After being subjected to that fucking hideous "Ya *YAAAAA!*" ad on local radio, I've concluded that 1) this movie is quite obviously a conscious conspiracy to convince the American public women are so stupid they should be denied the vote once more, and b) I'd rather see Coyote Ugly. And I say that as a survivor of Circle of Friends.
Movies I would rather sit through include, but are not limited to: Sorority Boys, The Sum of All Fears, that damn thing with Chris Rock and Anthony Hopkins, Enough, Unfaithful, and...I can't think of anything else that's out.
Okay, maybe not Unfaithful.
The real pisser is she's, like, 80 so I can't ditch her and go next door and watch Spirit or Spider-Man or whatever.
I'd rather sit through Yaaaaaaa-YAAAAAAAAA *twice* than watch five minutes of Sorority Boys, but then, my hatred of Smallville and all its attendant pop-cultural consequences is sort of that utterly intense.
In *my* private utopia, "chick movie" is shorthand for "Byzantine ripping-yarn lust-drenched dark-witted sex fest where nobody cries-hugs-laughs-learns and all the male characters are slaves and which Julia Roberts and Meg Ryan are never allowed to star in and Nora fucking Ephron is NEVER allowed to direct"--but then, I ain't running the world. Pity.
What is wrong with women that they actually pay *money* to see this shit? Seriously.
I was just establishing where my sympathies lie. Just like they lay with poor Raul Julia as he actually *tried* and *tried* to act his way through Overdrawn at the Memory Bank.
"Byzantine ripping-yarn lust-drenched dark-witted sex fest where nobody cries-hugs-laughs-learns and all the male characters are slaves and which Julia Roberts and Meg Ryan are never allowed to star in and Nora fucking Ephron is NEVER allowed to direct"
LOL! Oh, most perfect. :-D
I'm not sure what pisses me off most about chick flicks: the pseudofeminist bullshit trotted out ("Men are *pigs*!) to thinly veil the "I NEED A MAAAAAN!!!!!" urplot, the scenes involving dancing and singing and wacky fun, or the inevitable, inevitable deaths of mothers (or friends, or fathers, or lovers) by cancer, heart attack, AIDS, or some such. Plus, I have a horrible, *horrible* feeling that some women look at the Meg Ryan characters and think, *Wow! Her problems are just like mine!"
My idea of a mother-daughter chick flick is *Life is Sweet.*
And again: my own mother, whom I love dearly and respect, wants to see this movie. Don't mean to assert that it's wrong to want to see it--just that I don't *get* it bec. those kinds of movies piss me off!
Yes! Yes! Oh, God, I LOVE that movie so fucking much. And that argument scene between Nicola and her mother is heartbreaking--well, really, the whole movie is heartbreaking in its own quiet way. Maybe because it's about real living breathing human emotions and not bathetic Hollywood Oprah claptrap. Hmmm.
I saw Life Is Sweet when it was first in the theaters in Boston and I remember the audience reaction when Nicola pulled that huge suitcase full of junk food from under the bed--this collective "Ohhhhhh," like some great mystery about her character had just been solved--and the total silence during her whole binge-purge scene. Nobody laughed or made stupid comments; they seemed to understand immediately just how sad what they were looking at really was, no matter how uncomfortable it made them. (See, every now and then the audience reaction can *enhance* a movie, not destroy it. No, really.)
Life Is Sweet, by gum, as mentioned above--a Mike Leigh vehicle from the late eighties featuring Jim Broadbent, Allison Steadman and the young lady who played Bubble on AbFab. A very fine slice-of-working-class-British-life movie with no Oprahfication whatsover.
Me too. :-) I didn't have the pleasure of seeing it in the theater--got it on VCR--but I can say that I sobbed when I watched it, and that I *kept* watching because although it was breaking me into pieces, it felt so, so *true.*
And that argument scene between Nicola and her mother is heartbreaking
That's exactly what I was thinking of. That's an incredibly wonderful scene.
Nobody laughed or made stupid comments
I want to believe that this could happen in the theater today. I really do.
"I want to believe that this could happen in the theater today. I really do."
Yeah, I know--but I have the unfortunate feeling that I'd be wrong about that. Morons. Which I why I almost never go to first-run movies anymore, unless it's something that would actually be *improved* by audience snickering. Harry Potter, say. ;-)
That particular experience really did completely add to the movie, though, the way I imagine audiences are *supposed* to enhance and not destroy it; the only other times I've felt that in a theater was the first time I saw Fellowship--the audience reaction when Gandalf went tumbling into the abyss--and during the interesting lab experiment of seeing Malcolm X once with a mostly white audience and again with a mostly black audience. During the hair-conking scenes the white audience was tittering nervously, like they were afraid it would be racist to actually laugh; the black audience, on the other hand, was on the floor.
