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thehefnerA.V. Club reviewer Nathan Rabin writes a wonderful defense of Ang Lee's much-maligned HULK in his latest "My Year of Flops" column. He sums up my thoughts rather perfectly.
I will be very sad when "My Year of Flops" is over. It's given me so much joy, schadenfreude, and even added more than a couple films to my Netflix queue (show me what you got, ONE FROM THE HEART and HEAVEN'S GATE!)
Wow, so David Cronenberg and Howard Shore's opera of THE FLY is finally actually happening? Conducted by Placido Domingo? Hot sweet damn! I greatly look forward to the sure-to-be-legendary aria, "Blarrghh (My Vomit Digests My Food For Me)."
Seriously, it's a highly dubious prospect, but Cronenberg is a mad genius, Howard Shore is wonderful, and THE FLY is a brillaint love story/tragedy/cancer (or AIDS) allegory cleverly disguised as a slimy horror movie. So it just might work.
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spacechild finally succeeded in showing me KNOCKED UP. I honestly wasn't expecting to like it as much as I did. Remember, I loathed 40-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN, but SUPERBAD was so surprisingly great that I was finally willing to give KNOCKED UP a shot, even though it was in serious danger of overhype between the mainstream audiences that embraced it and the general Cult of Apatow.
I haven't that much to offer in terms of my thoughts just now. I'm going to need to see it again, and I will, absolutely. But for now, all I'm gonna say is that it's one of those rare cases where I go, "Damn... I wish I could have been a part of that somehow."
I will be very sad when "My Year of Flops" is over. It's given me so much joy, schadenfreude, and even added more than a couple films to my Netflix queue (show me what you got, ONE FROM THE HEART and HEAVEN'S GATE!)
Wow, so David Cronenberg and Howard Shore's opera of THE FLY is finally actually happening? Conducted by Placido Domingo? Hot sweet damn! I greatly look forward to the sure-to-be-legendary aria, "Blarrghh (My Vomit Digests My Food For Me)."
Seriously, it's a highly dubious prospect, but Cronenberg is a mad genius, Howard Shore is wonderful, and THE FLY is a brillaint love story/tragedy/cancer (or AIDS) allegory cleverly disguised as a slimy horror movie. So it just might work.
Finally,
spacechild finally succeeded in showing me KNOCKED UP. I honestly wasn't expecting to like it as much as I did. Remember, I loathed 40-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN, but SUPERBAD was so surprisingly great that I was finally willing to give KNOCKED UP a shot, even though it was in serious danger of overhype between the mainstream audiences that embraced it and the general Cult of Apatow. I haven't that much to offer in terms of my thoughts just now. I'm going to need to see it again, and I will, absolutely. But for now, all I'm gonna say is that it's one of those rare cases where I go, "Damn... I wish I could have been a part of that somehow."
