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Forgive me if I sound a bit loopy, folks. I'm still a bit sedated after visiting the endoscopy clinic today. Turns out I have a tiny little hernia! Whee!
Poseur altert, everyone. I'm now officially the last person on earth to discover The Smiths. I became intrigued a couple years back when Natalie Portman stipped for a disheveled, broken Clive Owen in CLOSER while "How Soon Is Now?" played. Now thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
insaneboingo, I've been listening to the "singles" album for a few days straight. I also currently digging "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me" a great deal. So little by little, between the Oingo Boingos and Emm Gryners, I catch up with the musical tastes of popular society.
I still don't get Radiohead and Coldplay, though...
Oh, and so I finally saw Lawrence Kasdan's WYATT EARP, which was... interesting. I mean, OK, you can't really compare it to TOMBSTONE, but once you get to the second half of the film that covers the same events, comparisons become nigh-unavoidable. Especially when, compared with the history provided byjustcomeinalone among others, WYATT EARP seems to take more liberties with history than the far more Hollywood-y TOMBSTONE did! But let's make a couple comparisons right here.
Y'know, I honestly think Kevin Costner may have been better than Kurt Russell. Oh, Russell's the better actor period, but Costner's wooden Costnerness is absolutely in its element during a western. As while Val Kilmer's still the best damn Doc Holliday ever put to film, the award for close second prize must now go to Dennis Quaid, who lost 30-40 pounds and gave perhaps the best damn performance I've ever seen from him. His Doc was much rougher, coarser, and more grim. But just like Val, he stole every scene he was in, which is especially impressive because unlike Val, he didn't have that many great lines of dialogue to work with.
WYATT EARP pretty damn good. Too damn long, but often an excellent film. The first half especially, I was hooked all throughout. I wish more people had seen this, so I could confer with them to see if this film counted as a "noble failure" or if it actually worked.
Also, I'm learning that most people don't actually get a giddy little thrill from connecting the roles that actors have done to one another. As such, I don't suppose anybody else was intrigued to notice that Michael Biehn played the main bad guy in TOMBSTONE and Jeff Fahey played the main bad guy in WYATT EARP?
(ala Handy the evil hand puppet)) Anyone? Anyone at all? It's Biehhhhn?? It's Faheyyyyy? They were brotherrrrrrrs??? GO SEE GRINDHOUSE!
Poseur altert, everyone. I'm now officially the last person on earth to discover The Smiths. I became intrigued a couple years back when Natalie Portman stipped for a disheveled, broken Clive Owen in CLOSER while "How Soon Is Now?" played. Now thanks to
insaneboingo, I've been listening to the "singles" album for a few days straight. I also currently digging "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me" a great deal. So little by little, between the Oingo Boingos and Emm Gryners, I catch up with the musical tastes of popular society. I still don't get Radiohead and Coldplay, though...
Oh, and so I finally saw Lawrence Kasdan's WYATT EARP, which was... interesting. I mean, OK, you can't really compare it to TOMBSTONE, but once you get to the second half of the film that covers the same events, comparisons become nigh-unavoidable. Especially when, compared with the history provided by
justcomeinalone among others, WYATT EARP seems to take more liberties with history than the far more Hollywood-y TOMBSTONE did! But let's make a couple comparisons right here.Y'know, I honestly think Kevin Costner may have been better than Kurt Russell. Oh, Russell's the better actor period, but Costner's wooden Costnerness is absolutely in its element during a western. As while Val Kilmer's still the best damn Doc Holliday ever put to film, the award for close second prize must now go to Dennis Quaid, who lost 30-40 pounds and gave perhaps the best damn performance I've ever seen from him. His Doc was much rougher, coarser, and more grim. But just like Val, he stole every scene he was in, which is especially impressive because unlike Val, he didn't have that many great lines of dialogue to work with.
WYATT EARP pretty damn good. Too damn long, but often an excellent film. The first half especially, I was hooked all throughout. I wish more people had seen this, so I could confer with them to see if this film counted as a "noble failure" or if it actually worked.
Also, I'm learning that most people don't actually get a giddy little thrill from connecting the roles that actors have done to one another. As such, I don't suppose anybody else was intrigued to notice that Michael Biehn played the main bad guy in TOMBSTONE and Jeff Fahey played the main bad guy in WYATT EARP?
(ala Handy the evil hand puppet)) Anyone? Anyone at all? It's Biehhhhn?? It's Faheyyyyy? They were brotherrrrrrrs??? GO SEE GRINDHOUSE!
