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Friday, January 8, 2010

The Young Victoria - My Review


Anyone who knows me knows that I adore a period piece. Therefore it’s only natural that I was eagerly anticipating the release of The Young Victoria. So I got up early on Sunday to see the first showing at the Suncoast Theaters.

I love seeing films at the Suncoast because it’s where all the old folks go to see their films. If you sit in a theater full of old folks strategically, you can have a very enjoyable movie going experience. It’s much easier to strategize a theater full of old folks than it is to strategize one full of teenagers or kids. Lots of old folks see movies by themselves so sit within the vicinity of as many singles as you can because if they’re alone they have no one to gab with. Get to the theater a little bit early so if you do sit by a couple or group you can gauge how loud or annoying they are going to be and move your seat accordingly. Another bonus of the old folks is that they are usually on the technologically deficient side, so you don’t have to worry about calls or texting or facebooking during the films. Are you all sufficiently enlightened now? I highly suggest figuring out which theater in your town is the old folks’ theater and see all your movies there!

Anyhoo. . .I didn’t know much about Queen Victoria before seeing this film and it did make me want to find a good biography and read it immediately. Other than that I don’t have much to say. I want a period piece to completely sweep me off my feet and leave me swooning by the end. This one didn’t do that. It did LOOK beautiful - costumes, set design, locations, all that was just what a period piece should be. There was something a little off though. Maybe it was that the story was slightly clichéd. I know it’s hard to call a film based on actual events clichéd, but we’ve seen this Royal story before: sheltered princess, a pawn in everyone’s political game, crowned Queen too young. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I commend the filmmakers for focusing only on the early years of her reign and not trying to make a film that spanned decades, but their attempt to mix the political side with the romantic side came off a little clumsy for me. It would have been better if they had focused on one or the other. Emily Blunt did a decent job but I think this role was maybe a little too big for her. She has yet to find a role that fits her as well as her The Devil Wears Prada role did. She’s so very modern, and something about the set of her mouth and her period hair in this struck me as silly, not regal.

My favorite thing about this film was Jim Broadbent as King William IV. Jim Broadbent continually pulls off amazing performances. His Professor Slughorn was my favorite thing about Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince too. In Harry Potter his is an Oscar worthy performance in an otherwise just ok film. The same can be said about The Young Victoria, except his screen time is very limited. But if Judi Dench can win for eight minutes of screen time in Shakespeare in Love, then hey!

Wow. Reading over this review it seems like I really didn’t like The Young Victoria, which isn’t entirely accurate. It simply fell short of my expectations and being that I’ve seen every period piece ever made, they can be quite predictable for me. I definitely enjoyed my two hours in the theater watching this movie; it’s just not one I’ll add to my DVD library.

Happy 63rd Birthday David Bowie!


Born January 8, 1947

"I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human."

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Butterflies

The following is a letter written to Fanny Brawne from the poet John Keats:

"July 3, 1819 - Shanklin, Isle of Wight, Thursday

My dearest Lady — I am glad I had not an opportunity of sending off a Letter which I wrote for you on Tuesday night—'twas too much like one out of Rousseau's Heloise. I am more reasonable this morning. The morning is the only proper time for me to write to a beautiful Girl whom I love so much: for at night, when the lonely day has closed, and the lonely, silent, unmusical Chamber is waiting to receive me as into a Sepulchre, then believe me my passion gets entirely the sway, then I would not have you see those Rhapsodies which I once thought it impossible I should ever give way to, and which I have often laughed at in another, for fear you should [think me] either too unhappy or perhaps a little mad.

I am now at a very pleasant Cottage window, looking onto a beautiful hilly country, with a glimpse of the sea; the morning is very fine. I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here and breathing and wandering as free as a stag about this beautiful Coast if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me I have never known any unalloy'd Happiness for many days together: the death or sickness of some one has always spoilt my hours—and now when none such troubles oppress me, it is you must confess very hard that another sort of pain should haunt me.

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. But however selfish I may feel, I am sure I could never act selfishly: as I told you a day or two before I left Hampstead, I will never return to London if my Fate does not turn up Pam or at least a Court-card. Though I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely—indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace.

But no—I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you—but what hatred shall I have for another!

Some lines I read the other day are continually ringing a peal in my ears:

To see those eyes I prize above mine own
Dart favors on another—
And those sweet lips (yielding immortal nectar)
Be gently press'd by any but myself—
Think, think Francesca, what a cursed thing
It were beyond expression!

J.

Do write immediately. There is no Post from this Place, so you must address Post Office, Newport, Isle of Wight. I know before night I shall curse myself for having sent you so cold a Letter; yet it is better to do it as much in my senses as possible. Be as kind as the distance will permit to your

John Keats

Present my Compliments to your mother, my love to Margaret and best remembrances to your Brother—if you please so."


Jane Campion singled out a line from this letter (in bold) and decided that Fanny would have singled it out also and from her love of Keats and in his absence she would have created a butterfly farm in her bedroom. It's a lovely idea that Jane Campion beautifully created in this scene from her film of the love affair between John and Fanny, Bright Star:

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

A party I wish I attended. . .

Truman Capote's Black & White Masked Ball, November 28, 1966, Plaza Hotel






Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Unfortunate Coincidence

Dorothy Parker, photographer unknown

Unfortunate Coincidence by Dorothy Parker

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying,
Lady, make a note of this —
One of you is lying.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Happy 50th Birthday Michael Stipe!


Born January 4, 1960

"I'm not homosexual, I'm not hetrosexual, I'm just sexual."

:D

Music Montage - Real Genius



LOVE IT!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Happy 118th Birthday J.R.R. Tolkien!


Born January 3, 1892
Died September 2, 1973

"I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge."

Saturday, January 2, 2010

I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!!









I can haz this film on blu-ray? KTHXBAI!

Friday, January 1, 2010

HAPPY NEW YEAR!


New Year's Eve, Times Square
Photo by Charles Harbutt, 1960