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Apr. 3rd, 2005 01:12 amI went to see Sin City tonight. First of all, we were rather lucky to have seats at all - we got there at 10:05, the line-up for the 10:30 show was winding its way across the entire third floor of the Paramount, and we got into the 10:10 showing by some random miracle. And got seats together. And snuck in our milkshakes. Sometimes, things just work out really well, y'know?
That said, the movie is a complete and total mindfuck. And it is the most violent thing I've seen in ages. Kill Bill included. Really, really bloody. And there is no main plot - it was very much a collection of interrelated vignettes, rather than a whole storyline. That said, the cinematography is just out of this world. It is fucking brilliant. I was really impressed by that part - the rest is kinda creepy, very graphic-novel-inspired (and, ye gods, those can be bloody and creepy), and generally highly disturbing. Let's just say... it is the best of what postmodernism has to offer in the graphic arts. It is worth seeing, because it is art, and well-done (and I'm still impressed by the selective use of color and the really fantastic screenshots, ignore me), and all that most movies lack in terms of style and general appeal... but story-wise? It's about equal to my Canadian Literature class. *shrugs* If more appealing because you can just absorb rather than analyse. So, yes. Recommended, if warned.
In which case, I shall now go read a fluffy novel before heading to bed. There are only so many people I can see raped and dismembered before having nightmares.
Also, right before going to see the movie, we went to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream ('cause, nummy). And ran into my parents. Parents who live two hours away. It was very unexpected, and contributed to the aura of mindfuck which seems to characterize my evening. Also the fact that I didn't especially want to see my mother, due to This Week's Arguement with her, and that I was enjoying the knowledge that she was over 100 kilometers away... there goes the secuity-blanket of assured distance, y'know? So, yeah. But my dad was nice, and funny, and let me have some of his ice cream, which was nice of him. :)
Oooh... one cute comment first: I was taking the 1:00 metro home, right? And on the train were two boys cuddling. 16 years old, max. It was kind of innocent, and very sweet... and made me think, my god, I wish I'd been that comfortable at that age! So, yes. Hope!
That said, the movie is a complete and total mindfuck. And it is the most violent thing I've seen in ages. Kill Bill included. Really, really bloody. And there is no main plot - it was very much a collection of interrelated vignettes, rather than a whole storyline. That said, the cinematography is just out of this world. It is fucking brilliant. I was really impressed by that part - the rest is kinda creepy, very graphic-novel-inspired (and, ye gods, those can be bloody and creepy), and generally highly disturbing. Let's just say... it is the best of what postmodernism has to offer in the graphic arts. It is worth seeing, because it is art, and well-done (and I'm still impressed by the selective use of color and the really fantastic screenshots, ignore me), and all that most movies lack in terms of style and general appeal... but story-wise? It's about equal to my Canadian Literature class. *shrugs* If more appealing because you can just absorb rather than analyse. So, yes. Recommended, if warned.
In which case, I shall now go read a fluffy novel before heading to bed. There are only so many people I can see raped and dismembered before having nightmares.
Also, right before going to see the movie, we went to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream ('cause, nummy). And ran into my parents. Parents who live two hours away. It was very unexpected, and contributed to the aura of mindfuck which seems to characterize my evening. Also the fact that I didn't especially want to see my mother, due to This Week's Arguement with her, and that I was enjoying the knowledge that she was over 100 kilometers away... there goes the secuity-blanket of assured distance, y'know? So, yeah. But my dad was nice, and funny, and let me have some of his ice cream, which was nice of him. :)
Oooh... one cute comment first: I was taking the 1:00 metro home, right? And on the train were two boys cuddling. 16 years old, max. It was kind of innocent, and very sweet... and made me think, my god, I wish I'd been that comfortable at that age! So, yes. Hope!
