I’m ashamed to say it, Russ, but I’ve never actually seen an Almodovar film. I know, lame, right? In my defense, see Exhibit A; I also submit to you that since I usually watch movies and television while I’m working, subtitles are a bit distracting, so I’m really, really an ignoramus when it comes to Foreign Art Films. Yeah, I know, cultural illiterate and all — believe me, I’ve been called worse by better. OMG, this reminds me: I’m rewatching Deadwood right now, thanks to a very thoughtful birthday gift from Pajamas, and it is so, so, so good — even better the second time because I have a slightly better understanding of the plot and can enjoy the amazing language more fully. So I know that you’ve got NO TIME but maybe you can put that on your list, too?
So back to Almodovar. Isn’t he supposed to be the guy who really loves and understands women? Doesn’t, like, everybody say that? Again, I can’t comment with any authority, since I base all my opinions these days on criticism, rather than on actual works of art or literature or whatever. But hey, here’s my question for the (Boxing) day, Russ: have YOU ever seen an Almodovar film? Just asking. What about you, Gentle Reader (especially Ty)? What do you think? Almodovar: grody European misogynist or genius poet of the feminine experience?
None of this digression should suggest that I don’t share your opinion on the hideousness of Nine, which is just a big WTF all around. I appreciate clever stunt casting as much as the next fellow, and I swear to you that no one loves the game of “Who would play the part of…?” more than I do, although, let’s face it, it’s never, ever clever to cast Kate Hudson in anything. Moreover, I have more than an appreciation (an awe-struck reverence, perhaps?) for the casting of Fergie as La Saraghina, which is hilarious and great, given that sort of coarse, over-the-top, weirdly repellent sex appeal she has. BUT. On the other hand, even the inspired Fergie-casting is kind of a sad reflection on the state of Hollywood, isn’t it? Like, they had to put someone whose yuckiness flies under the radar in that part, because you can’t actually put a woman on film who isn’t some ingenue/android, unless it’s in one of this lady’s films — and don’t even get me started on all the reviews that are saying it’s so refreshing to see a real middle-aged woman on film who hasn’t gone under the knife a million times, when she’s FRAKKING MERYL STREEP. Seriously, MERYL STREEP‘s movie-star face = gritty realism now?
Um, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, why don’t I remember going to see Natural Born Killers with you? I totally believe that you hated it; I hated it, too (Pajamas actually liked it! Don’t get me started!). Nevertheless, I congratulate you on your prescience, even though I’ll have to take your word for it. As for me, I haven’t followed the whole blog controversy too closely because it is LAME AND DEPRESSING. Stupid lefties. We don’t deserve to win.
How was your 25th? How was the Chipmunks movie? My Christmas was little bit
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Happy Boxing Day, dude!