Arts This Weekend at the Movies
posted by on August 3 at 15:18 PM
Ooh, baby. It’s Friday!
Since movies keep being released at a ridiculous and overwhelming pace, this week brings another extra-long On Screen.
But first, the final installment of The Bourne Whatchamacallit (for some reason I never remember the title of this damn movie… okay, Ultimatum!), reviewed by Andrew Wright. Verdict: awesome.
And in On Screen this week: The Ten (David Schmader says it’s bad, and I accept the word of Schmader, but isn’t the end of the trailer stupid and hilarious?), Becoming Jane (don’t give me Anne Hathaway as Jane Austen; girl has cow eyes, say I), Hot Rod (“disjointed, forced, shallow, screaming with wasted talent, and only kind of funny,” says Lindy West), Arctic Tale (March of the Penguins for liberals and gays and feminists and black people, say I. Also, cute polar bear cubs!), Flanders (me again: Bruno Dumont’s latest reminds us that Euro naturalism is not natural), Bratz (Charles is pro), Vitus (how many reviews did I write this week?! It’s about an evil baby genius. Not good.), and El Cantante (“about as artless and clichéd as musician biopics come,” says Eric Grandy).
In Limited Runs this week, I’d direct your attention to Angel and the Badman in 16mm at Central Cinema, The Beast at Grand Illusion, Hobo Film Festival in Georgetown, Aki Kaurismaki’s Lights in the Dusk at SIFF Cinema, and Jacques Tati’s Playtime at Northwest Film Forum.
I DON'T REMEMBER A GODDAMN THING!
I REMEMBER!
WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO IT!
I'M STARTING TO REMEMBER!
I REMEMBER NOW!
WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO IT!? WHY?!
I CAN'T FIGURE OUT THAT I WAS ONCE A KILLER AND MADE THESE DECISIONS MYSELF. I'M SO ANGRY AND THIS CRAZY AMNESIA THAT NEVER SEEMS TO END IS MAKING ME..ANGRIER!
I'M STARTING TO REMEMBER!
WHY?!?!?!?!
CAR CHASE!
Fuck those movies. What a waste of film stock.
The Bourne Damonultimagnum!
The NWFF's Playtime looks FUN!
But I'll be at the Fremont Outdoor Movies on Saturday night, enjoying Green Fairy Night as we do Moulin Rouge!
"Whoever said the world has had enough of silly love songs?"
I saw Mon Oncle at NWFF last night, speaking of Tati, and was completely won over. Check it out yo
I caught "The Ten" at SIFF on an early Saturday morning, and the large mixed audience - old/young, hip/hipless roared throughout. It wasn't your Adam Sandler male adolescent wet dream replete with flatulence, big titz or bad taste. It was just plain god-damned funny and original. Imagine coveting your neighbor's MRI machine? So if David Schmader didn't like it, does that mean you discard your decision-making process into the lonely well filled with all the other things The Stranger doesn't, didn't, won't, can't, wouldn't, shouldn't like??
I thought "The Ten" was fucking hilarious and Schmader's review was completely off base. It's kinda like Woody Allen's "Everything you wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask". Some of skits are funnier than others, but that's the nature of films made up of lots of short stories.
Poe! You're looking at the finger, not the moon.
The Bourne movies are to relieve frustration. The audience gets to come up out of real life for a huge gulp of air in the world fantastic when someone so flawless and in control as the Jason Bourne character just burns 90 minutes sonning the entire fucking evil empire with total automation.
@7
It isn't flawless. It's mindless.
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