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handful_ofdustHey, so...I'm proud to say that after having it out for over an entire week, I finally watched The Matador. And ya know? It really rocks. Pierce Brosnan taking the mickey out of himself doesn't get any better, unless paired (as it is here) with Greg Kinnear and Hope Davis as the sweetest yet least stupid couple in the world, former high school lovers who've been married fourteen years and survived the death of their only child, yet still like to fuck on top of the washing machine with unapologetic enthusiasm. Weinstein Group, for the win! (Except in terms of money, I guess...oh well.)
In other news, I also rented 30 Days of Night, which is exactly as good as I remember it being--and man, my Ben Foster obsession is getting pretty funny, because this time I found myself staring at the bad hair, bad teeth, bad self-upkeep of all possible types Renfield he plays in it and thinking: Wow, that's the ruin of a really attractive guy, there. I mean, he could just take a bath and swish with Scope, and I might even hit that. (Granted, probably not right after he'd had his usual dinner of whiskey and/or rum plus a big bowl of raw hamburger--or, as I like to call it, "Mad Cow sashimi".) Also amusing: Realizing that Foster is only slightly taller than Melissa George, while Josh Hartnett looms over both of them like a fucking parka-clad tree.
I still like the Eben/Stella dynamics better than in the graphic novel, mainly because difficult on both sides is always a bit more interesting to me than oh-I-love-you-so-much, never-leave-me (SHIT!) will ever be. And I like the little subtextual things I keep thinking I see George herself slip in, here and there--the way that Stella obviously really personally digs on being able to carry a gun and threaten people with it, for example, vs. the way she talks Eben down from almost giving Foster what he wants in the "They didn't take me."/"Who did they take?"/"They didn't take me." scene. Like what she's saying is: No, you're better than that...better than ME. Don't do it just because I would. By the time we get where we're going, that last look on her face utterly convinces me that there could indeed be Dark Days ahead, if Dark Horse and Ghost House decide to shell out for them.
At any rate: I've already sketched out a short story with a main character who's like my own exploration of the Stranger, indulging once more in my many Renfield issues, so that's a partial weekend well-spent. But my head's been low-grade hurting all day, so it's just been a grind of chores otherwise. Really hope Steve's up for something when you comes back, aside from falling over.
In other news, I also rented 30 Days of Night, which is exactly as good as I remember it being--and man, my Ben Foster obsession is getting pretty funny, because this time I found myself staring at the bad hair, bad teeth, bad self-upkeep of all possible types Renfield he plays in it and thinking: Wow, that's the ruin of a really attractive guy, there. I mean, he could just take a bath and swish with Scope, and I might even hit that. (Granted, probably not right after he'd had his usual dinner of whiskey and/or rum plus a big bowl of raw hamburger--or, as I like to call it, "Mad Cow sashimi".) Also amusing: Realizing that Foster is only slightly taller than Melissa George, while Josh Hartnett looms over both of them like a fucking parka-clad tree.
I still like the Eben/Stella dynamics better than in the graphic novel, mainly because difficult on both sides is always a bit more interesting to me than oh-I-love-you-so-much, never-leave-me (SHIT!) will ever be. And I like the little subtextual things I keep thinking I see George herself slip in, here and there--the way that Stella obviously really personally digs on being able to carry a gun and threaten people with it, for example, vs. the way she talks Eben down from almost giving Foster what he wants in the "They didn't take me."/"Who did they take?"/"They didn't take me." scene. Like what she's saying is: No, you're better than that...better than ME. Don't do it just because I would. By the time we get where we're going, that last look on her face utterly convinces me that there could indeed be Dark Days ahead, if Dark Horse and Ghost House decide to shell out for them.
At any rate: I've already sketched out a short story with a main character who's like my own exploration of the Stranger, indulging once more in my many Renfield issues, so that's a partial weekend well-spent. But my head's been low-grade hurting all day, so it's just been a grind of chores otherwise. Really hope Steve's up for something when you comes back, aside from falling over.
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Date: 2008-03-03 04:44 am (UTC)