Have not heard of Dheepan.
Hidden Fortress is one of Kurosawa's I'm still missing. Definitely sounds like one I'd enjoy for the same reasons I loved Yojimbo.
Even with my love for Period Pieces, The Age of Innocence did feel long for me. Still loved it with Day, and I've always liked Ryder and still do, and I simply adore Pfeiffer in this, even more so in Dangerous Liasons. Following cricket's remark, I've been utterly and completely smitten with Pfeiffer since Ladyhawke playing Isabeau (god, I love that name!)
And Pomeranians? They're part rat, right?
Have not seen The Wrestler, and like Cosmic, I've heard A LOT about Rourke nailing it and would be the reason for visiting it, but it'll take an HoF to finally see it. I'm mid-road when it comes to Aronofsky. I enjoy The Fountain but lack the intellect to truly appreciate his work.
I also saw Forbidden Games in the 13th HoF, one of the last films I watched. A lot of emotionally shattering films in that one, and I had dreaded watching it believing it would be very much like the others was happy to discover that after the initial air raid where Paullette loses her parents and dog, and comes across the understanding, considerate, helpful, strong-willed Michel.
He brings her to his home; from there, a kind of dark comedy evolves from their comprehension of and thereby facing death. Creating a cemetery in the old mill and stealing crosses for the graves. Interspersed between the everyday life of Michel's family.
It is this twisted, naive, and somehow beautiful ideology on how to accept death and the outlandish lengths they go to, or rather, Michel is willing to go to, for Paulette, that eased the tension I started with and gave this heart of mine something whimsical and fantastical to appreciate. And appreciate, I did.
Even the abrupt ending, though quite sad, had its own endearing beauty. Which, leaving an audience hanging is always a difficult endeavor seemed very apropos here. Which I, too, have forgotten.
I've always appreciated The Wicker Man far more than truly enjoying or loving it. Not entirely sure why. I always sympathize SO MUCH for Woodward's character, which is a truly unique scenario for such a situation where I loved watching such a righteous individual get his world rocked, his mind blown, and his dogma f@cked with. No denying the greatness of the film.
Hidden Fortress is one of Kurosawa's I'm still missing. Definitely sounds like one I'd enjoy for the same reasons I loved Yojimbo.
Even with my love for Period Pieces, The Age of Innocence did feel long for me. Still loved it with Day, and I've always liked Ryder and still do, and I simply adore Pfeiffer in this, even more so in Dangerous Liasons. Following cricket's remark, I've been utterly and completely smitten with Pfeiffer since Ladyhawke playing Isabeau (god, I love that name!)
And Pomeranians? They're part rat, right?
Have not seen The Wrestler, and like Cosmic, I've heard A LOT about Rourke nailing it and would be the reason for visiting it, but it'll take an HoF to finally see it. I'm mid-road when it comes to Aronofsky. I enjoy The Fountain but lack the intellect to truly appreciate his work.
I also saw Forbidden Games in the 13th HoF, one of the last films I watched. A lot of emotionally shattering films in that one, and I had dreaded watching it believing it would be very much like the others was happy to discover that after the initial air raid where Paullette loses her parents and dog, and comes across the understanding, considerate, helpful, strong-willed Michel.
He brings her to his home; from there, a kind of dark comedy evolves from their comprehension of and thereby facing death. Creating a cemetery in the old mill and stealing crosses for the graves. Interspersed between the everyday life of Michel's family.
It is this twisted, naive, and somehow beautiful ideology on how to accept death and the outlandish lengths they go to, or rather, Michel is willing to go to, for Paulette, that eased the tension I started with and gave this heart of mine something whimsical and fantastical to appreciate. And appreciate, I did.
Even the abrupt ending, though quite sad, had its own endearing beauty. Which, leaving an audience hanging is always a difficult endeavor seemed very apropos here. Which I, too, have forgotten.
I've always appreciated The Wicker Man far more than truly enjoying or loving it. Not entirely sure why. I always sympathize SO MUCH for Woodward's character, which is a truly unique scenario for such a situation where I loved watching such a righteous individual get his world rocked, his mind blown, and his dogma f@cked with. No denying the greatness of the film.
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What I actually said to win MovieGal's heart:
- I might not be a real King of Kinkiness, but I make good pancakes
What I actually said to win MovieGal's heart:
- I might not be a real King of Kinkiness, but I make good pancakes
~Mr Minio