The one reason to see this film is because Quvenzhane Wallis is the cutest little kid ever seen in a film. So many scenes are made by her expressions and reactions, although my absolute favourite scene was probably scripted. In that scene she accidentally sets fire to her house. It was an understated film in many ways. It was exactly the kind of story a child would tell, where not everything quite makes sense, the small things are as important as the big things. I liked the nostalgic militaryevoking music at the beginning and the end. I liked how it was shot handheld. It was an original representation of a very commonly told story though, which meant that I really wasn’t overawed by the material. I think Benh Zeitlin totally aced the direction, and I’ll be excited for what comes next.
This film we saw at the Watershed, my usual cinema of choice, there was a crowd at the showing, we sat at the back, I’m not doing that again – far too many super tall people ruining my view, I felt like a spy. Before the film we started our date by going to a talk about art in the history of books. There was so much potential for this to be absorbing and fascinating, but as it happens, the speaker was dull and I got good, as did my super hot boyfriend (I’m not going to boring stuff with him anymore, he’s too distracting. That’s the major problem with super hot boyfriends). We tried the only Korean Restaurant in town, I was very grateful to have my dinner cooked and purchased for me, it was nice, but not intriguing enough that I’d want to go back. We didn’t talk much about the film after, we simply agreed that it would like an Oscar and that was that. When we got home, we drank away our day with my current special offer wine (Mcguigan Merlot £5.99 each, £12 for 2). Company 5*, film 4* and dinner 3*.
This has been my favourite movie night so far. Instead of rushing from wherever I was late leaving yoga or other films, or talks, or sometimes work, this time we were for dinner and then a drink first. The dinner was really good. The first delicious steak I’ve had in Bristol. We were still kind of late for the movie but I didn’t mind so much. I had highish hopes for Holy Motors, from the Cannes buzz, although since it is a journey film set in a limo it immediately brought to mind Cosmopolis, which felt something like sitting in traffic for several hours. It dragged a little. I was left empty and wanting by so much of it, I wanted to invest more in the central “character” but the only glimpses of him were in the car. It was bit of a showreel, as we left I heard people discussing what a great actor Denis Lavant is. However I left wanting to talk about it, and talking about it topped off a lovely evening (after a slightly frustrating trip to the corner store).
I approached this film with some trepidation. It was by far the best of a bad lot, but I was concerned that it would drag and be overly sentimental. Fortunately it turned out that the title was a red herring, the film was about loneliness and isolation. It was based loosely on a dream I had about being trapped in a space station, in my dream NASA informed me that I was to live there alone to perform some kind of experiment and that my family thought I had died on the journey – that would have made a much better film actually. However any film with an astronaut can’t be all that bad, and it really wasn’t. I particularly enjoyed one of the interviews where a man gave a really great anecdote about the closeness of death. The slo-mo civil war pics were ace, and whilst it really was pseudo philosophical it left me with enough to think about. Production values were super high, I’d love to see more films like this, on someone’s personal theme.
I really liked the sound the astronaut made when he flicked his cheek, Tom can do that, it’s pretty cool.
I also appreciated the cinema letting me leave a ticket at the box office, a relaxing glass of wine before the film and the better than average company.