After I saw Black Mass, I honestly didn’t think I was going to write a review on it. Then I was looking up what other writers were saying about it. This review is my humble opinion about the movie. What I thought was: it was great. It didn’t have this over the top sort of violence from scene to scene. Johnny Depp was terrifying. In a subtle way. Almost like a shark, with those piercing blue eyes and screwed up teeth. The way he was so calm but seething with anger.
The capturing of the essence of that era was on point, I thought. Aside from Mr. Depp, there was a huge cast of very good supporting actors. You know, like Egerton, Bacon, Cumberbatch, Johnson and Plemons (from Battleship). The most notable performance, though, aside from Joel Egerton– would have to be Peter Sarsgaard. I don’t think it’s an easy thing to nail a junky who finds himself in trouble with Jimmy ‘Whitey’ Bulger. He didn’t have a long time on the screen, but he is one of my favorite actors. I don’t think he gets enough credit. There would be eerie shots of Mr. Depp with other actors in a scene, and then there would be a long shot from the same angle but across the room. It was beautiful. I’ve included my favorite trailer, to get you pumped!
I just came home from seeing George Miller’s Mad Max: Fury Road. It was so pretty. I like how Mr. Miller put this new twist on it. Almost like it was an old penny, and he just polished it up. The visuals were stunning. Also, he still had a sliver of the seventy-nine almost eighties feel it needed. It was as though the atmosphere was akin to being at a rock concert.
I highly enjoyed the fast pace. I almost felt like I knew what was going to happen because I had read so much about who was in it…and based off of trailers. However, it exceeded my expectations. I also must point out how beautiful Riley Keough is. I’ve been following her few and far between acting moments. If you don’t know who she is, I have no problem letting you know. First, She started as a model (which is part of why Mr. Miller picked her for this part, I surmise). Second, She was in one of Justin Timberlake’s music videos. Last, but not least, she is Elvis’s granddaughter. She is just as pretty as Lisa Marie, and she smolders just like her grandfather.
Mr. Miller’s revision on Max, I feel, does homage to the original but has new and inventive additions. Really, there was only one thing I couldn’t stand, and that was dialogue. There were spots where the dialogue was a little wonky to me. Which, there was not much of. Other than that, I’d say, it was more than worth the almost thirteen plus dollars one would spend. Also, I hope other theaters were packed because mine was not. That doesn’t make me happy. I think that might be because it’s Thursday, and people think it opens tomorrow. It was one of the better films I’ve seen this year. So, go see it. Who wouldn’t want to watch smoking-hot Tom Hardy maneuver his way out of compromising conditions?
Wasn’t that awesome?
Today, I’m watching the documentary of Kurdt Cobain on HBO. It opens my heart to some many things. Kurt, the music, and Nirvana. All of these elements mean so much to me. I think when I was a teenager I had Nirvana playing 24/7. What can I say? That hasn’t already been covered? Anytime I ever forgot myself. Of who I am and where I come from. I would listen to my favorite songs of Nirvana. I had every album. I used to overload my dorm roommates mac computers from looking at tons of photos of kurt. I used to drive up to my house in Lynnwood from Cali where I was stationed at; listening to Nirvana the whole way. Putting it on full blast just as you enter the heart of Seattle…Ugh, I miss that. I think I did that drive 3-5 times. That same way. That drive from Cali is beautiful. It’s my absolute favorite. I would drive straight through, take some caffeine pills to stay awake. Get home right about mid-day. My grandma would always welcome me. My house, always smelled the same. She would give me hugs and kisses and say she knew I was tired, and I would crawl into my old bed and go to sleep. Forever it felt like. Anyway, the documentary brought a lot of those memories up. There was only a handful of home footage that I hadn’t seen, but I pretty much knew everything they put in that movie. My boyfriend was in awe of how they could scribble his words out like that. I don’t think it would be that hard to do some of the effects they did for that movie. It’s just nice to know that those things are not that hard to emulate. Guess that’s all I have for now. I just got done writing for my sci-fi class, and I’ve lost some sleep because of it. I still have more homework to do so; I’ll get to it. Go watch the documentary, it’s worth the watch. -JAG-
Sad news that Mr. Nimoy died. He was 83. Some would think that’s a long life. Other’s might think it was short. Mr. Spock meant so much to me because as a kid I was brought up on Star Trek. Star Wars and Star Trek. The thing is, Star Trek was more prevalent in my life because my dad used to watch it all the time. (My uncle too, he had the whole Star Trek collection on VHS) If he wasn’t watching Star Trek episodes (24/7) than he was watching the movies. I distinctly remember being very young and he would take me to the movie theaters. I honestly do not know how many times we saw Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home in theaters. You know, the one with the whales? At least 10 times. Just in the theater. That’s where my love of theater comes from.
So I had the BIGGEST crush on Mr. Spock. I don’t know what it was, but he was definitely my favorite. Maybe it’s because he sort of resembled my Dad. Maybe it was his cool, calm, and collected exterior. Whatever it was, I couldn’t wait to see what happened every week. Then my dad showed me Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan , you know, the one where he dies at the end. I was beside myself with grief. I cried and cried and my Dad felt so bad. He kept saying, “They bring him back in the next one!” while I just cried and cried some more. I cried so hard, he felt compelled to run to every video store he could find that had the copy of Star Trek III: The Search For Spock, you know, the one where he’s brought back to life. This time, he’s not coming back, and it is truly a huge loss.
Goodbye Mr. Spock, rest in peace.
When American Psycho came out, I was working at a movie theater near my home. (Of course.) It was my first real job. Well, I considered it to be a real job because it’s the only one I got on my own and that I really cared about having. Why? ‘Cause of the free movies, duh. Anyway, I was 17, and I’m pretty sure at that point I knew I would be joining the Navy. As soon as I graduated which would of been in another month.
Up until that point, I couldn’t wait to see this movie. I was obsessed with reading the magazine Premiere. Basically, anything I could get my hands on that had to do with movies. I could watch rated R movies and I loved anything with Christian Bale in it. Tell me a movie that wasn’t really good starring that man? Yeah, you can’t. He’s a really good actor. I remember paying attention to him at a really young age.
First, I had the biggest crush on him when I was about 8. He was in Disney’s Newsies, and I thought he was so hot. Then I remember seeing him in Henry V,(During my Shakespeare everything days.) when he was a small boy, and I pretty much followed his acting all the way to American Psycho. He’s brilliant.
I remember, already knowing that a woman directed this movie, and being jealous of that. It was the last showing, opening night, when I went to go see it. Practically all of the audience left during the middle of the movie. They just couldn’t take the…heat, I guess. I remember laughing at the socks and shoes part. That movie is just a classic. If you haven’t seen it, you’re missing a huge addition to movies you have seen. There’s not enough time in the year to catch you up on all of the classics. This is definitely one of them. Go see it! All I have to say, when it comes to directing, you need to follow actors. Big or small.