In theory, Albert Nobbs is close to my idea of a perfect movie. In practice, however, it is the exact opposite. I have every reason to fall in love with the titular character, played by Glenn Close, and, yet, I didn’t even like him. Continue reading “Albert Nobbs (Garcia, 2011)”
I’m sort of picky about films. I’m not a movie snob–well at least I try not to be, and I enjoy a wide spectrum of movies. But, I rarely commit to a movie. I rarely get hooked. I usually recommend films with a caveat about how it’s not great. So, when I say I am over the moon with a film–I mean it. And I’m so over the moon with Mike Mills’ Beginners. As a result I’m left to try and figure out why this movie made the cut and so many others didn’t. Continue reading “Beginners (Mills, 2010)”
For the past couple of years I’ve been sort of whining, complaining, and ranting about how I want to see a movie that “just happens to be gay” (I’ve said that a thousand times). What I was reffering when I said that was how I was burned out on movies that had gay characters that seemed to be primarily just gay as opposed to, you know, actual three-dimensional people. I wanted a movie that was about people who didn’t go into their coming-out stories because really most of them are quite boring (I’m including myself here, guys), that didn’t proverbially wave the rainbow flag through the whole thing or try to tell what it’s like to be gay. I wanted a movie that told a story about people who lived, thought, and acted from places within themselves beyond their sexuality. Having said that, I feel like after seeing The Kids Are All Right, I’m less entitled to my complaint, and gladly so.
Some people live in a world where it seems completely natural to break out into song and dance and others do not. I walk around suppressing the urge to burst into song about 80% of the time. So it makes complete sense to me, but imaginations come in all shapes and sizes. Nine manages, like a good musical, to make every song and/or dance number seem like a completely appropriate expression of the emotion being felt by the character(s). Continue reading “Nine (Marshall, 2009)”
I don’t usually watch too many Westerns. It’s not that I have a problem with the genre, and I have in fact seen some that I really like. I’m thinking specifically of Red River and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, although the latter is probably pushing it in qualifying as a Western. So why did I decide to watch Nick Ray’s Johnny Guitar? I like Joan Crawford, but I’ll pick Barbara Stanwyck over her any day. I’m not extremely familiar with Nick Ray—so it wasn’t him. I watched it because I, like many others, follow, what I like to call, the gay Hansel and Gretel trail. If you’re on it, you know what I’m talking about. Don’t get excited, Joan Crawford does not play a lesbian in this movie, unfortunately, but Nick Ray does do some really interesting things with the gender roles of the characters, especially the females. Continue reading “Johnny Guitar (Ray, 1954)”