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Apr. 12th, 2004 04:20 pmTwo films I've seen in the last couple of days.
First off, Master and Commander. Now I'm the last person to be snobby about films, I really am. I hate people that are snobby about things, because... I dunno. It's like they believe that liking more intellectual things makes them a better person, like they had some part in the making of the item or whatever. Likewise, I'm not someone who usually says you should read the book rather than see the film, or at least first... though there are exceptions. The Beach, for instance. I refuse to see the film because Rich was supposed to be *pale* and *dark haired* and *BRITISH* and they cast Leo.
Master and Commander is slightly different. By all means, watch the film. It's a fantastic film, and well worth watching, and if it encourages more people to read the fantastic series of books it was based on then more power to it. However, I think the books should be read first. Even if it's just one. Hell, I've only read two of the books, but I think it genuinely improved my enjoyment of the film because I *had* read them.
The bits of the film that my mother wasn't particularly fond of were the bits that I loved inordinately, because they were so true to the books. Like... the crap joke Jack made. Mum thought that was terribly corny, while I was giggling and feeling all fond of Jack and his 'wit'. Also she kept complaining that RC was too fat, while I argued that he was *supposed* to be! I adore Paul Bettany's portrayal of Maturin, and though I have no particular fondness for Russell Crowe I thought he did very well as Jack Aubrey.
Billy Boyd was mugging randomly in the background, and did pretty well at pretending not to be Scottish apart from a couple of odd pronunciations- rather like Alan Cumming in Goldeneye, in fact.
The action was fantastic- it was brutal and bloody and realistic and harsh. The soundtrack was beautiful- lovely use of Vaughan Williams, which had me choked up. Well worth watching.
Love actually? Actually, crap. Too many storylines that I couldn't care about, because they all seemed to be resolved entirely too quickly. I cared about Emma Thompson, and Liam Neeson, and the kid. That was it. I'm not going to say anything else about it, because I don't want to spoil those left to spoil... but I wouldn't. I really wouldn't.
Life here continues well. I'm staying an extra couple of days, because I need my mum. It's sad, but there it is. Sometimes a girl just needs to eat food that someone else has cooked, to get hugs for no other reason than she needs it, to feel like the responsibility rests on someone else. It's lovely to be here.
Sorry I haven't been on chat so much, but mother sleeps at 10pm and little G rarely gets off the computer before 9. Bloody power pets. I am improving my mind in the meantime... wandering around the house with classical music on cordless headphones and reading books that aren't HP or Discworld.
Oh, and anyone want to ask me anything? Anything at all? Feeling talkative, you might have noticed. ;)
First off, Master and Commander. Now I'm the last person to be snobby about films, I really am. I hate people that are snobby about things, because... I dunno. It's like they believe that liking more intellectual things makes them a better person, like they had some part in the making of the item or whatever. Likewise, I'm not someone who usually says you should read the book rather than see the film, or at least first... though there are exceptions. The Beach, for instance. I refuse to see the film because Rich was supposed to be *pale* and *dark haired* and *BRITISH* and they cast Leo.
Master and Commander is slightly different. By all means, watch the film. It's a fantastic film, and well worth watching, and if it encourages more people to read the fantastic series of books it was based on then more power to it. However, I think the books should be read first. Even if it's just one. Hell, I've only read two of the books, but I think it genuinely improved my enjoyment of the film because I *had* read them.
The bits of the film that my mother wasn't particularly fond of were the bits that I loved inordinately, because they were so true to the books. Like... the crap joke Jack made. Mum thought that was terribly corny, while I was giggling and feeling all fond of Jack and his 'wit'. Also she kept complaining that RC was too fat, while I argued that he was *supposed* to be! I adore Paul Bettany's portrayal of Maturin, and though I have no particular fondness for Russell Crowe I thought he did very well as Jack Aubrey.
Billy Boyd was mugging randomly in the background, and did pretty well at pretending not to be Scottish apart from a couple of odd pronunciations- rather like Alan Cumming in Goldeneye, in fact.
The action was fantastic- it was brutal and bloody and realistic and harsh. The soundtrack was beautiful- lovely use of Vaughan Williams, which had me choked up. Well worth watching.
Love actually? Actually, crap. Too many storylines that I couldn't care about, because they all seemed to be resolved entirely too quickly. I cared about Emma Thompson, and Liam Neeson, and the kid. That was it. I'm not going to say anything else about it, because I don't want to spoil those left to spoil... but I wouldn't. I really wouldn't.
Life here continues well. I'm staying an extra couple of days, because I need my mum. It's sad, but there it is. Sometimes a girl just needs to eat food that someone else has cooked, to get hugs for no other reason than she needs it, to feel like the responsibility rests on someone else. It's lovely to be here.
Sorry I haven't been on chat so much, but mother sleeps at 10pm and little G rarely gets off the computer before 9. Bloody power pets. I am improving my mind in the meantime... wandering around the house with classical music on cordless headphones and reading books that aren't HP or Discworld.
Oh, and anyone want to ask me anything? Anything at all? Feeling talkative, you might have noticed. ;)
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