I forgot to mention in my list of 47 to-be-seen videos the video that was en route to my house: Crush, with Andie MacDowell. It’s one of those movies (aren’t they all) that I heard about at the time of its release, thought, huh, I’d probably like that, and then never actually got around to seeing or renting. Well, I finally watched it – or half-watched it, as I was busy pasting bits of cut-up InStyle magazines to my dresser while it ran. It was OK. It wasn’t earth-shattering or something I feel a need to watch again or whatever. I am starting to wonder if everyone in England goes to a boarding school run by beautiful Americans. Also, are none of the roads paved, all of the cops dull-witted, and is it constantly spring? Just curious.
Oh, yeah, I saw Jersey Girl today, too. I pretty much cried through the entire movie, even when J.Lo. died (is that a spoiler? Don’t we all know that by now? It’s the point of the movie). For a while, I thought maybe Ben Affleck was the best actor on Earth, but then I realized – it’s all hormonal. I mean, I got teary over one of the previews (for Raising Helen, for chrissakes).
Anyway, that was a mildly amusing movie, though not spectacular (the Will Smith part was really the best bit, I think, and that’s saying a lot). This brings on a whole other rant, though, that I’m only partially going to take up. I have a huge amount of disgust for the common Hollywood ending where Main Character X, having turned his/her life around because of Endearing Situation Y, flirts with returning to Life As It Was Before Y before finally “coming to his senses” and realizing that Situation Y – which is usually something like living back in X’s podunky hometown or marrying his until-that-moment somewhat boring secretary – is really the best thing ever and then, fade to credits and happiness all around. Let me think of some movie examples. Well, obviously, Jersey Girl. Something else I saw recently: The Family Man. Really, any number of movies qualify for this, and I can’t think of them right now. Sweet Home Alabama, perhaps? On and on and on, I know I’ve seen this a thousand times in movies and it always makes me unhappy. What happens next? What keeps X from freaking out again later and realizing that this was all a mistake, the changes are bad, the original life was good? I know *why* this concerns me — I think I realized it, really grabbed it for the first time today — but that’s a whole other entry, and it’s being saved for just my head right now.
Also, I think I might add The Graduate to my rentals list, and Citizen Kane, since I’ve seen neither.
P.S. I am still very much loving The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, though I now have an entire notecard full of words from the book that I need to look up in a dictionary. Reading Michael Chabon is humbling.
P.P.S. Movies out right now I want to see: Connie and Carla and Hellboy (it had good reviews and reading K&C is putting me in a comic-book mood). Eventually I’ll probably see The Whole Ten Yards, but maybe not until it’s on cable. It worked well with the first one – or did I see that in the theater? Hmmm.