I love how a movie can suspend your reality for 2 hours or so and only make you focus on what is happening right then on the screen.
I love how wrapped up I get in movies, even the ones I've seen a million times *coughTheHolidayandP.S.ILoveYoucough*
But, here's something I don't understand:
Why is it that all the really hard to understand movies are the ones that get so much critic acclaim?
Last night I was watching this movie called "Rachael, Rachael" directed by Paul Newman.
Speaking of which, in his hay-day, Paul Newman was a stone cold FOX.


*drools*
Yes, my affinity for older men is not creepy.
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Moving on....
This movie centers around this 30-something woman who still lives with her mother in the funeral parlor that they run and own. She equates everything to death. She's not suicidal, but she just has a weird fascination with death and dying. She falls in love with a doctor and gives up her virginity to him. Then the mom finds out by finding her stash of condoms and almost has a heart attack. Then she ends up going to the doctor (not the virginity taking one), cause she thought she was preggo, but it turned out to be a cyst on her uterus or some other lady part that was causing her periods to stop. Then she gets SUPER upset about not being preggo, then decides to move to Oregon to take up this teaching job, and her mother comes with.
The End.
Yeah, weird huh?
Some how this movie was nominated for an academy award. I couldn't follow half of the dialog because it jumped around so frequently and with all her flash backs to when she was a child, it just confused the hell outta me.
Another weird movie that was so highly praised was "No Country For Old Men". I don't exactly remember what the plot of this movie is, if it had one to begin with, but I remember some tall guy driving around killing people with this stake thing that shoots out of a metal tube hooked up to an air compressor. And then the movie just ENDS.
AND yet another weird movie that was highly praised was "Million Dollar Baby". Yeah, I cried when *SPOILER ALERT!!* Hilary Swank asked Clint Eastwood to kill her with that weird poison stuff in the needle because she was paralyzed from the neck down, but the getting to that part was kinda drawn out. It seemed like everything happened in the last 20 minutes of the movie. Maybe it was because Clint Eastwood directed the movie and all that it got such acclaim, I don't know, but the movie struck me as one that shouldn't have been up for an academy award.
Maybe I'm not seeing something in these movies that the academy is. Maybe the whole deal is just a big name drop kinda thing. Like, "Holy crap, Clint Eastwood gave the director of this movie some advice on how to shoot a scene in this movie! Lets nominate it for an academy award!!" Or, "Holy crap, Clint Eastwood took a dump in this movie for 5 minutes, we need to nominate it for an academy award!!!"
I guess that's one of the things that puts a bad taste in my mouth about movies sometimes: other people don't like the same ones I do as much as I do.
But to each his own I suppose.
Over and out ♥
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