First off...today (December 1st) was World AIDs Day. Just a reminder that this pandemic is just that...still a pandemic. Too many people have died and too many are still suffering needlessly. (I remember John, Kelvin, Aaron, Joseph, Jose, Michael, Frank...)
The other news of the day: I just learned that Octavia Butler has a new book out about vampires. This begs the question: Where the hell have I been? I got an e-mail spam...that's how I learned about this! Well, we know what I'm doing tomorrow morning (although, I might save it to read when I'm in Minnesota for Christmas).
So the time of the week is here...it's our weekly feature of movies we like the least. This week I'd slated Mark from Fear and Loathing in England, but those of you in the know are aware that this week he's been 1) violently ill, 2) finishing a novel, and 3) closing on his new home. I think it's fair to say that when he bowed out, I wasn't too surprised. Hopefully, he will grace my blog next week?
So it's left to our lovely Charby to save the day. And save the day she is, for if there had been a post-vacuum you all would have been treated to a diatribe on why Medicare Part D is evil and must be destroyed (preferrably before it is implemented). Let's all breathe a collective sigh of relief, and read the thoughts of a woman who is, plainly, just incredible!
I'd like to nominate Titanic as my worst film ever.
I'm not very into the whole chick-flick genre and wondered if I could nominate all of them in it, and then finally decided on Titanic, your typical rich girl-meets poor boy then meets tragedy story.
I went to see this in the cinema with a few friends after it came out, swayed by the hype and did my very best not to giggle all the way through at the terrible predictable lines.
I remain convinced to this day that the only reason it made so much money that it did was for all the teenage girls who went over and over again to cry as Leo (who in my opinion is one of the most painfully wooden actors ever!) dies.
And Kate Winslet sleepwalks her way through such classic lines as "I
want you to draw me like one of your French girls" or the fab bit where she tries to impress all the irish fellas by standing on tippy-toes.
It is said that Titanic is really two love stories, the Jack/Rose Snoozefest and the directors interest in the ship itself. The second story is easily much better, it is hard not to be touched at the mother reading her children a story as the ship sinks, or reassuring them that people will come for them.
But its still terribly overacted, perhaps if he had spent less attention on the CGI-ness of the ship and read the script a few times before shooting, it wouldn't have been so dreadfully cheesy.
What possibly irritates me most, is where Kate's character is on the floating plank of wood and Leo is dangling in the water.
AND AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO REALISED THAT IF SHE MOVED TO THE EDGE OF THE BOARD AND HE GOT ON THE BIT FACING HER, THERE WOULD BE ROOM FOR THEM BOTH?!! OF COURSE THEY'RE NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO GET ON FROM THE FIRST ANGLE! ANYONE WHO'S SPENT TIME PLAYING ON FLOATS IN THE SWIMMING POOL KNOWS THIS!!
Interesting...I recall recently a few of you reminiscing shedding a tear over this flick. So what think you?