a broken lull.

well, damn. just as i was settling into the idea of seeing lost in translation next monday (along with the eye), i catch a bit of le septieme on tv and they're fuckin' talking about gus van sant's elephant, praising the damn thing like every serious film theorist is doing. there was nothing new said, they were extremely eloquent and sensitive when talking about the film -- it was just not the right time to about it like that.

now i'm confused again. lol

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never swear you won't see a certain film. never do that. not even to yourself.
of course it's oscar contention was overblown, hold bob and harvey weinstein responsible for that, but damn if i just didn't have a great time watching chicago and damn if it didn't just zip by in no time.

and renée zelwegger can act her way out of a paperbag. she can quip jokes, she can act, she can dance. bravo to her for pulling this thing off. and the other star of this show, richard gere, the one-face man, actually dazzled me more than once. thank a great script, good songs (that kinda all sound like the same one), and great choreography for that. oh, and yes, rob marshall, i will admit, knows how to direct a fuckin' flick (but a musical -- i'll reserve judgement on other genres when i see what he does with them). but yes, i loved the direction. and the editing. and the sound design (the atmosphere was all around me!).

last mention goes to taye diggs who nailed his part even though it was probably a total of 5 minutes of screen time. and that script, again. i know nothing about the musical so i'll credit the script for them but the little taye diggs/christine baranski "voiceover" bits were tremendously fun and they helped nail the feeling of the piece.

very nice.
here ends my personal feud with rob marshall and his chicago.
it was still not worthy of winning 150 oscars earlier this year but he simply won me over.

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