Movies Et Al
Dec. 6th, 2021 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Cal's braces are going to be about $7,500, which is...less than I thought it might, so yay. We have to fork over $2,500 of it right after he has the initial installation, at which point I think we can go to an instalment plan. We also owe VIVA! his choir fees (still, because I am a dumb-ass, and also depressed), which needs to be settled soon, and and and and. But things are getting better, generally. I like the fact that I've slowly managed to wind the time of night I usually get tired enough to go to sleep back from 7:00 AM to 4:00 AM to 2:00 AM, mainly by setting a time to get up no matter what (10:00 AM) and not napping during the day. So yeah.
In other news, Mom and I went to see Ridley Scott's House of Gucci and enjoyed it a lot--it's great, and not in a "so bad it's good" way, either. It's opera. Lady Gaga and Adam Driver do really fine work as Patrizia Reggiani and Maurizio Gucci, our main tragic couple; their first sex scene manages to be simultaneously hot, sweet and hilarious, containing one of the most extended reaction shots I've ever seen (it proves that PIV sex really does look ridiculous unless you're participating, and possibly even then). Al Pacino is as committed as I've seen him in the last ten years. And Jared Leto is used to the best effect ever as Paolo Gucci, a sad sack, vaguely threatening bufo character (even the dialogue supports this reading) encased in a fat suit who croons many of his lines, delivering them in the weirdest pseudo-Italian accent I've ever heard: "You, oooooh. You're a chaaaaaaracter, you know-a thaaaaat?" Just masterful.
And I saw Black Widow, too. And it made me cry. Which is definitely part of what I wanted out of it--confirmation that the MCU finally recognizes just how fucking damaged Natasha Romanoff is and always has been, and why. It's so good that the introduction of Florence Pugh's Yelena Belova, clearly set up to be Black Widow II, doesn't rankle at all. I do wish they'd given it a better release, though, even if it did end up earning exactly as much as it was designed to earn (which is why they eventually had to give Scarlett her money, hidey hooooo). What a literal bunch of fucking dicks.
Also, [venue] wants the story I gave them! Thankfully. :)
In other news, Mom and I went to see Ridley Scott's House of Gucci and enjoyed it a lot--it's great, and not in a "so bad it's good" way, either. It's opera. Lady Gaga and Adam Driver do really fine work as Patrizia Reggiani and Maurizio Gucci, our main tragic couple; their first sex scene manages to be simultaneously hot, sweet and hilarious, containing one of the most extended reaction shots I've ever seen (it proves that PIV sex really does look ridiculous unless you're participating, and possibly even then). Al Pacino is as committed as I've seen him in the last ten years. And Jared Leto is used to the best effect ever as Paolo Gucci, a sad sack, vaguely threatening bufo character (even the dialogue supports this reading) encased in a fat suit who croons many of his lines, delivering them in the weirdest pseudo-Italian accent I've ever heard: "You, oooooh. You're a chaaaaaaracter, you know-a thaaaaat?" Just masterful.
And I saw Black Widow, too. And it made me cry. Which is definitely part of what I wanted out of it--confirmation that the MCU finally recognizes just how fucking damaged Natasha Romanoff is and always has been, and why. It's so good that the introduction of Florence Pugh's Yelena Belova, clearly set up to be Black Widow II, doesn't rankle at all. I do wish they'd given it a better release, though, even if it did end up earning exactly as much as it was designed to earn (which is why they eventually had to give Scarlett her money, hidey hooooo). What a literal bunch of fucking dicks.
Also, [venue] wants the story I gave them! Thankfully. :)