alwaysamy: (fnl happy)
So on Facebook everyone's been doing these Top Five lists -- Five TV Shows You've Seen  Every Episode Of, Five Movies From Your Childhood, etc.

Here's mine. Five totally guilty pleasure movies I can't not watch if they're on (and sometimes seek out ON PURPOSE).

Coal Miner's Daughter: Okay, it's an Oscar winner, yes, but I'm not even a Loretta Lynn fan! Yet I have seen this movie more times than I can count, I can sing along with the soundtrack in my sleep, and I long ago got over the horror of Mooney marrying a thirteen-year-old girl. (Okay, maybe not completely.) Loretta is so plucky! Or something. 

Malice: Bill Pullman being adorable and clueless! Nicole Kidman being baaaaad! Alec Baldwin, pre-paunch, being sexy and arrogant and strangely almost ethical, if you squint right! House porn! I am a total sucker for this movie.

Con Air: There are no words. John Cusack being awesome. Nicholas Cage's horrible southern accent and convict hair. John Malcovich being a mastermind criminal with a silly nickname. Steve Buscemi being creepy with a random little girl. Lots of things exploding. I love it without reservation. I know, I know, don't judge me.

The Blue Lagoon: Okay, now you can judge me. But it's a leftover from my childhood! It was ... like the Twilight of my preteen years, but with actual (offscreen) we're-so-innocentcakes sex! And it's gorgeous -- that island, the water, the nubile young people, the soundtrack! Sigh.

Sleeping with the Enemy: I don't even know why I watch this one. Julia Roberts makes a fugly boy, for one thing. I think it's the house porn, both the Cape Cod house and the small-town Victorian (which I COVET). And I'm ashamed to say the scene in the theater's costume room makes me swoony with romance.

Okay, now share. What are yours? 
alwaysamy: (rocky horror)
The current movie meme! Seen everywhere.

Below the cut is Entertainment Weekly's list of the top movies of the last 25 years. Go through the list and BOLD the ones you have seen and UNDERLINE the ones you own on video or DVD.


That's 79 seen. I feel like a movie slut.

I still can't believe I've never seen Out of Africa.

Cheesefest

Oct. 6th, 2007 04:42 pm
alwaysamy: (dean seriously)
For all the good TV out there right now (and I'm thinking Friday Night Lights, which blew me away last night, despite some possibly over-the-top-ness), I am incredibly susceptible to cheese.

What's cheese, you say? Well, there's cheddar and mozzarella and Monterey Jack and Camembert and brie and fontina and parmesan and gorgonzola, and come on, people, all behold the power of, and all that. Seriously.

But I mean, Cheese TV. Such as (prepare yourself) The Blue Lagoon. Which, okay, was a movie first, but I'm counting as TV anything I can flick around the channels and find on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

Which I did, today. Just in time to see those innocent kids discover the joy of kissing, and wind up pregnant in record time. I must have seen this movie a hundred times when I was too young to know better, but did it stop me from watching it today? Nope. Oh my god, it's bad. And so SO good.

I've moved on to the big dance finale of Center Stage, which counts as cheese if only because of Peter Gallagher playing a bitchy choreographer. Dance movies! So often cheese, and so delicious.

I'll need to tune in to something on PBS later, won't I?
alwaysamy: (on the road)
I *just* watched Brokeback Mountain for the first time last night. Yeah, yeah, I know, a bit behind the curve. But man, am I glad I finally saw it.

First, BEAUTIFUL. The photography, the lighting, the tone. (And yeah, the geography certainly helped, but still.) Second, BEAUTIFUL. The performances were fantastic, with the possible exception of Anne Hathaway (whom wasn't given much to work with) and Jake Gyllenhaal's sideburns and mustache, which were obviously campaigning for a nomination themselves. Heath Ledger deserved every nomination he received -- his peformance was gorgeously restrained, but very intense. Lovely, lovely work.

And the story! Christ, I sobbed through the last twenty-five minutes. You all know at what, I'm sure, and even though I had absorbed some of the movie's key moments through cultural osmosis, it didn't dim their impact at all. Those shirts. God.

What was interesting, too, was that it made me a bit homesick. Homesick for a place I loved and hated, where I lived for only one year, but homesick nonetheless.

Stephen and I spent April of 1996 to April of 1997 in Powell, Wyoming, about two hours north of Riverton, where much of Brokeback takes place. Same enormous sky, same slightly barren landscape (in Riverton, that is, not on the mountain), same faded melancholy to aging buildings and streets, same circumspect realism to the people.

We didn't like it much when we were there. We were two kids from Jersey in a town of 2,500 people, two hours south of the closest mall and completely ignorant of hunting, ice fishing, and ranching, a bit unnerved by the empty stretches of land surrounding town on all sides. But there was a definite peace to life out there, and a lot of beauty -- hello, Yellowstone, and the ranches out on the South Fork past Cody.

Ben was born there, our "cowboy" baby. One day, we'd very much like to go back and show him where we lived, and visit Yellowstone again (when I'm not pregnant and therefore slow and cranky).

Also? If you haven't seen Brokeback Mountain and you can stand a romance without a happy ending, see it NOW.
alwaysamy: (sylvia)
Just one day, all to myself. With no work to do, and no husband or children about. Definitely no in-laws.

A rainy day would be nice. I could sleep a little late, make myself a good breakfast (french toast, probably, and a big pot of tea), and curl up in the comfortable chair with a book, the wedding ring quilt, and a couple of old movies. Dark Victory or Now, Voyager, and Rebecca. Maybe a chaser of Jane Eyre with Joan Fontaine and Orson Welles. Or The Haunting.

There would be plenty of snacks -- popcorn, or tortilla chips with salsa/cheese dip, and fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. There would cigarettes and an ashtray right next to the chair. There would be a little nap somewhere (or maybe a big one), and a solitary dinner while watching the last movie. Maybe those weird sauteed sea legs enchiladas with Newburg sauce that I love. And a big piece of bakery cake.

Someone (no idea who, but someone silent and efficient and unseen except when necessary) would bring the food, refresh the tea, serve up a cold diet Pepsi. I wouldn't move -- I wouldn't have to.

Which elf do I call about this?
alwaysamy: (que)
Got our first DVD on Saturday (and didn't watch it till last night, but hey). Packaged it up and stuck it in the mailbox for the mailman to take when he comes by today. I could get used to this.

Our first selection was Nanny McPhee, which was an absolute delight. The set design and costuming alone were gorgeous, and then, of course, there's Colin Firth. So sweetly endearing here.

The kids were fabulous, it was quickly paced, and Emma Thompson was perfect as Nanny. The ending was over-the-top romantic in the very best way, and although I predicted it about twenty minutes in, I didn't care a bit. So good! I must own this.

I think we're getting Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit next. Either that or S2 Deadwood.
alwaysamy: (Default)
Perfect for a hot, muggy summer afternoon, although an Iron Maiden would have been only slightly more painful than the seats in the theater. Hello? Upgrade, people. They didn't even have cupholders. ::is aghast::

I found it a little surreal that I didn't have to explain anything about the mythology of Davy Jones to my nine-year-old...since he thinks he knows all about him thanks to SpongeBob. Okay.

Spoilers within, so read at your own risk.

I wasn't expecting a masterpiece of modern cinema... )

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