If I really had to get sick, there were worse times to do it. The weekend prior to this all of my things (including the vitals: bed, recliner, tv, dvd player) had been moved in, and in the past week I had signed up at Netflix and reactivated a handful of holds at the library. Now, we’ll see if I can remember everything I watched:
D.E.B.S.: One of the most ridiculous movies ever and really, I cannot believe it took me so long to see it, because crime! And crimefighters! And wee plaid skirts! And lesbians! (And omg it is based on a short film! And -that- cast includes Tammy Lynn Michaels & Clare Kramer! Totally lesbionic!)
Wimbledon: Cheesy as hell and yet, better than I had expected it to be. I mean, utterly predictable, but my boyfriend, Paul Bettany? Hotter than should be allowed. Seriously. And we all need movies to watch at three in the morning when we have the flu, right? Right.
The Center of the World: Bah. I had such high hopes, too, because Peter Sarsgaard and Molly Parker! I heart them so! But no. Just no. And I had kind of wibbled about it, like maybe I’m just dumb and “didn’t get it”, but then I watched some of the extras, the bit on the creating of the website, and ick with the exploitation. A+ cast, though.
Down With Love: From that brief time when I didn’t hate Renee Zellweger. Ah, those were the days. I still love this movie, but I was raised on stuff like Pillow Talk, and this is a note-perfect tribute.
Bright Young Things: One hell of a directorial debut from Stephen Fry. I have it for a full week from the library, so I’m hoping to find the time to listen to his commentary. Pretty much everyone is in it, including David Tennant with truly unfortunate hair. And it was the second thing I’d seen this week with
Mr Tumnus James McAvoy. Wooyay. I remember wanting to see it when it was at SIFF; in fact, I think that’s what Mr. Fry was in town for when I ran into him at a screening. By which I mean, I gaped in awe at him from six feet away when I was leaving a showing of an Indian adaptation of Macbeth. And then I ran and posted to LJ, because that’s what one does.
Finally! My Own Private Idaho: I had seriously never seen this before. I -know-. I need to read the Henry cycle again. I don’t think I’ve read them since college.
(I also made serious dents in “Wonderfalls” and the fifth season of “Oz”. Life? What life?)