*Sorry, Australians: I think you only get one and this is it.
*Sorry, Australians: I think you only get one and this is it.
So instead I decided to type out the first 15 things that came into my head that I like to read, watch, and listen to. So you can avoid them.
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ETA: And why did I not know that Spiderman III was such a dreadful film? Amongst the many things I was traumatized by was Peter Parker looking like a young Hitler when he was in his evil phase. That's just not right, people.
( Cut more to save you the horror than anything else. Plus spoilers )
1. Patrick Swayze, who doesn't even attempt to disguise his accent in a film set in Mediaeval England, as some English lord
2. Val Kilmer as a random bandit who is a complete bastard (maybe this was filmed in the dark days after Alexander)
3. James Purefoy as the hero (does this man have no agent? Or does he sign up for these things when drunk?)
4. Bill Oddie! As something or other. But it's Bill Oddie!
5. Simon Callow as the father of a disappeared princess.
6. Joan Plowright (I haven't seen her yet though, so I am not sure who she plays)
And there are other people whom I recognise! And savage picts.
These aren't films that aren't really the best things out there (but I have an unholy love for them, even the rubbish ones), but they are films or shows I've watched so often that I find them tremendously comforting and reassuring. And usually when I am ill what I want is something I can watch comfortably without hurting my brain.
And because I can: GO CAROLINA!!!!! WE WON!!!
Also on the new Marie Antoinette film read this on IMDB:
"Based on Antonia Fraser's book about the ill-fated Archduchess of Austria and later Queen of France, Marie Antoinette' tells the story of the most misunderstood and abused woman in history, from her birth in Imperial Austria to her later life in France."
"Sofia Coppola refused to read the famous biography of Marie-Antoinette written by Stefan Zweig, which she judged too strict. She turned instead to the book by Antonia Fraser, which makes the queen a more human character, a young girl with no connection to reality who finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time."
You know, I'm not such a fan of the reign of terror and the mess that was, but if I am going to be having sympathy for people in 18th century France, Marie Antoinette wouldn't top my list. The woman was a total moron, for one. Though admittedly, the same could be said for her husband so they probably worked quite well as a couple.
It's strange how some costume dramas don't bother me when they ignore reality, because the pretty costumes and settings are great, but others like this one seem calculated to make me see red. I have no idea why that is, but I'm guessing that I find fictional aristocrats easier to like than the real ones, who frequently caused incalculable human misery as well as building nice things that later become museums. Besides, why does Marie Antoinette have to be whitewashed? Surely you could do an interesting film about her flaws as well as her excellent taste in frocks.
ETA: Hey, I've just realised that this is probably one of those films that could be improved by explosives! It all comes together somehow.
Bollywood and superheroes and what are they thinking?
Also, in hockey news this story about Carolina being unpenalised in their abuse of Huet's crease* really annoyed me: http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Hockey/NHL/
Okay, I am a Carolina fan and thus probably not totally rational especially as we are apparently the devil in this particular story... Anyway it just seemed a wee bit one-sided of a story to me. Of course, if I were a Montreal fan I'd probably be writing strong letters of protest to the NHL about the officiating .
*For non hockey watching people, I assure you this is not in anyway naughty. Huet is the Montreal goalie and the crease is the space in front of the goal. Just making that clear.
Also silly Pompey's soldiers did not chuck away their armour as they ran. Seriously, if I was ever in battle in the ancient world and running for my life, tossing away the heavy equipment would be the first thing I would do. If it was good enough for Archilochus and Horace, it should be good enough for me.
ETA: Also all the women were quite burly and the Gaulish women had terrible bras, which probably says something about Italy in the 1910s. I am not sure what, but it must be important on some level. And Vercingetorix looked exactly like the chief in Asterix, with a lovely moustache and pigtails to die for.
Tomorrow I am off for second day of conference to the new Getty in Malibu, which I am very much looking forward to. I haven't ever been there as it's been in wraps since I came to LA.
( Winslow Boy: Pictures and Spoilers Follow )
Saw March of the Penguins this afternoon; it was astonishingly beautiful to watch - and those penguins certainly live a rough life. I was cold just watching them weather blizzards and 70 mile treks across the ice to reach the water. The score was awful though: mad flutes every two seconds and it seemed like whoever had written it had never even seen the film as it often didn't match the scenes. And the narration was also a bit twee. Still, I thought it was worth going to. It has penguins! And baby penguins tottering across the ice.
Sigh. This is probably the last proper free time for a while - I've committed to doing a translation of a 16th century document (I really hope the Latin is intelligible and not filled with horrible non-classical language use). Plus trying to keep up with other Latin for next year, prep the two extra evening courses I'm doing in the Autumn and brush up on French. I suspect the current article will get shoved to one side for a bit (well, it's not like Homer is going anywhere, is he?).
The French is the big pain as I'm meeting up with someone Sunday week for a meeting at which I'm supposed to be able to talk about Indochine. I guess that means I'm going to have to sit down and watch the film and try and recall some conversational French. I can read it fine, it's just producing anything that is impossible these days.
I'll admit I'm not hugely fond of Clive Owen so I probably should have known better than to rent this film, especially as the guy who directed also directed Croupier, a film I disliked intensely. But he also directed Get Carter, which I really, really like so I thought it was worth the risk - and besides it had Charlotte Rampling whom I love. But (in my humble opinion) I'll Sleep when I'm Dead is one of the more pointless British gangster films that I've ever seen and I want to rant about wasting my time on it. Perhaps I just feel stupid because I should have known better.