I am so behind on this journal because at the end of October I saw The Fountain and I haven’t been able to decide what to write about it. Mostly, I am not sure if I liked it. I do know that Hugh Jackman was amazing in it. I know that it was beautiful. It was cool to have Aronofsky there for a Q&A after to clear up things and address criticisms. It was one of those movies that makes me really sad that I don’t know anyone in this city who cares about film, because it really would have benefited from having someone to discuss it with, and by the time it comes out here it’ll have been a month and will anyone even see it? Probably not. But you -should-, because even though I can’t make up my mind about it, I’m still -thinking- about it, its successes and flaws.
I mostly went to Copying Beethoven because it was free. Also because it had Matthew Goode, and I quite like him. The movie was not good, and yet better than I had expected it to be. No one else should bother seeing it, though.
And finally, A Good Year is the movie that everyone loves to hate on this week, but -I- enjoyed it. Damnit. It was exactly what I needed to see on a Friday afternoon in Seattle: it was sunny and sweet, and Russell was excellent in it, despite what all the reviewers are telling you. I had forgotten what a great comic talent he is, and I left the theater with a smile on my face. Lord knows it’s not earthshattering or original, but I am okay with that.