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kaiserkuchenThe last few days have been spent doing basically the same things over and over, except in slightly different combinations and constellations.
Example the first: Watching MOVIES:
If I switched Thursday evening with Friday, I have basically been watching a movie a day since then until Monday :D. Even so, I gotta say that I am Not Pleased at how the ticket prices seem to have shot up in BKK since I was here last year. UNCOOL.
Hurt Locker:
FUCKING AWESOME. You really see how and why this movie managed to earn all of its well-deserved accolades. (FUCK YEAH IT BEAT AVATAR). Kathryn Bigelow manages to create such a constant strum of tension and (no resorting to cheap tricks) suspense throughout the entire movie, and Jeremy Renner and his character (James) are insanely compelling to watch. I would've liked more about James and Sanborn interacting, but what we got was also good enough. And for all that the movie did not shy away from showing some heavy and depressing things, what rattled me the most has to have been the conversation that James had with his toddler son during the end of the movie, where he was back in the states. IMDB has it as this quote, and it does lose it's impact when you read it only but still: "You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy, your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don't ya? Yeah. But you know what, buddy? As you get older... some of the things you love might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe you'll realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And then you forget the few things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it's only one or two things. With me, I think it's one."
....AND THEN BOOM SCENE CHANGE and he's back in Iraq for one year, finally happy and defusing bombs with a smile on his face, because that is his only thing he actually well and truly loves.
Oh and I loved the random cameos in this movie-- hello Ralph Fiennes, Guy Pearce and Evangeline Lilley!
Alice in Wonderland 3D:
Possibly blasphemous for me to say, but A) I really could care less about 3D effects (SERIOUSLY, SHIT IS BLURRY HALF OF THE TIME) and B) I wasn't so hot on Johnny Depp's performance as the Hatter. I enjoyed most of the movie, don't get me wrong-- the costuming/hair/make-up and some of the set design really impressed me and I of course intensely covet most of Alice's wardrobe, but a part of me is still feeling distinctly underwhelmed by it. The Jabberwocky bits I also adored though, gotta give that a shout-out. I also became WAYYY overly invested in the fate of the Bloodhound character and his wife and pups (YAY THEY ALL LIVED). And the voice work of Stephen Fry and Alan Rickman, which goes without saying. I was surprised at how I ended up liking more of HBC's Red Queen then Anne Hathaway's White Queen though. HBC was just so much fun to stare at, and she looked gorgeous in some shots, strange and enormous head and all. I expected the White Queen to be more noticeably off-- or at least creepy, and my actual impression of her was just that she was loopy as fuck. Finding and reading this fic at least scratched that itch slightly though, ahh so good ♥.
Oh, and it has to be said that I quite liked the child actress they cast for bb!Alice. She was simply adorable, but had an interesting spark to her. I almost wish that Tim Burton had just done a straight-up adaptation of the books with her in the main role, ahhh.
Up in the Air:
Went into this movie with absolutely no expectations and no real idea of the plot besides that it's a George Clooney flick, and was thus wholly unprepared for how honestly good it was. I am fond of air travel myself and just the whole opening sequence with all the aerial shots had me charmed already. As did Mr. Clooney, though I am normally immune. He is arguably playing himself and it makes for interesting wrangling with the viewer, as you have the plus/happy feelings that most people feel for this actor and the fact that the character he's playing is basically a douchebag. I was surprised at how awesome the female characters were in this movie though. They are the true winners of the movie-- whilst Bingham has his epiphany that doesn't actually make him change his life, eventhough he is now aware that he lives an empty and meaningless existence, Natalie finally gets her dream job in her dream city and is set to fulfill her potential, having learned from her story-arc in the movie. Alex is also set, she still has her "actual real life" and her "fantasy escape business traveler life" and these two spheres remain separate and neat. That twist the movie pulled with the conclusion to Alex and Bingham's relationship will never stop being brilliant to me though, even if I did feel sorry for Bingham a bit. HIS TINY PLANT OF FEELINGS THAT SPROUTED THROUGH THE ARID DESERT OF HIS HEART WAS WHOLLY CRUSHED oh man oh man :DDDb
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus:
WHAT THE FUCK. If I weren't too lazy to find out how to make this giant text blink, I would. Clearly, watching this movie sober is a bad idea? I don't know. I appreciate the thought that they wanted to finish it and dedicate it to Heath and all and the random additions of Johnny, Jude and Colin were kind of amusing but the entire film just kind of fell short to me? I didn't feel a connection to the characters, I was just sitting there starting at the visuals and ocassionally marveling at Lily Cole(? Or is it Gemma Ward? I keep getting them mixed up, for no real reason)'s face and the fact that she has quite the ample bosom for a model. Oh well, it passed the time until I headed back to the hotel to go home with Dad.
Example the second: Hang out with awesome people:
These last few days doing assorted things with Ginger and co have again reaffirmed how important food is to Thai culture and being social in general and how I whole-heartedly adore this. I clearly am weak in my food-fu from all the time spent in Europe though, must work on this when I come back.
Example the third: Obsessively rewatch male figure-skating vids:
And by male figure-skating I mostly mean mainlining the ~oeuvre of one Stephane Lambiel. I MEAN JEEBUS CHRIST THIS GUY IS UNREAL. About as unreal and magical as a magical zebra in the winter with wings. The outfit will never stop making me lol, but his World Championship-winning performance here is so amazing.
