So, it’s been a while since I posted, but I have an excuse. Lots of work suddenly cropped up, and I had to do it.
I know, I know. Cool story, right?
Anyway, we’ve been filling what little spare time we have with running round the garden making enthusiastic noises at the chickens (they ignore us, they still go mad for raisins) and watching our LoveFilm movies. Have to use up our monthly allowance, or it’s not worth having!
I know it’s had good reviews and people have been recommending it to me, but I wasn’t bowled over by Moon. Sam Rockwell, who I normally love irrespective of what he’s doing (Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is great, and you should go watch it), didn’t look particularly comfortable in his role. It felt more like someone repeating lines by rote than actually acting and the fairly slim running time (about 90 mins) felt more like a solid two-and-a-bit hour slog.
Wow. Linking that paragraph up, I’ve just seen the IMDB changes. When did that happen? It looks like the iPhone app version of IMDB now…is that a good thing? I can’t tell. Being human, I instinctively loathe change and want to kick off about how great the old IMDB template was, but the more sensible portion of me says I should give it a chance. It’[s not like I use it for anything other than cross-referencing actors whenever Lisa asks me, “oh, what else has that guy been in?” and I can’t answer her.
We also watched The Lake House, which I have actually seen before and yet still managed to sit through a second time. It’s not a desperately bad movie by any stretch of the imagination. If you turn off your brain it’s a reasonably produced movie, albeit a touch unsatisfying – the dramatic punches are heavily telegraphed and rather weak compared to things like The Notebook, a movie Lisa refuses to watch because she knows it will make her cry.
Finally, we saw Stranger than Fiction, which I was so sure I had posted about that I had to search the blog twice to make sure I hadn’t already. Have I posted about it somewhere else? I just don’t know. I can’t find it, so I apparently haven’t…and yet it feels like I’ve written everything I’m about to write already.
Anyway. It’s a Will Ferrell movie, in which Ferrell is the surprisingly restrained straight man, a dopy, plodding-through-life numbers geek who doesn’t see anything beyond the next day’s work at the office. Obviously he can’t go on this way, and fate takes a hand by linking his life with the ongoing work of a famous author, played by Emma Thompson. Unfortunately, she writes tragedies, and Ferrell is apparently doomed to an imminent death by an implacable narrator who he can suddenly hear.
Will Ferrell isn’t a great actor. He’s good, with the odd moments that verge on great within a fairly limited range, and it’s a wise decision on the part of the writer and the director to keep him well away from Thompson, who seems hell-bent on acting the living shit out of what screen time she gets. As disparate as their talents are, it works on the screen, with Ferrell’s deadpan demeanour slowly cracking as he embraces a life he did know know existed. Thompson’s journey is a little less direct, but she’s more than capable of ping-ponging believably between highs and lows, between mania and depression – and the director is wise enough to treat them with a light touch. One pivotal point for her character occurs off-screen, and the scene begins with a stoically bemused Queen Latifah picking her way through the debris of the tantrum it has precipitated.
I could go on about it for ages. It really is good, and worth renting along with …Dangerous Mind.
Right. That’s enough waffling for today. I’ll post tomorrow or Saturday about the Great North Run.