There's so many of them in this movie. For instance, the protagonist, Tita, crochets a seemingly neverending blanket to attempt to warm herself from the cold she feels from seeing the man she loves marry her sister. Okay, if my man did that and I was never allowed to be married period and had to take care of my cruel mother (this woman makes her daughter give her sponge baths. If that's not cruel, I don't know what is) until she croaked, I think the last thing I'd do is make a quilt. This is heartbreaking. I want to see profanities in the subtitles (therefore improving my Spanish) and a number of broken vases, not some image of Tita in a carriage with the endless quilt cascading in the wind as she abandons her only home. I want some quality tears and suffering instead of metaphors for how one can never fully leave their past. Jeez, is that really so much to ask?
Eh...movies.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Like Water for Chocolate
There's so many of them in this movie. For instance, the protagonist, Tita, crochets a seemingly neverending blanket to attempt to warm herself from the cold she feels from seeing the man she loves marry her sister. Okay, if my man did that and I was never allowed to be married period and had to take care of my cruel mother (this woman makes her daughter give her sponge baths. If that's not cruel, I don't know what is) until she croaked, I think the last thing I'd do is make a quilt. This is heartbreaking. I want to see profanities in the subtitles (therefore improving my Spanish) and a number of broken vases, not some image of Tita in a carriage with the endless quilt cascading in the wind as she abandons her only home. I want some quality tears and suffering instead of metaphors for how one can never fully leave their past. Jeez, is that really so much to ask?
Monday, June 14, 2010
Lost in Translation
And then Bob's wife just keeps faxing him and faxing him in the beginning (as if their marriage suffers from a general lack of intimacy or something). I mean, it takes this woman FOREVER to pick up a phone. I don't know about the rest of you, but I like my characters like I like my shopping skills: SMART.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Introduction/The Godfather
My relationship with movies is this: if they don't bother me, I don't bother them. If they know they're bad, I won't say a word. It's the so-called "great" ones I don't like. Pssh, get over yourselves.
Like The Godfather. Especially The Godfather, because everyone says it's the best movie of all time. Um, alright.
Everyone always praises Marlon Brando like I don't know what. Please. He walked around with cottonballs in his mouth--that contributed about 90% to the "acting". And the raspy voice? Give me a pack of Marlboros and a wisdom tooth removal surgery and I can do the same "Oscar-worthy" performance for you.
Oh, and that "I'll give him an offer he can't refuse" line--that's a REAL keeper. Except not. Because there is no offer, Vito Corleone. You just put a bloody horse head into some guy's bed, freaking him out enough to do whatever you want. That's not an offer, that's a threat. Let's make some sense here, okay?
And let's not forget how the movie ends. The closed door. Ooh, get it? It's a metaphor for how they can't communicate! But what if Diane Keaton just decided "hey, I'm not going to wait until the second movie to become mildly interesting when I whine about my abortion" and just, wait for it...opened the door? There we go, problem solved. Bet you didn't think of that one, did you, Coppola?
But hey--don't think I forgot you, The Godfather Part II. If there's anything I can't stand more than The Godfather, it's the second one. Like DeNiro's acting. There we go again with that raspy voice. Because he's supposed to be Brando in his heyday and is trying to create continuity. Um, the captions saying "Vito Corleone" are enough. Stop trying to be believable.
And Fredo's Hail Mary/Fishing monologue is just...ugh. No one cares that you were the only Corleone brother to catch a fish, Fredo. You just pissed off Michael and your ass is grass. You sucked at defending your dad when he got shot five times at a fruit stand and, up until the middle of the second movie, you've pretty much been the least interesting Corleone. You even shave your 'stache to try and spice up your look. Am I supposed to magically like you more because you're a decent fisher and you happen to have an adorable child next to you listening to how that's the one thing you've ever had over your brothers? Because I don't.