During the height of my James McAvoy obsession, I accidentally added The Last King of Scotland to my Netflix queue. Then I made the fatal mistake of not updating said queue. Surprise! I get this critically acclaimed downer in the mail. I’ve had it for three weeks now and I still haven’t gotten up the courage to watch it. Last night marked my most valiant attempt as I actually removed the DVD from its red sleeve and popped it into the DVD player…only to sit on the couch and never watch it. Here's a lsit of what I did instead:
Go to Pinkberry with Bills – Okay, so that wasn’t really in an attempt to avoid this dreary movie. It was more a desire to hang out with Kate, try real frozen yogurt for the first time, and walk the West Vill on a beautiful evening. The yogurt was a little tangy, but the company was just fine. 
Watch the Olympics – I have to admit I do enjoy the Olympics more than I ever imagined. But I usually only watch because my roommate LOVES them and gets very inspired/emotional by the Morgan Freeman-narrated “Go World” Visa commercials. It’s typically on all the time in our apt. But last night I chose to watch some mens hurdling in order to postpone the cinematic Ugandan bloodbath for which I was not yet prepared. 
Watch Pretty Woman for the 989,712, 673rd time – What’s a girl to do when she flips to TBS right when the shopping montage is about to begin? She sticks around, that’s what. I kept telling myself I’d only watch until those snotty sales ladies get schooled with Vivian’s “You work on commission, right? Big mistake. Big, huge.” But then the opera part rolled around, and the kissing on the lips part, and the George Costanza being a dick part. Before I knew it, the sultry first notes of “It Must Have Been Love” began to play and Julia Roberts and Richard Gere were rescuing each other on a fire escape. Forest Whitaker's Oscar winning performance would have to wait.
Watch Jaws 3 during the Pretty Woman commercials – Jaws 3 is hands down my favorite of the Jaws movies. Yes, the first one is the best by far and it embodied a new type of filmmaking. It’s classic early Spielberg, as well as one of the original box office blockbusters. But 3, ohhhh 3. Jaws -3D (its proper title…enough said, right?) has Dennis Quaid and heroic dolphins who save the day. It has a quasi-Sea World complete with an underwater viewing tunnel full of doomed spectators who are inevitably hunted by the vengeful shark. Where it severely lacks in the Chief Brody department (is it really a Jaws movie without the late, great Roy Scheider?), it more than makes up with cheesy, glass shattering, fake blood saturated, 1980’s special effects. 
No comments:
Post a Comment