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Jan. 13th, 2009

What happens to an (American) dream deferred? Ask Frank and April Wheeler..




 


“What happens to a dream deferred?

 

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

 

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

 

Or does it explode?”


Is it possible to be in a state of pure bliss and a state of unrelenting depression at the same time? Well, it must be because that’s how I feel right now thanks to bleak suburban brilliance that is Revolutionary Road.
 

To give you some sort of understanding of how much I loved this movie, let me just say that the first thing I did when I left the theatre was run to Indigo and pick up the novel the film is based on. I couldn’t seem to think about anything else. I needed more of this mucked up suburban world I had been exposed to for the last two hours. Considering how dark things get on Revolutionary Road, I’m not sure that my hunger is a really healthy thing but at this point, I don’t care. The movie was too good not to obsess at least slightly about.

But enough about me. Let’s talk about this fantastic flick. I don’t want to give away too much because YOU NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE, but, I will say that is utterly gut-wrenching. I left the movie theatre over 4 hours ago and I’m still recovering. Just when you think things are getting rosy in April and Frank’s lacklustre lives, things take a thousand dark turns down the alley to Devestationville. Many people will compare this movie to American Beauty due to it's similar issues (American dreams deferred) and the fact that it's also a Sam Mendes film, but the Wheelers seem much darker than the Burnhams could ever be. While American Beauty had some hysterically hilarious moments ("Janie, today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars.  Pass the asparagus."), things are strictly serious on Revolutionary Road.

Although the movie has a chock-full of overwhelmingly great moments, there are two scenes at the end of the film that will stay with you for a long time, one which involves breakfast and another which involves stained fabric. Sure, stains and morning meals may sound like lame start-points for drama but trust me, in context, they are literally heart-wrenching.

In addition to being bitterly beautiful, this movie features too many amazing performances.  Both Kate and Leo are deserving of Oscars (it's about time people!) and Michael Shannon is phenomenal as the Wheelers’ mentally ill neighbour, John.

I could go on forever about this movie but to be honest, I might fall apart if I do. Just go see it. I can’t promise you will come out feeling uplifted (if you do, there’s seriously something wrong with you) but it will make you take a long hard look at your life and where it’s going. I don’t know about you, but that alone is a sign of something supremely special.


Nov. 8th, 2008

All work and no play make Emily an angsty (slighty philosophical) girl..




Grr. Argh.

I hate school right now. I am currently working on two horrendous assignments. Well, the assignments themselves aren't the worst but the work involved is just killing me.

I have been calling and e-mailing a billion people for my online journalism story and no one seems to want to help me out. I know I have over a week but the closer it gets to deadline, the less likely people will be willing to set aside time for an interview. I wish I wasn't so flippin' anal when it came to school and getting good marks because then maybe I could just let things fly and not freak out about these things. Unfortunately, that's not the case and a little bit of stress can send me off the edge.

On top of the interview madness, I am fighting a losing battle with my Pop Literature essay. Being the nerd that I am, my problem doesn't have to do with finishing the assignment, but cutting it down. I have a tendency to write way more than is needed in most of my assignments but this time, it's kind of out of control. I am currently 500 words over my word limit. Yeah, I know. I'm insane but when it comes to literature, when I start making connections I go all out. The problem is, I feel that if I cut out some content, I'll lose out because my essay won't have as much support. But then again, if I don't cut it, I'll get in big trouble too. Gah. I can't win.

Last night I tried to release some stress by chilling out and watching a kickass movie. My flick of choice was American Beauty and boy, was it ever sweet. I haven't watched it in at least a year and half and my god, it was better than I remembered. I forget how classic some of Kevin Spacey's lines are and how wicked beautiful some of the cinematography is (I'm a sucker for bittersweet suburbias). Oh man and I think I might be in love with Ricky Fitts (Wes Bentley's character)again. Sure, he's kind of a voyeuristic perv but in a weird way, he's also wicked hot. I especially love the part when Jane (played by the always kickass Thora Birch) turns the camera on him and asks if he feels naked. "I am naked," he says and then we get a sudden shot of his bum. It's weirdly hilarious and let's face it, I don't hate sudden nudity of the hot artsy boy persuasion. :-)

Even without the strangely sexy Ricky Fitts, this movie would still rock my socks harder than most of movies out there. Watching it again made me realized that maybe I need to stop being so damn uptight and let things get a little uncomfortable some times. Things might seem shitty right now, but there are so many other things more important than a stupid word count or getting a quote from someone who really doesn’t give a damn.

Before I go back to the grind of essaying and e-mailing, I leave you with a quote from American Beauty’s mid-life messiah, Lester Burnham.

“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.”

Sep. 23rd, 2008

Jack and Rose rockin' the suburbs..

 

 



 






























So I just finished watching the   Revolutionary Road trailer and man-oh-man, it is awesome. Looks wise, the trailer seems to be a mix between the bleak vintage suburbia of The Virgin Suicides and sullen neighborhood in Little Children, which in my book is pretty sweet. I wasn't a big fan of Little Children plot-wise (that Jackie Earle Hayley was just too much for me to handle) but the cinematography was really amazing.

I won't lie, part of the reason I'm excited for this flick is the fact that is stars Leo and Kate, two of my all-time favourite actors from one of my all-time favourite movies. However, I don't expect them to be Jack and Rose all over again. Titanic was an epic romance. This is more of an American-dream-gone-wrong story a la American Beauty. In other words, this looks more like Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf than it does The English Patient or some other boring boy-meets-girl tragedy (I'm not talking Titanic, that my dears is an exception). And thank god.


Although I'm way too excited to grab some popcorn and fall in love with this movie this holiday season (it comes out in December), I'm really worried it's going to be seen as some sort of American Beauty rip-off. I'm already sensing this from the EW.com article about the trailer, which basically said that it was American Beauty in the 60s. I beg to differ. I love American Beauty with all my heart and soul, in fact I even wrote an essay about in Grade 12 Literature, but this movie is nothing like it.

I mean sure, this movie was also written by Sam Mendes and deals with problems in suburbia but from what I can see, it's much, much darker than
American Beauty could ever be. By assuming them to be the same, I think that EW.com is really missing the boat (pun totally intended). Frank Wheeler (Leo's character) is no Lester Burnham. Lester Burnham was quite light-hearted and often hilarious.  Frank looks dead serious and depressed throughout most of the trailer. In fact, I don't recall one joke even being uttered.


My crazy cinemaphile ranting aside, I think this movie is going to be fantasmo. And if it's not, not to worry Leo and Kate, we'll always have Titanic.

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