You know, usually I hate chick flicks, but I guess I'll have to see this one because I read the book when I was like twelve and i sort of liked it and now i want to see the movie even though i hate every single julia roberts movie in the world and i'm losing my credibility by even posting this oh god oh god what's become of me?
It has James Garner, Maggie Smith and Ellen Burstyn. I could sit through it just for them. Plus, I have a Southern family, and the book wasn't that off-base in the portrayal of Southern women in the 40's and the things they had to deal with. Of course, the movie will rip out any possible social commentary that made the book interesting.
But think of the fun of making retching noises whilst Ashley Judd is onscreen! Whee!
I remember when I agreed to watch my mothers favourite movie with her "Steel Magnolias". I barely escaped without tearing off my own corneas to stuff them in my ears.
Mom just went to watch Yaya alone (because no one else wanted to see it).
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Date: 2002-06-07 07:38 am (UTC)Okay, maybe not Unfaithful.
The real pisser is she's, like, 80 so I can't ditch her and go next door and watch Spirit or Spider-Man or whatever.
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Date: 2002-06-07 08:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-06-07 07:28 am (UTC)If I lived in the same state as my mom, I'd have to go see it too. :-\
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Date: 2002-06-07 07:36 am (UTC)What is wrong with women that they actually pay *money* to see this shit? Seriously.
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Date: 2002-06-07 07:49 am (UTC)LOL! Oh, most perfect. :-D
I'm not sure what pisses me off most about chick flicks: the pseudofeminist bullshit trotted out ("Men are *pigs*!) to thinly veil the "I NEED A MAAAAAN!!!!!" urplot, the scenes involving dancing and singing and wacky fun, or the inevitable, inevitable deaths of mothers (or friends, or fathers, or lovers) by cancer, heart attack, AIDS, or some such. Plus, I have a horrible, *horrible* feeling that some women look at the Meg Ryan characters and think, *Wow! Her problems are just like mine!"
My idea of a mother-daughter chick flick is *Life is Sweet.*
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Date: 2002-06-07 11:48 am (UTC)have I ever mentioned that my beloved partner thinks that Bad Taste is a good film which is worth watching?
*shudder*
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Date: 2002-06-07 12:00 pm (UTC)There's vomit drinking in it.
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Date: 2002-06-07 12:11 pm (UTC)*cries*
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You're not thinking of those old cartoons, are you?
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Date: 2002-06-07 08:04 am (UTC)I saw Life Is Sweet when it was first in the theaters in Boston and I remember the audience reaction when Nicola pulled that huge suitcase full of junk food from under the bed--this collective "Ohhhhhh," like some great mystery about her character had just been solved--and the total silence during her whole binge-purge scene. Nobody laughed or made stupid comments; they seemed to understand immediately just how sad what they were looking at really was, no matter how uncomfortable it made them. (See, every now and then the audience reaction can *enhance* a movie, not destroy it. No, really.)
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Date: 2002-06-07 09:02 am (UTC)Me too. :-) I didn't have the pleasure of seeing it in the theater--got it on VCR--but I can say that I sobbed when I watched it, and that I *kept* watching because although it was breaking me into pieces, it felt so, so *true.*
And that argument scene between Nicola and her mother is heartbreaking
That's exactly what I was thinking of. That's an incredibly wonderful scene.
Nobody laughed or made stupid comments
I want to believe that this could happen in the theater today. I really do.
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Date: 2002-06-07 09:10 am (UTC)Yeah, I know--but I have the unfortunate feeling that I'd be wrong about that. Morons. Which I why I almost never go to first-run movies anymore, unless it's something that would actually be *improved* by audience snickering. Harry Potter, say. ;-)
That particular experience really did completely add to the movie, though, the way I imagine audiences are *supposed* to enhance and not destroy it; the only other times I've felt that in a theater was the first time I saw Fellowship--the audience reaction when Gandalf went tumbling into the abyss--and during the interesting lab experiment of seeing Malcolm X once with a mostly white audience and again with a mostly black audience. During the hair-conking scenes the white audience was tittering nervously, like they were afraid it would be racist to actually laugh; the black audience, on the other hand, was on the floor.
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Maybe it will be good.
It's okay
Date: 2002-06-07 12:39 pm (UTC)I don't think Julia Roberts is actually in it. One thing to look forward to, at least...
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Date: 2002-06-07 04:15 pm (UTC)But think of the fun of making retching noises whilst Ashley Judd is onscreen! Whee!
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Date: 2002-06-07 05:19 pm (UTC)I remember when I agreed to watch my mothers favourite movie with her "Steel Magnolias". I barely escaped without tearing off my own corneas to stuff them in my ears.
Mom just went to watch Yaya alone (because no one else wanted to see it).
RUN RUN ANN!!!!!