fil-marathon
If I were to count how many…no wait. If I were to break a bone for everything there is…no, that doesn’t work either. Ok. If I were to break and/or destroy some piece of my body for every opportunity that is not available for a youthful individual like myself here in Lynchburg, then I may not walk away from that procedure. Ok…well. That was still a gross exaggeration. But anyways…
Jeremiah and I found something to occupy our entire Tuesday with: movies. Seventy-five cent Tuesdays are a blessed thing and we took full advantage of it. After strategically mapping out our films and breaks and such and such, we met up for the first flick.
Ray was fantastic, again. That movie is just too good to handle. I already sang the praises of that film in an earlier entry so I’ll leave to you to meddle with the past. But one thing new to point out: what other movie could win the Best Use of Former Lost Boys Award? Pockets and Thud both make appearances in Ray; of course, they weren’t starring as their former roles but it’s the performer that counts. It’s interesting that IMDB has not updated their personal entries for Ray, oh well.
Following that re-telling of a brilliant man’s life, we took our largest break over at the nearby mall. Scouring GAP’s big year-ending sale, we found a few things, kind of. Then some grub at Chick-Fil-A - my first fast food meal in a while. J wanted to go ring hunting, so out for Easter Island we went. After that successful endeavor it was back to the movie trail for us.
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason is a mediocre British romantic comedy. End of story. But, before I end my story, I’d like to pose the same question i asked myself. Does Renee Zellweger put on a ridiculous amount of weight for these Bridget films? She was a frail thing in Chicago and all of a sudden she’s carrying a significant amount more of…body. I am curious to see how that works.
::sigh:: The next film, The Forgotten, exemplifies how this film should be remembered. Immediately after Bridget, Jeremiah and I sat in for this horrid excuse for a screenwriter’s work. While not being stupid enough to laugh at and retaining just enough plot to grasp meaning with, this film just bores you to no end. Julianne Moore did fabulously in The Hours; why was she casted for this?
Luckily, we had some time to wash our brains free of those memories before our final flick. We grabbed a small bite to eat at The Drowsy Poet and enjoyed a dimly lit setting once again. But it was just a break, and our work was not finished yet.
Shaun of the Dead capped off our day/night beautifully. I’ve never had such a fun time of watching zombies tear apart characters one by one. The British can do some things right, and this is a fine example. Clearly, the approach is less serious than the average horror film, as the characters do dim-witted things throughout the film for jest. I was very impressed with the level of thought put into the scenes and, especially, the make-up/costume work. And actually, there are a few topics that are subconsciously addressed that have good philosophical relevance if you took the time to dissect them. Honestly, there are. But I don’t want to ruin the few deep moments for you. Go see this one for yourself! A fine ninety minutes, indeed.
That was it. Four movies in 9+ hours. We could have threw in another on after Ray but we needed a break at some point. That certainly was a very entertaining day.
Lynchburg does have a few things to keep people occupied. And I guess I am saying that watching movies without ceasing is one of them. ::is more confused than ever::