Monday, May 16, 2011
It Really Feels Like That Many Hours
I am watching 127 Hours (or 127 Dresses, as I like to call it) right now, and it is so brutal that I may well have to turn it off. Somehow I thought there would be more to it than just James Franco and that rock, but there they were, within the first ten minutes of the movie. And now it's just him screaming at the rock, pulling at the rock, banging himself against the rock, jabbing at the rock with a knife, and -- oh, now he's drinking some water, that's a change. I'm finding this all painful to watch, so I can't imagine how I'm going to be when we finally get to the inevitable sawing. All in all, though, it's still less excruciating than The Blind Side.
I'm still somewhat behind on Oscar movies for this year, although ever since they moved the goalposts by having ten nominees instead of five I haven't taken this task very seriously. Like everybody else in the world, I saw Inception and Toy Story 3 when they came out this past summer. During the fall I saw Facebook: the Facebook Movie Sponsored by Facebook and then caught the crotchmunching ballet dancer craze with Natalie and Mila, which was all well and good. For some more advanced lesbianism, I caught The Kids Are All Right on DVD. (Or was it Blu Ray? I hear Annette Bening's bitchface really pops in HD.) I also watched Winter's Bone, which reminded me way too much of my childhood, on DVD. Oh, and I saw The King's Speech with all of the swears bleeped out on my way back from Switzerland. So what is that, seven? I may not make it past seven and a half.
I am watching 127 Hours (or 127 Dresses, as I like to call it) right now, and it is so brutal that I may well have to turn it off. Somehow I thought there would be more to it than just James Franco and that rock, but there they were, within the first ten minutes of the movie. And now it's just him screaming at the rock, pulling at the rock, banging himself against the rock, jabbing at the rock with a knife, and -- oh, now he's drinking some water, that's a change. I'm finding this all painful to watch, so I can't imagine how I'm going to be when we finally get to the inevitable sawing. All in all, though, it's still less excruciating than The Blind Side.
I'm still somewhat behind on Oscar movies for this year, although ever since they moved the goalposts by having ten nominees instead of five I haven't taken this task very seriously. Like everybody else in the world, I saw Inception and Toy Story 3 when they came out this past summer. During the fall I saw Facebook: the Facebook Movie Sponsored by Facebook and then caught the crotchmunching ballet dancer craze with Natalie and Mila, which was all well and good. For some more advanced lesbianism, I caught The Kids Are All Right on DVD. (Or was it Blu Ray? I hear Annette Bening's bitchface really pops in HD.) I also watched Winter's Bone, which reminded me way too much of my childhood, on DVD. Oh, and I saw The King's Speech with all of the swears bleeped out on my way back from Switzerland. So what is that, seven? I may not make it past seven and a half.
