Silly things

Ah, Adrien Brody. Great in "The Pianist". Otherwise, I just use you for entertainment value. When I'm at the yarn shop, I google your name so I can show your lovely visage to other women. Here's some of the reactions I've gotten (paraphrased): "Julie Rose! I thought you'd go for someone more manly!" Um, what's not manly about Mr. Brody? He doesn't look all that girly to me. Is it the fact that he's skinny? "You find him attractive? I don't get it!" "Look at that nose!" "Wait! I thought you liked Johnny Depp! Well, they're both kinda odd looking, now that I think of it." Yes, folks, these are the things women say to one another, and I'm not talking about young women, mind you. Many of these women are over fifty. Shame on us for being so childish!

Sure, he's not everyone's cup of tea, what with his big, broken nose, but he's certainly a handsome man. Okay. Not everyone thinks so. He's a bit of a test of character, in my humble opinion. Those who think he's ugly don't have enough of an imagination. Uh oh. I may have just judged you.

Yes, this is silliness. Now that I put up a list of this week's popular posts, the entry about my older celebrity crushes are going to come up again and again, and so I felt I must add some of my newer ones. Why? Why not? It's fun. I don't have to be serious all the time, do I?

I just deleted the sentence "here's another one" for I discovered that a still photo of Paul Dano doesn't grab me at all. Not one of 'em. However, I've enjoyed him in many films, especially in "The Good Heart." Last night I watched two more films in which he has starred, and realize he's either been typecast or pretty much plays the same character no matter the role. Doesn't matter to me. I've enjoyed them all. "The Extra Man" is good fun, especially as Kevin Kline is also in it, and "Gigantic" is a strange little film with a few gem-like scenes that I'm not sure held together well, but as I watched it on Netflix and the internet connection kept being dropped, it took me well over three hours to watch all 98 minutes of it.

These are not exactly film reviews, are they? I must admit my review of most films is pretty shallow, as is this blog entry.

I usually don't analyze a film unless I hate it. I should re-watch "Forrest Gump", a very popular film I remember ranting about, and give you a good meaty blog entry. I don't remember much about it now, except thinking it was ridiculous that a person who could be untouched by serving in Vietnam should be celebrated in film, even fictionally, and the fact that I was relieved that only one of the four people I saw the film with enjoyed it.

This reminds me of the last film I did not enjoy, some adult cartoon whose name eludes me. I went to see that forgettable piece of fluff with an even larger group of people. One of my cousins had said it got the highest percentage of favorable ratings (from actual film critics no less) than any movie had ever gotten on Rotten Tomatoes (no link to that here). How could it be lousy? So, we all went to see this film. ..whose name is. . .um. . .Wall-E! Well, anyway, after the first ten minutes, I was bored. Yes, I do get bored. I get bored when I have to waste my time. I sat in that theater thinking "Oh, I'm so jaded. Everyone else is loving this, I'm sure. What am I going to say when it's over? Should I tell the truth?" I was dreading the inevitable after movie conversation.

Much to my surprise, not one of my relatives enjoyed the movie. What we did talk about that evening is why on earth every single critic out there loved the film. We read the reviews on the web, and clucked our tongues. I do have a bad memory. What did those critics say? I do remember that I breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, even I, who thinks she doesn't care what others think of my opinions, doesn't really want to be the lone voice of reason in a world of inanity. That would make me crazy, no?