Friday after work I made a mad dash downtown to catch the matinee of The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada, the feature directorial debut of Tommy Lee Jones. Which was fantastic. Also, Dwight Yoakam continues to be seriously creepy. Right on.
Speaking of creepy, Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (complete with full protection of our precious bodily fluids) showed at the EMP’s JBL theater Sunday, part of the Sci Fi Museum’s ongoing film festival. I’ve seen it before, of course, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see it on the big screen. Or at least a bigger screen. -Awesome-. There was an introduction that ran down some of the changes from the original script as well as some stories from production, and I am totally a sucker for that sort of thing.
Monday afternoon I caught Syriana, which was great and complex. I had forgotten somehow that the cast included Jeffrey Wright & Chris Cooper, both of whom are brilliant and understated in everything.
And finally, in between everything else this weekend I was plowing through the seriously -insane- The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy so that I would be fully prepared for Tristram Shandy: A Cock & Bull Story. Which. I don’t know. Being prepared for that film is probably impossible. But it was seriously brilliant, and I’m glad I had read the book first, because then I was better able to appreciate the large quantity of crack the film appeared to be on. I’ll be buying it, I’m sure, and not only because the film contained a plug for the DVD.