GIP! And randomness involving movies
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katemonkey. Now here's hoping I actually remembered the phrase right. This is what I get for going through the Museum of Sex and saying to myself "Self, that would make a great Wes icon. Should I write the phrase down, though, so I remember it correctly? Nah, I have near photographic memory, I certainly don't need to totally geek out and scribble this into my PDA." And then a few hours later I turn to cin1607 and go "What was that phrase again?"
So, you know, that. Wes, gives great French Treatment. Or he very possibly doesn't. Hard for me to say, but I'm happy to have the icon.
I'm finding myself absolutely exhausted at the moment. This is either two weeks of constantly being on the run catching up to me now that I have a day off, or it's me coming down with the same plague that felled my boss today. And boy does the word "felled" look funny when you write it out.
I caught the end of Rosemary's Baby just now. I'd seen the whole movie before years ago and was bored silly by it then, but now I found myself actually liking it. It almost makes me wish I could have caught it from the beginning just to see if I could enjoy it on all new levels. From just the half hour that I saw, I found myself appreciating the normalcy of it. The random tiny details that they threw in that highlight the horror of it all for Rosemary, like the woman who picks the knife up out of the foor and rubs the spot that it made, and the people who are actually tiptoeing, almost cartoon style, behind Rosemary when she thinks she's alone in the house, because of course in real life people don't have super stealthy skills and would be tiptoeing like that.
Plus there's the artlessness of it all, at least compared to today's movies. Even films that work on the same kind of suspense and horror as this are still very stylized. Signs may give me the serious wig, but comparatively speaking it's still very composed and explicitly planned compared to this. Movies like Signs work off of a language of film, I think, that's been established over the years whereas I suspect Rosemary's Baby was still in a time when that language was being invented. The not knowing how to plan every detail down to the last second creates a level of reality that even an improv film like Blair Witch didn't have since the actors in that were also working off of the same language.
I also found myself thinking of how some of the horror of this film is because of the time. Rosemary is certainly acting crazy, but I couldn't help but notice how trapped she was because her husband was still considered the last word in terms of taking care of her. Could they attempt to redo Rosemary's Baby in today's world, which though by no means perfect, is certainly light years ahead of Rosemary's time in terms of women being able to speak for themselves.
Now I'm off to ask myself if I really am going to go to bed before it even hits nine o'clock. Man this is sad.
katemonkey. Now here's hoping I actually remembered the phrase right. This is what I get for going through the Museum of Sex and saying to myself "Self, that would make a great Wes icon. Should I write the phrase down, though, so I remember it correctly? Nah, I have near photographic memory, I certainly don't need to totally geek out and scribble this into my PDA." And then a few hours later I turn to cin1607 and go "What was that phrase again?"So, you know, that. Wes, gives great French Treatment. Or he very possibly doesn't. Hard for me to say, but I'm happy to have the icon.
I'm finding myself absolutely exhausted at the moment. This is either two weeks of constantly being on the run catching up to me now that I have a day off, or it's me coming down with the same plague that felled my boss today. And boy does the word "felled" look funny when you write it out.
I caught the end of Rosemary's Baby just now. I'd seen the whole movie before years ago and was bored silly by it then, but now I found myself actually liking it. It almost makes me wish I could have caught it from the beginning just to see if I could enjoy it on all new levels. From just the half hour that I saw, I found myself appreciating the normalcy of it. The random tiny details that they threw in that highlight the horror of it all for Rosemary, like the woman who picks the knife up out of the foor and rubs the spot that it made, and the people who are actually tiptoeing, almost cartoon style, behind Rosemary when she thinks she's alone in the house, because of course in real life people don't have super stealthy skills and would be tiptoeing like that.
Plus there's the artlessness of it all, at least compared to today's movies. Even films that work on the same kind of suspense and horror as this are still very stylized. Signs may give me the serious wig, but comparatively speaking it's still very composed and explicitly planned compared to this. Movies like Signs work off of a language of film, I think, that's been established over the years whereas I suspect Rosemary's Baby was still in a time when that language was being invented. The not knowing how to plan every detail down to the last second creates a level of reality that even an improv film like Blair Witch didn't have since the actors in that were also working off of the same language.
I also found myself thinking of how some of the horror of this film is because of the time. Rosemary is certainly acting crazy, but I couldn't help but notice how trapped she was because her husband was still considered the last word in terms of taking care of her. Could they attempt to redo Rosemary's Baby in today's world, which though by no means perfect, is certainly light years ahead of Rosemary's time in terms of women being able to speak for themselves.
Now I'm off to ask myself if I really am going to go to bed before it even hits nine o'clock. Man this is sad.
