Ganked from some of my favorite people!
Think of your favorite underrated film, type the name into Google and do an image search. Find the best pic and then post it in your journal, but don’t say what the name of the movie is! Once you post the picture, it’s up to your friends to figure out what the movie is from the pic you posted!
So, Scientology, you may have won this battle, but the million-year war for earth has just begun! Temporarily anozinizing our episode will not stop us from keeping Thetans forever trapped in your pitiful man-bodies. Curses and drat! You have obstructed us now, but your feeble bid to save humanity will fail! Hail Xenu.
Signed: Trey Parker and Matt Stone, servants to the dark lord Xenu.
The Kallistis jointed the Kellyhimes to enjoy an afternoon at the Theater for a showing of “The Libertine.” Gadzooks, I’ve been following this film since production, its many delays, and it is finally over…
“I know he is a Devil, but he has something of the Angel yet undefac’d in him.” — George Etherege
It’s funny, it came off a bit like a deSade. Hard to look at yet compelling. The film starts out with a monologue of Wilmot stating “I don’t want you to like me.” And that is exactly what happens. He’s a difficult one to have sympathy for. His poetry is brilliant yet raw and volatile. He’s someone who started his career as a great wit and the life of the party, he ends up a sad alcoholic, shunned by all for his crazy antics. By the time he would have redeemed himself, by modern standards, he becomes riddled with syphilis and dies at 33. O! The glory and romance of the Olden Days™. The film picks up just before the descent, so it is a rough ride, and not easy on the senses. And apart perhaps from the dwarf riding the gigantic cock across the stage, is fairly accurate.
It is beautifully filmed and staged. It is gritty and done seemingly with natural light, so I was always straining to see. And I love that. It wasn’t pretty, in the traditional costume drama sense.
My one complaint is that both this film, and the surprisingly enjoyable “Stage Beauty,” another Restoration Theater piece, has laid claim to the Birth of Method Acting. WTF!?!?! This really bugs me. Restoration Theater was Restoration Theater… please stop turning it into The Actor’s Studio. Grrrr!
Ondine and I got a little dressed up for the Occasion, I’m clutching my 1777 edition of The Poems of Rochester:
Some of the dialog was a bit long in the tooth, but I really loved it. They touched on many of the big incidents of his career, which was fun for the geek in me. Johnny Depp was brilliant, as were the other players. It lacked sympathy and timing I think, but is definately something I’d own, though not something I’d recommend to all.
And it is just a little bit filthy. Mwowr.
Libertine. Opening Friday.
Um, I’ve been tracking this film for three years. I need to go read me some dirty restoration poetry. I think we’ll be double dating with Kellyhime & Mr. Kellyhime. Opening in downtown Berkeley, lucky meeeeeeeeeee!
Jack Wild, R.I.P.
He was my true love, my first love, and still to this day makes my heart go pitter pat. I’m really, really crushed.
You know I love the rain, but if you ruin my satellite connection for the Bleak House series finale I’ll just perish! (yeah yeah, it plays on 3 other channels all week. but I want it NOW!) Also, I can’t spray Mr. Super Clear in the rain (sorry Mercy, but the Eyebrows Mach II look FAB!!!), so I’m making a fairy ball gown for Aschenputtel. It might suck. But it might not. I hate when you can’t tell till you’ve spent two days on a project whether it will suck or not.
Speaking of Gilly (Anderson), we saw Tristram Shandy on Friday night and it was fantastic! Had serious gut splitting moments where I thought my eyeballs were going to explode. But best part??? LIBERTINE PREVIEW. Dude, I think I have a bodice ripper boner. March 10th.
Love,
Me
P.S. I’m sorry I caused all that cancer.
Little Princess Alice themed Doujinshi
♥ ♥ ♥ That is all.
Libertine & Tristram Shandy still MIA. Libertine, between last week and this, has been pushed back to March 6th! Tristram opened to limited release last week, no word on a wider release.
This bluestocking needs her fluff fix! Gar!
Edit: at least Libertine as an official site now w/ preview! March 10th it sez.
On other news, I don’t think I’m quite ready for Heath Ledger’s Casanova after David Tennant was so fun in BBC’s whirligig of a production.
I’ve got a hankerin’ to see Nanny McPhee.
I finally tivo’d Alexander and O! Lordy! What a load of orientalist crap that was. Alexander: or, How the Irish in Mullets Kicked the Booties of all those Crazy Sexy Brown People Out East. I think it would have been MUCH better if they had cut all but the fab homo scenes… and then it would have made a great Ken Russell film. Homos were the only redeeming quality. Oh, and Rosario Dawson’s awesomely pendulous boobage. That pretty much goes without saying for most things. Kiss-kiss!
I finally received Innocence from Amazon UK. I’m uh, reeeeally excited about this one, I have a feeling that it is going to be my new favorite movie. They used my favorite font for the title!
Also, I love Stephanie Zacharakarakarakah at Salon.com reviews. Sigh.
Being a lover of the classics is such a humorless gig, particularly when it comes to movie adaptations of great books. Late last year, the Jane Austen Society, as well as many plain old Jane Austen fans, dipped Joe Wright’s lively “Pride & Prejudice” into their home test kits and found its Austenticity lacking: The country dance was too noisy and undignified, the characters took unforgivable liberties with the book’s dialogue, and too much of the story happened outdoors. The ending seen in American theaters, in which Lizzy and Darcy actually kiss, was the last straw; in Austen’s world, characters never kissed, even, apparently, in private.
The terrible and beautiful thing about adaptations of great books is that they’re always intruders, invading our already crowded imaginations and demanding a little space of their own. But their audaciousness is often mistaken for a kind of overwrite capability, a demonic code written expressly to erase (and not just accessorize) the joyful and intensely private experience of reading. How much power we cede to a movie adaptation of a beloved book is up to us, not it, and yet we can’t help seeing a “failed” adaptation as the dangerous enemy of everything we hold dear.
*&@#^&@!!!
Fucking fuck. Libertine and now Tristram Shandy are still in limited release for January 27th. Libertine keeps getting pushed back. Which makes me worry about Tristram Shandy playing here. WTF, I’m not in the frickin’ wilderness, for criminy.
I really want to see Tristram… they keep touting it as a book no one has ever read, but I’ve read it! I had a mad, mad summer 6 or 7 years ago where I read a bunch of Henry Fielding along with Smollet, Burney, Aphra Behn (ok, she’s 17th cent. whatever), Defoe and some other random stuffs. Tristram Shandy among them. Gilly is in it. I die.
Me loves some 18th-goddamn-century Literature! Rawr.
Cranky-pants.
Speaking of Gilly… have we all been good li’l muffins watching Bleak House on PBS? Now THAT was a surprise! It wasn’t on the ’06 calendar! It just showed up on my TiVo box. Whoopeeee!
Don’t you think she’d make a fantastic governess for my girls? They need a firm hand. Mädchen In Uniform… ah! I die!
