We took in a fair bit of cinema this weekend.
Juno was pretty great, apart from an annoyingly precious introduction that lasted nearly 20 minutes. The girl star reminded me of one of my old friends from high school, minus the whole accidental pregnancy bit. Michael Cera is the Lawrence Olivier of awkward. I could watch that kid all damn day.
At home, we checked out that there Jesus-lovin,’ holocaust denyin’ Mel Gibson‘s Apocalypto, which was surprisingly good. But I’m into Mayans, so I’m probably biased.
Also finally saw Cars, ’cause it was on cable. Cute.
The Golden Compass was a major disappointment. Not surprised. However, my musical tribute to His Dark Materials will surely rule you.
Last weekend, we managed to take in the Cohen Bros.’ No Country for Old Men. It was a lot darker than I expected, and very much a "film-as-novel." Adaptations are fine when handled this gracefully, but I still hope the Cohens will get back to producing original screenplays. There’s something about their oddball logic and blackly comedic worldview that you just can’t get anywhere else.
I’m looking forward to Friday, when Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story opens. The previews aren’t as straight-up funny as I expected, but the idea of John C. Reilly as a troubled music icon is impossible to resist. Check out this article about Dewey Cox’s lengthy career, written as though he were a real performer.
So yeah, movies. What else are you gonna do when the weather in DC is as gray as the sets from Breach?