter films) and Jim Carrey. Jim Carrey was too over-the-top (as he always is) and not creepy enough.

My sister and I took our Mom to see The Phantom of the Opera. We figured she might enjoy this one since there was going to be singing (I hate to say it, but she gets confused on complicated monologues in English) and costumes (she likes period films, whether it’s 17th century France or 5th century China or for that matter, Lord of the Rings). As other reviewers have pointed out, it’s a perfectly good film if you like musicals. Otherwise, you might want to avoid it. Also, my sister–the resident singing expert–didn’t like the Phantom’s voice. She said it was “off” (not off key) because it didn’t fit the song, it wasn’t “resonant” enough. I couldn’t tell, but then again, I was busy pondering the miscasting of the Phantom. He shouldn’t be that handsome (even with the prosthetics). I had always envisioned him as Quasimodo-ugly. Directors should be banned from catering to the randy female hordes (or randy male hordes for that matter) unless the script actually calls for it.