everywhere i have been this week people keep telling me "merry Christmas!" - not "happy holidays" or some other watered down version of winter greeting. i really like that.
smockmomma: December 2006 Archives
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the
ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something
is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait
for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all
the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men . Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to
women to stomp the sh*t out of them until they turn into something
acceptable to have dinner with.
[just had to do it; thanks for understanding ~smock]
smockdaddy and i went to see stranger than fiction. i thought this was a really interesting flick and i look forward to seeing it again on dvd because i'm sure i missed some of the more subtle references. in a nutshell, this movie is about a character in a book who isn't really a fictional character at all -- he is real and his life is being dictated by an author who plans to kill him in the last chapter. fabulous premise, no?
the bad news about this whole movie is that the entire plot with emma thompson (playing karen effiel, an author who writes novels about isolation and who bumps off all her main characters) and queen latifah (whose casting and character were the strangest things about this entire flick) are bo-ring and, frankly, annoying. i just wanted their characters to go away already. problem is, their storyline is the foundation upon which the movie is based. so, the question on my mind was not how will they get rid of harold? but rather how can we get rid of them?
on the other hand, will farrell (as harold crick, a sweet, unassuming and painfully dull IRS agent who is a real person whose life is being written by karen eiffel) is practically flawless in this role. and, the scenes between dustin hoffman (who plays a very dry but witty professor of literature trying to help harold decide if his life is a tragedy or a comedy) and will farrell contain some of the best comedic timing and one-liners i've seen lately and i wish there had been a lot more screentime of the two of these men waxing philosophical.
the little love story is ... if pressed for a word ... cute. it could have been better had there been more of it, but as it played it seemed a little saccharine. we basically had three movies going on, two of which had terrific potential.
living, dying, literature. a great big metaphysical question mark. this movie had enormous potential, but i think it catered to an undereducated audience. still, i suspect it'll be one of those movies that i enjoy more, the more i see it. i think it's worth the price of matinee admission. but what do i know? smockdaddy snored through almost the whole thing.
smockdaddy and i took gabby to see happy feet. it's an animated musical. cute for kids, as long as you leave before the last ten minutes of the show which turn into a pretty disturbing, heavy polemic about environmental shmeck. i just have one question: why can't we eat the penguin's fish, if the penguins can eat the sea lion's fish?
