Went and saw Elizabethtown yesterday. It's not often I go into a theatre with the lowest of expectations, but yesterday was one of them. Well, it was either that or Flightplan or Doom - was so not in the mood for a 'worthy' movie such as Constant Gardener. Of course, it didn't help when the previews were mainly rom coms - a romantic movie with Kirsten Dunst in it with ads from a Reese Witherspoon ghost meets cute guy movie, hmm, my expectations went lower, if that is at all possible LOL.
Wasn't sure what to expect with the movie either, some reviewers said it was as good as Jerry Maguire, some others said it was as formulaic as Sweet Home Alabama, so wasn't quite sure. I think Elizabethtown could be described best as when it was good it was very very good, when it was bad it was schmaltzy.
Not sure what I thought of the voiceovers; and the music, yeah we get you child of the seventies LOL, you don't have to get obscure Elton John songs out every two minutes; Orlando Bloom still can't carry a movie by himself it seems; and the movie went on too long after the 'natural' ending, including a journey through Americana that was either too obvious - the hotel where Martin Luther King died - or too obscure - everything else lol - for an international audience.
Not that it set the box office alight in the States either.
On the positive side, it tagged the depression and the falling in love and the confusion over what to do with a partnered up friend really well.
When Orlando was organising a suicide attempt, I understood it - COMPLETELY. Trying to figure out the most efficient way to do the most harm, feeling distracted by real life when it tried to impinge on you, even the feeling of getting back to attempting harm just after this little foray into the real world. Trying to hide what is really going on from everybody else.
The excitement of having someone to talk to, that you can connect with on so many levels - although they did take it a bit too far I think in the movie. The nervous excitement in your stomach, waiting to see what will happen next. The shock that the person you dig digs you too.
Kirsten Dunst, Susan Sarandon. Need I say more?
Can't wait for Elizabethtown 2 though, when Kirsten's character is shown to be psychotic LOL. The evidence for - hitting on random guys at work, giving your phone number out about fifteen times on the one piece of paper, bumping into each other on a daily basis, ditching your Hawaii plans to stalk your potential boyfriend in rural Kentucky. The ace in the hand for the prosecution of course being the 42 hours worth of travel notes and music she organises for this guy in a week. Elizabethtown 2 - Oh yes, there will be blood LOL.
Also did some window shopping at the mall yesterday - bought caramel popcorn from Kernel for Mum, and the usual Sunday paper thing for the parents. Got some white tee shirts from Lowes, the first time I have ever been in there by myself - of course, need a white tee for under my Friday costume. And picked up some socks as well.
Bought a crime fiction book from Dymocks, because, after the Economist gets read for the week, it is a sad lonely time with not much to do on the train rides to and from work. Was bouncing off the walls of the train carriage towards the end of last week, very boring counting the stations.
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Pauly
Wasn't sure what to expect with the movie either, some reviewers said it was as good as Jerry Maguire, some others said it was as formulaic as Sweet Home Alabama, so wasn't quite sure. I think Elizabethtown could be described best as when it was good it was very very good, when it was bad it was schmaltzy.
Not sure what I thought of the voiceovers; and the music, yeah we get you child of the seventies LOL, you don't have to get obscure Elton John songs out every two minutes; Orlando Bloom still can't carry a movie by himself it seems; and the movie went on too long after the 'natural' ending, including a journey through Americana that was either too obvious - the hotel where Martin Luther King died - or too obscure - everything else lol - for an international audience.
Not that it set the box office alight in the States either.
On the positive side, it tagged the depression and the falling in love and the confusion over what to do with a partnered up friend really well.
When Orlando was organising a suicide attempt, I understood it - COMPLETELY. Trying to figure out the most efficient way to do the most harm, feeling distracted by real life when it tried to impinge on you, even the feeling of getting back to attempting harm just after this little foray into the real world. Trying to hide what is really going on from everybody else.
The excitement of having someone to talk to, that you can connect with on so many levels - although they did take it a bit too far I think in the movie. The nervous excitement in your stomach, waiting to see what will happen next. The shock that the person you dig digs you too.
Kirsten Dunst, Susan Sarandon. Need I say more?
Can't wait for Elizabethtown 2 though, when Kirsten's character is shown to be psychotic LOL. The evidence for - hitting on random guys at work, giving your phone number out about fifteen times on the one piece of paper, bumping into each other on a daily basis, ditching your Hawaii plans to stalk your potential boyfriend in rural Kentucky. The ace in the hand for the prosecution of course being the 42 hours worth of travel notes and music she organises for this guy in a week. Elizabethtown 2 - Oh yes, there will be blood LOL.
Also did some window shopping at the mall yesterday - bought caramel popcorn from Kernel for Mum, and the usual Sunday paper thing for the parents. Got some white tee shirts from Lowes, the first time I have ever been in there by myself - of course, need a white tee for under my Friday costume. And picked up some socks as well.
Bought a crime fiction book from Dymocks, because, after the Economist gets read for the week, it is a sad lonely time with not much to do on the train rides to and from work. Was bouncing off the walls of the train carriage towards the end of last week, very boring counting the stations.
More soon
Pauly
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