movie movement

A never-ending snowstorm and a few days back home with the family begets something more than simply hitting the booze before 4 p.m. It leads to plenty of movie watching. Which is what I've been doing for the past week or two. Here's what got played—some old ones and some new ones, some good ones and some bad. 70075481

If Hellboy II were just a regular old comic-book adaptation, then I'd be down for it anyway. There's something to be said for fuck em up movies with uncomplicated humor and far-fetched characters, right. But this one was directed by Guillermo del Toro, who made Pan's Labyrinth. So in addition to all the general ass-kicking and dumb jokes, there was a stunning visual transportation—intricate, eerie images and many creepy creatures part monster, part fairy tale.


I heard this movie wasn't that good and actually, the first time I watched it I had a hard time deciphering what was going on. I blame this on the festive holiday beer Jubilale, which (unbeknownst to me at the time) is 6.7 percent alcohol. Anyway, upon a second viewing, I discovered that it could quite possibly be my most favorite Coen brothers' movie (after the big The Big Lebowski, of course). So many smart/hilarious layers and every single character is ingeniously fucking funny, most especially Brad Pitt and John Malkovich.


A biopic about Darby Crash from the LA punk band The Germs. I'll tell you what I would've way rather watched a documentary about The Germs than wasted my time on a dumb boring movie with virtually no plot and no real character development. I don't know why directors think they can just be like, "Yeah so here's a wild crazy guy who wanted to be a rock star and then he killed himself." You need to develop the story a little more, maybe give us a clue into his psychology or I don't know, tell us something about the L.A. punk scene at the time. That'd be nice.


I watched this on the plane and it weirded me out once again. So what the hell is Donnie Darko about? I'd say time travel and maybe destiny, and whether the former negates the latter, or something. But whatever, I just watch it for the soundtrack and to remember what it was like to be a fucked up kid in the 80s.


A perfect little movie. Quiet, and subtly hilarious, with such great colors and scenery. And just like all Wes Anderson films, amazing music. Apparently he has the entire Kinks library at his disposal. Anyway, it's a movie, but it's kind of like a poem. So so good.