AND SPEAKING OF AMAZING, THIS POST just about killed my browser, and my brain because holy HQ pics of sexyness, Batman!. BRB SWOONING FOREVERRRRRRRRR ♥ <-- Lal, this is totally the post I was talking about *_*b
Example the first: Watching MOVIES:
If I switched Thursday evening with Friday, I have basically been watching a movie a day since then until Monday :D. Even so, I gotta say that I am Not Pleased at how the ticket prices seem to have shot up in BKK since I was here last year. UNCOOL.
Hurt Locker:
FUCKING AWESOME. You really see how and why this movie managed to earn all of its well-deserved accolades. (FUCK YEAH IT BEAT AVATAR). Kathryn Bigelow manages to create such a constant strum of tension and (no resorting to cheap tricks) suspense throughout the entire movie, and Jeremy Renner and his character (James) are insanely compelling to watch. I would've liked more about James and Sanborn interacting, but what we got was also good enough. And for all that the movie did not shy away from showing some heavy and depressing things, what rattled me the most has to have been the conversation that James had with his toddler son during the end of the movie, where he was back in the states. IMDB has it as this quote, and it does lose it's impact when you read it only but still: "You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy, your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don't ya? Yeah. But you know what, buddy? As you get older... some of the things you love might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe you'll realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And then you forget the few things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it's only one or two things. With me, I think it's one."
....AND THEN BOOM SCENE CHANGE and he's back in Iraq for one year, finally happy and defusing bombs with a smile on his face, because that is his only thing he actually well and truly loves.
Oh and I loved the random cameos in this movie-- hello Ralph Fiennes, Guy Pearce and Evangeline Lilley!
Alice in Wonderland 3D:
Possibly blasphemous for me to say, but A) I really could care less about 3D effects (SERIOUSLY, SHIT IS BLURRY HALF OF THE TIME) and B) I wasn't so hot on Johnny Depp's performance as the Hatter. I enjoyed most of the movie, don't get me wrong-- the costuming/hair/make-up and some of the set design really impressed me and I of course intensely covet most of Alice's wardrobe, but a part of me is still feeling distinctly underwhelmed by it. The Jabberwocky bits I also adored though, gotta give that a shout-out. I also became WAYYY overly invested in the fate of the Bloodhound character and his wife and pups (YAY THEY ALL LIVED). And the voice work of Stephen Fry and Alan Rickman, which goes without saying. I was surprised at how I ended up liking more of HBC's Red Queen then Anne Hathaway's White Queen though. HBC was just so much fun to stare at, and she looked gorgeous in some shots, strange and enormous head and all. I expected the White Queen to be more noticeably off-- or at least creepy, and my actual impression of her was just that she was loopy as fuck. Finding and reading this fic at least scratched that itch slightly though, ahh so good ♥.
Oh, and it has to be said that I quite liked the child actress they cast for bb!Alice. She was simply adorable, but had an interesting spark to her. I almost wish that Tim Burton had just done a straight-up adaptation of the books with her in the main role, ahhh.
Up in the Air:
Went into this movie with absolutely no expectations and no real idea of the plot besides that it's a George Clooney flick, and was thus wholly unprepared for how honestly good it was. I am fond of air travel myself and just the whole opening sequence with all the aerial shots had me charmed already. As did Mr. Clooney, though I am normally immune. He is arguably playing himself and it makes for interesting wrangling with the viewer, as you have the plus/happy feelings that most people feel for this actor and the fact that the character he's playing is basically a douchebag. I was surprised at how awesome the female characters were in this movie though. They are the true winners of the movie-- whilst Bingham has his epiphany that doesn't actually make him change his life, eventhough he is now aware that he lives an empty and meaningless existence, Natalie finally gets her dream job in her dream city and is set to fulfill her potential, having learned from her story-arc in the movie. Alex is also set, she still has her "actual real life" and her "fantasy escape business traveler life" and these two spheres remain separate and neat. That twist the movie pulled with the conclusion to Alex and Bingham's relationship will never stop being brilliant to me though, even if I did feel sorry for Bingham a bit. HIS TINY PLANT OF FEELINGS THAT SPROUTED THROUGH THE ARID DESERT OF HIS HEART WAS WHOLLY CRUSHED oh man oh man :DDDb
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus:
WHAT THE FUCK. If I weren't too lazy to find out how to make this giant text blink, I would. Clearly, watching this movie sober is a bad idea? I don't know. I appreciate the thought that they wanted to finish it and dedicate it to Heath and all and the random additions of Johnny, Jude and Colin were kind of amusing but the entire film just kind of fell short to me? I didn't feel a connection to the characters, I was just sitting there starting at the visuals and ocassionally marveling at Lily Cole(? Or is it Gemma Ward? I keep getting them mixed up, for no real reason)'s face and the fact that she has quite the ample bosom for a model. Oh well, it passed the time until I headed back to the hotel to go home with Dad.
Example the second: Hang out with awesome people:
These last few days doing assorted things with Ginger and co have again reaffirmed how important food is to Thai culture and being social in general and how I whole-heartedly adore this. I clearly am weak in my food-fu from all the time spent in Europe though, must work on this when I come back.
Example the third: Obsessively rewatch male figure-skating vids:
And by male figure-skating I mostly mean mainlining the ~oeuvre of one Stephane Lambiel. I MEAN JEEBUS CHRIST THIS GUY IS UNREAL. About as unreal and magical as a magical zebra in the winter with wings. The outfit will never stop making me lol, but his World Championship-winning performance here is so amazing.
AND SPEAKING OF AMAZING, THIS POST just about killed my browser, and my brain because holy HQ pics of sexyness, Batman!. BRB SWOONING FOREVERRRRRRRRR ♥ <-- Lal, this is totally the post I was talking about *_*b
