Is it just me or is this year promising to be a good one for live shows? It could be that this is the first year where I'm absolutely committed to seeing everyone despite the minor inconvenience of something as silly as different city locations, but I can't help feeling that I should be greatful to someone for the luck I've had this month in terms of concerts. I mean, I have bought three concert tickets this week alone and they are all in three different states. ROADTRIP! Because of this, I feel that I should be doing the music gods version of the rain dance, but I'm not even sure what that is exactly. I'm sorta tempted to hold my very own Proposal-style chanting session with Betty White joining me in a rousing rendition of "Get Low," but I'm afraid that might attract the wrong type of musical gods...What sort of girl do you think I am anyway? Don't answer that.
I wonder if there are any other unmissable shows I have overlooked thus far...?
Damn. My high hope of achieving an effortless cool has been dashed [Dashed, I say!] by the literal awesomeness of the brothers when they were just kids. I will never be as cool as the Brothers Bloom were when they were scarcely ten years old. I mean, everyone in this new classic can ascertain to be legit brilliant on the worst of their days, but the boys at the beginning of their young lives left me knowing that you either got it or you don’t.
But even greater than my own personal ambition to act as the cool and quirky stand-in for the characters in the real world is my covetous relationship with their style. The clothing was downright tempting. I left the theatre with a new insight into my fashion soul – I wanted a 60’s style cheetah print wool coat. And I would wear it with black stockings. That is all. By my minimal praises of the movie itself, you may think that I consider it to be subpar, unwatchable and possibly even a movie only meant to be seen for its capability of becoming a cult classic five to ten years down the line. No, sir, I do not attest to any of these particulars!
Rather, I will commend the movie on its ability to channel the playful style of filmmaking that comes from the past with a much needed ability to hold a modern audiences attention with explosions, gun shows, and other assorted mischief. It was that excessive display of all things impish that had me decided on the fact that I would love this movie not long after Bang Bang mimed a gunshot through her head and into a light bulb. While the last thirty minutes lost touch at times with its effortlessness and bordered on forced intelligence that was not needed to prove to an already rapt audience the level of attention put into the film, it never forgot the charm that got you at hello. And although I will never be that effortlessly cool character with a tattoo on my neck that reads "When you're done with something, blow it up," I can at least watch some effortlessly cool characters running around conning people and blasting things to bits.
While I suppose it’s my job to tell you, an unsuspecting audience, that the plot doesn’t exactly establish time for you to really invest yourself within the characters in a traditional manner, I feel that I should also point out that the traditional need not be the norm in a comedy of wits that doesn’t want to be normal anyway.
...is usually to throw together an English version as quick as money allows and get a few moderately well known actors to provide enough press to allow the same success that the original version showed abroad. Then they wait, make money off the fanfare and repeat with another foreign film to hide the lack of creative effort that no one wants to put forth in the first place.
Take care, my love. That savors strongly of bitterness.
Alright. Well can you hold a girl's hesitation against her when she just found out that the Swedish vampire flick (if you don't know what I'm talking about, keep reading - its not Sweden's answer to Twilight) Låt den rätte komma in - translation - Let the Right One In, is being remade in the US? Now, we all knew it would probably happen eventually, but it still feels...tarnished, or some other polluted word. The frustrating thing in this global world of ours is that a film, even a good film, doesn't get the public it deserves because its in a foreign language? It literally needs to be remade in English for the majority of English-speaking movie watchers to take the time to view it.
Okay, I will admit, I may possibly be accused of blowing smoke where there is no fire. While the director who has taken the task of remaking Let the Right One In didn't convince me with his life's work (I mean, he's directed TV and Cloverfield), Matt Reeves has promised that he isn't going to age the characters, which is admittedly an important aspect of the plot. I am excited, however, that Avy Kaufman, the casting director, is going to put her visionary hand to work to pick out the perfect actors. Avy Kaufman, guys, is the woman who cast Public Enemies and the Sixth Sense. She has a lot of experience under her belt.
So while I can see that the American remake has brilliant potential, I do - as a third party that is offering an opinion without judgment - suggest that Hollywood stop attempting to recreate the film worlds that were already released and search for the talent that can create one themselves.
At least see the original that sparked imagination in a vampire fantasy genre that is getting WAY too much obsession as of late.
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