outshine the sun (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} borrowedwings) wrote,@ 2009-10-30 01:13:00 |
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movies that make my head spin
I haven't updated for ten days, which really isn't like me. I will fight to keep LJ alive, darnit!
I think part of the reason I've been putting it off is I kept thinking I would write more about Where the Wild Things Are, and how psychologically interesting it is, and how amazing Lauren Ambrose is and how her presence in WTWTA makes me feel better about her NOT being in The Time-Traveler's Wife. She, not Rachel McAdams, is very definitively who I pictured in that role. Haven't even seen The Time-Traveler's Wife. The reviews did not have nice things to say.
While we're on the subject of movies, the trailer for The Lovely Bones looks like it has potential and got a lot of the details right. And the trailer for the new Alice in Wonderland gives me a strange feeling of intrigue mixed with ambivalence, because it seems like it's just Tim Burton being Tim Burton and Johnny Depp being his go-to guy, they don't seem to be doing anything very special with the story of Alice. And Alice is way too old. But perhaps it will be a pleasant surprise. I still want to see it, of course. And I love Anne Hathaway, and the white queen could be a fun role for her.
Yesterday, I watched the weirdest horror movie ever: Hello, Mary Lou: Prom Night II. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the original Prom Night starring Jamie Lee Curtis, and is more a ripoff of Carrie with elements of The Exorcist and Nightmare on Elm Street thrown in. I kind of want to write an in-depth recap of it, just to share the strangeness.
The Reader's Digest version: In 1957, Mary Lou is a big slut. And tells a priest so during confession, rather proudly. Then she goes to the prom, cheats on her boyfriend, publicly breaks up with him, and then gets crowned Queen of the Prom. Her boyfriend, to get back at her, drops a cherry bomb from the rafters, the fuse of which catches her dress and lights on fire. So she burns to death, somehow without the fire spreading to anyone or anything around her.
Thirty years later: it's 1987. Vicky is a good little Christian girl with a strict conservative mother who disapproves of her motorcycle-riding boyfriend and will not spring for a prom dress, so Vicky goes digging in the high school prop room for a dress she can use, and ends up finding a trunk containing the crown, sash, and cape that Mary Lou never got to wear in 1957, thereby releasing the very pissed off spirit, who spends some time running around causing nightmares and bringing to life the full-size carousel horse in Vicky's bedroom (why does she have a carousel horse in her bedroom?) so that it can display red eyes and make sexual tongue motions. But eventually Mary Lou manages to fully possess Vicky and spend some more time being strange and having pseudo-sexual/deadly encounters with various people, including the guy she cheated on her boyfriend with back in 1957, who is now a priest. And SURPRISE-- her former boyfriend, the one who accidentally killed her, is now the principal of the high school, because when you watch your girlfriend die a violent death, of course you would want to spend long hours in that location as an adult.
Weirdest. Movie. Ever. Can't deny that it was entertaining, however. More so than the far more logical Prom Night.
I haven't updated for ten days, which really isn't like me. I will fight to keep LJ alive, darnit!
I think part of the reason I've been putting it off is I kept thinking I would write more about Where the Wild Things Are, and how psychologically interesting it is, and how amazing Lauren Ambrose is and how her presence in WTWTA makes me feel better about her NOT being in The Time-Traveler's Wife. She, not Rachel McAdams, is very definitively who I pictured in that role. Haven't even seen The Time-Traveler's Wife. The reviews did not have nice things to say.
While we're on the subject of movies, the trailer for The Lovely Bones looks like it has potential and got a lot of the details right. And the trailer for the new Alice in Wonderland gives me a strange feeling of intrigue mixed with ambivalence, because it seems like it's just Tim Burton being Tim Burton and Johnny Depp being his go-to guy, they don't seem to be doing anything very special with the story of Alice. And Alice is way too old. But perhaps it will be a pleasant surprise. I still want to see it, of course. And I love Anne Hathaway, and the white queen could be a fun role for her.
Yesterday, I watched the weirdest horror movie ever: Hello, Mary Lou: Prom Night II. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the original Prom Night starring Jamie Lee Curtis, and is more a ripoff of Carrie with elements of The Exorcist and Nightmare on Elm Street thrown in. I kind of want to write an in-depth recap of it, just to share the strangeness.
The Reader's Digest version: In 1957, Mary Lou is a big slut. And tells a priest so during confession, rather proudly. Then she goes to the prom, cheats on her boyfriend, publicly breaks up with him, and then gets crowned Queen of the Prom. Her boyfriend, to get back at her, drops a cherry bomb from the rafters, the fuse of which catches her dress and lights on fire. So she burns to death, somehow without the fire spreading to anyone or anything around her.
Thirty years later: it's 1987. Vicky is a good little Christian girl with a strict conservative mother who disapproves of her motorcycle-riding boyfriend and will not spring for a prom dress, so Vicky goes digging in the high school prop room for a dress she can use, and ends up finding a trunk containing the crown, sash, and cape that Mary Lou never got to wear in 1957, thereby releasing the very pissed off spirit, who spends some time running around causing nightmares and bringing to life the full-size carousel horse in Vicky's bedroom (why does she have a carousel horse in her bedroom?) so that it can display red eyes and make sexual tongue motions. But eventually Mary Lou manages to fully possess Vicky and spend some more time being strange and having pseudo-sexual/deadly encounters with various people, including the guy she cheated on her boyfriend with back in 1957, who is now a priest. And SURPRISE-- her former boyfriend, the one who accidentally killed her, is now the principal of the high school, because when you watch your girlfriend die a violent death, of course you would want to spend long hours in that location as an adult.
Weirdest. Movie. Ever. Can't deny that it was entertaining, however. More so than the far more logical Prom Night.
