Where were we? Ah yes, the New London Winter Film Festival.
Let's jump right in, shall we?
In the interest of full disclosure, I was summoned to dinner with the Brits that Friday night, and therefore was unable to make the Film Fest. So I downloaded the movie from iTunes for $4, and watched it on my laptop. It wasn't quite the same as watching it in grand style on the big screen at the Garde Theater, but at least I didn't miss anything. Except for seeing the movie with 1100 of my best friends. 1100!
What a great movie. I had heard it was good, I had heard it was tense, but I didn't expect it to be quite so funny. Great story, great acting, great pace. So well-balanced and compelling. I kept saying, out loud, to myself, "This is a good movie."
Congrats to all the Argo-nauts, for winning Best Picture.
And while we're at it, "Argo f*ck yourself."
That's what I kept yelling at the tv on Oscar night any time anybody from Life of Pi was nominated, was shown on camera, or was mentioned. I think I had the accent down by about the 34th time. And nobody threw anything at me, not once.
I loved this movie. I loved its dreaminess, I loved its effects, I loved its allegorical plot, and I especially loved Pi Patel, as a kid and as a man.
I read -- and loved -- the book when it came out, and thought it would be unfilmable. But Ang Lee is the man. This is a guy who work with actorly actors like Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet and Hugh Grant in Sense and Sensibility, and Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal and Michelle Williams in Brokeback Mountain (swoon). And now here he is filming a special effects Bengal Tiger. In 3-D. I'm in thrall. And so happy for his Best Director win.
No idea; I didn't go, but I believe things did not end well for ol' Ms. Karenina.
This movie kicked my ass. I still don't know if I loved it or hated it.
To paraphrase both Katie and Chris, movies are supposed to have an effect on you. And this one did.
I have always carried the philosophy that movies are a personal, specific moment in time. If you're comfortable and calm and happy, you can bring the movies in, and love them. If you're distracted and agitated and uncomfortable, you won't find them as forgiving. I was hot and my jeans were uncomfortable and I drank too much before the movie started and it was not a great movie-going experience for me.
But Marion Cotillard was amazing. I had only ever seen her in La Vie En Rose in 2007, six years ago, when she was, stunningly, 32, but played a much, much older Edith Piaf. She was brilliant in this movie, too, but the movie was so difficult for me; the characters were so difficult for me.
But hey, movies are supposed to have an effect on you.
And as for the special effects? Not to give anything away but the knocked-off-legs? I haven't read about how director Jacques Audiard pulled that off and I'm not going to; I prefer to believe it was the magic of movies.
Oh, what a lovely movie. I love Bérénice Bejo; she's my new girl crush. I love those long arms, swinging around while she was tap-dancing. I really wish I knew how to tap dance so we could do a tap-dancing duet together.
We were laughing afterward, that The Artist won Best Picture for 2011 and Argo won for 2012 -- Hollywood certainly loves itself. And good for them -- who doesn't wish for such an exalted sense of self confidence?
2011 Best Actor Oscar Winner Jean Dujardin was charming and nailed the self-aware mugging of the silent film star. John Goodman -- who is all over the place in this Film Festival -- was pitch-perfect. But for me, the movie belonged to Peppy Miller.
Oh yes, and to Uggie the Doggie.
We had a special celebrity guest star visitor for this movie yesterday
. . . Mom! We brought her right up into the balcony and right into the fold and she loved it.
And oh how I loved it too.
I loved Bill Murray and Frances McDormand -- I love everything Frances McDormand does, always. I loved Ed Norton as Scout Master Ward and Tilda Swinton as Social Services, and the three little boys as the pseudo Greek Chorus. but this movie belonged to Suzy and Sam. Those two kids were magical and adorable and delightful. And had good wilderness skills.
What a talent Wes Anderson is. I need to have myself a Wes Anderson Film Fest.
This Film Festival rocks. And New London is loving it.
See you at Sugar Man.