When you’ve spent the past month renting a minimum of three DVD’s per day, you start forgetting what you’ve watched. Not the first week, or days ago, but earlier that day before trading in for your latest choices. From what I gather, this is what I’ve watched in the past day and a half.
Driving Miss Daisy- This was my first viewing of the movie. I couldn’t keep myself from imagining Jack Black’s performance in Be Kind Rewind imitating Jessica Tandy’s role, making the film both heartwarming and shit splitting hilareous.
Bull Durham- Another first time view, if you don’t count watered down tv viewings, flipping back and forth while Junior or Captain Ron was on commercial break. Overall, this movie was great. I may have been the first person since 1993 to actually sit down and watch this movie beginning to end, and I’d say it’s worth doing. Features the world’s least sexy foreplay scene to date: Kevin Costner unzipping the back of Susan Sarandon’s churchlady dress to reveal a big mole and the top of her above the hip Jockey brand white granny panties. The sax music in the background really tops it off.
Curse of the Golden Flower- It was a second watching for me, and I was way less impressed with it when seeing it on my 28 inch Sanyo brand TV that I bought from a fellow college kid on Craigslist. The first time I saw it, I was in a private movie theater on a snakeskin-print couch drinking posh sodas, so don’t hold it against the movie. It’s a massive textile porn, silk everywhere.
Amadeus- This movie reminded me once more just why I hate Sophia Coppola so deeply. Well, the first reason is the Godfather part III and the second reason is her face, but the third reason is that Amadeus is thousands of times better than Marie Antoinette. Even though it’s 24 years old it hardly feels dated even though it featured 1770’s styles with 1984 hipness-it doesn’t feel like a 1984 movie. This is possibly the world’s best biopic, but don’t quote me on that. I might have just liked the wigs a lot, who the hell knows.
How to Marry a Millionaire- Betty Grable=Cuter than Peaches. With legs. Oh and some chicks named Lauren Bacall and Marilyn Monroe were pretty good in it too. Made me want a hamburger with cole slaw on it, Pabst on the side.
Raging Bull- I’m waiting for my boyfriend to trudge home from the bar in the snow before I watch this. I don’t know if I should meet him with a cup of hot chocolate or chamomile tea. I wish I could go out and buy some Pabst, but the law isn’t on my side after 9pm.
