thus far, we have seen 2 in the theater, and 2 at home. today, we have FOUR at home planned. i think we may have tapped out our joint theater options already. i have 1/2 a plan to go and see the Jennifer Anniston movie alone on Friday before i pick up the girls from the airport. since mr. "i don't want to see that one" has to work. and i don't. so ha!!

On Friday night, we saw Syriana. I was slightly disappointed in that I didn't feel like I was given any new information or ideas. I've heard a lot about how "deep" the movie was, and how for some, it's even hard to follow. obviously, i'm not the only one who heard this, b/c the couple behind us had the following exchange while awaiting the previews:

him: I read some about this movie.
her: Oh yeah?
him: Yeah. it's directed by the same guy who directed Traffic.
her: Really? That's interesting.
him: Yeah. and it's kind of the same, where there are all these different stories that kind of tie
together in the end.
her: Oh, i like that.
him: yeah, but they say that you have to really watch closely, and pay attention.
her: Oh. Well, i'll be sure to pay attention [slight sarcasm, obviously not daring too much, b/c
it was clearly early in a relationship]
him: yeah, i really think you should. pay attention. [no sarcasm. no humor. he meant it.]

There were parts where i had to keep the players straight (the dude i initially had trouble figuring out and following was the biggest of oil dudes. Whiting.) but it did, in fact, all tie together in the end (which sounds ridiculously like what my civ pro professor constantly said about that course). beloved and i were discussing who was portrayed as the "hero" or at least, as the most sympathetic character. I thought Clooney (i.e., Bob), and he thought Bennett. I disagreed vehemently with him. he disagreed with me.

Yesterday afternoon, we saw King Kong. It was fun. I work hard to not be embarrassed over the fact that I can be entertained by special effect movies without difficulty. i can be carried away by the sound and the visual and ignore the acting (to a certain extent, if Andie McDowell was in the movie, i couldn't. or sean young. or as i learned last night, Katherine Ross). I liked Kong. Beloved felt that it was a bit too long. as long as Kong keeps roaring, and dinosaurs keep falling down ravines, it's not too long for me.

On Thursday, we saw The Talented Mr. Ripley. This movie made me feel ill. there was a part where someone hit someone else in the face with a boat oar (trying not to ruin the movie for those who have not seen it), and it was really disturbing, the someone else's post-oar-smack face and head. ugh. and it also had a very dark version of the anticipation from sitcoms that i hate. i HATE IT when there are blunders and accidents and mistakes and stupidity that you, the view knows is going to result in the main character getting "caught" or in some kind of trouble. Frasier used to have these set ups all the time, and I really really hated it. The Talented Mr. Ripley had the same thing to it, but it wasn't something to make you laugh. it was something to make people die, and people get caught for making other people die, and it made me hugely squirmy.

Last night we saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Other than DESPISING Katherine Ross and her lack of acting skills and her lack of decent on-screen voice and talking ability, i enjoyed it. i've always been a robert redford fan -- i don't care how old and wrinkly he gets. and i can be, while watching one of his movies, a Paul Newman fan. I was sad when they died. because i liked them.

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