Until I saw the trailer. She moves to Hollywood? WTF?
Yesterday, I saw a pretty crappy movie: Music and Lyrics. Crappy, in that the storyline didn’t reeeally hold together, and also in that its main characters were supposed to fall in love in the course of about 0 days and for little reason. There are some nice tries — the entire sequence mocking the Jessica Simpson/Britney Spears type was nice — but overall the story was flat, the film was flat, the timeline was really screwy (at least twice people were wearing outfits in one scene that then reappeared a few scenes later, as though pieces of the story were getting moved around after filming), and, overall, eh. Blah.
The highlights were the scenes where Hugh Grant, as Alex Fletcher, was making a complete ass of himself. It’s the most daring movie I’ve seen Hugh Grant do, I think, in terms of abject self-humiliation: lots of supposed-to-be ridiculous dancing (my theory on this is that this movie was something Grant signed for just after Love Actually, in which his dancing was a big hit). He also plays “old,” in this film (while Drew Barrymore seemed to be playing young — there were moments when I thought her character could pass for 22). He actually looks 47 (which he is) instead of late-30s, which is what he seems to often play. It’s important to the role, I realize, but — it ends up feeling a little like daring.
I left the movie thinking: how did Hugh Grant get talked into that? and then, Wait a second, why am I thinking of Hugh Grant as a particularly good actor? So I checked my collection, and my memory, and what I came up with was this: I still have Hugh Grant (as actor) sympathies from Four Weddings and a Funeral. A movie that I still, hopelessly, endlessly love. And since then, he’s done some decent comedic movies: About a Boy and Bridget Jones being the real high points (though I enjoyed American Dreamz quite a bit. And Two Weeks Notice, but more for Sandra Bullock). I have enjoyed his recent “makeover” as the guy who always plays the redeemable cad in movies. But, Hugh Grant — eh. He’s not actually as famous, nor as good, as I think he is, is he?
Also this weekend, I saw Zodiac. I usually avoid movies with any kind of spookiness/goriness involved, particularly when I will have to drive home from said movies alone, in the fog, in the dark. But I couldn’t resist the call of Jake Gyllenhaal, and (having been reassured by reviews that it wouldn’t be the “typical” serial killer movie) I ended up enjoying the movie quite a bit. Robert Downey Jr. was excellent, as was Mark Ruffalo, and, yep, Jake Gyllenhaal.
Is it possible the only David Fincher movie I’ve seen is Fight Club? Answer: yes, because of the aforementioned avoidance of suspense thrillers.