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apocalypsosI was supposed to be doing homework today. Instead, I was mostly knocking movies off my Oscarwatch list.
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Eh. I didn't find it as funny as everyone else seemed to, although I did find it funny. And Melissa McCarthy was great, just as she is everything else she acts in, but I would have nominated Kristen Wiig instead. She's a strong, funny lead and her restraint was impeccable in the scenes where she was trying desperately not to whack Rose Byrne over the head with the nearest blunt object.
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The opening narration by George Clooney was a huge turn-off -- it didn't need to be there considering the accompanying scenes showed the same damn things he was saying just fine -- but once that went away I liked the movie loads better. George Clooney managed to act his way through the movie without doing the incredibly-charming can-get-away-with-murder schtick that he defaults to when he calls stuff in, which I appreciated.
I'll also give credit where credit's due to Shailene Woodley for doing one hell of a job in her role as his daughter, which is hard for me to admit as I have watched part of that insipid pregnant-teen ABC Family show and it makes me want to drive nails into my eyes with an enormous mallet.
Also, Hawaii. I love Hawaii. I really need to go one day. *sigh*
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As I said on Twitter, I have seen six-year-old girls who did not love horses as much as the people in this movie loved this goddamn horse.
Not that it was a bad movie. Not by a longshot. It's a war movie by Steven Spielberg, for Pete's sake. He usually does those quite well, and this one was no exception. The acting is all-around phenomenal, and visually it's a treat - the cinematography and art direction are gorgeous. But again, it's Spielberg. The guy knows when and how to put the effort in.
Seriously, though - there is this long stretch where Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch's characters have this thinly veiled homoerotic thing going on, and I imagine there is already fic, or that there will be, and all I know is that the entire thing assured me that all is right with the world.
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I have thirteen movies left to see before the Oscars, and this year I will complete Oscarwatch before the day of the show if it goddamn KILLS me. Hmph.
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Eh. I didn't find it as funny as everyone else seemed to, although I did find it funny. And Melissa McCarthy was great, just as she is everything else she acts in, but I would have nominated Kristen Wiig instead. She's a strong, funny lead and her restraint was impeccable in the scenes where she was trying desperately not to whack Rose Byrne over the head with the nearest blunt object.
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The opening narration by George Clooney was a huge turn-off -- it didn't need to be there considering the accompanying scenes showed the same damn things he was saying just fine -- but once that went away I liked the movie loads better. George Clooney managed to act his way through the movie without doing the incredibly-charming can-get-away-with-murder schtick that he defaults to when he calls stuff in, which I appreciated.
I'll also give credit where credit's due to Shailene Woodley for doing one hell of a job in her role as his daughter, which is hard for me to admit as I have watched part of that insipid pregnant-teen ABC Family show and it makes me want to drive nails into my eyes with an enormous mallet.
Also, Hawaii. I love Hawaii. I really need to go one day. *sigh*
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As I said on Twitter, I have seen six-year-old girls who did not love horses as much as the people in this movie loved this goddamn horse.
Not that it was a bad movie. Not by a longshot. It's a war movie by Steven Spielberg, for Pete's sake. He usually does those quite well, and this one was no exception. The acting is all-around phenomenal, and visually it's a treat - the cinematography and art direction are gorgeous. But again, it's Spielberg. The guy knows when and how to put the effort in.
Seriously, though - there is this long stretch where Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch's characters have this thinly veiled homoerotic thing going on, and I imagine there is already fic, or that there will be, and all I know is that the entire thing assured me that all is right with the world.
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I have thirteen movies left to see before the Oscars, and this year I will complete Oscarwatch before the day of the show if it goddamn KILLS me. Hmph.
