However, a remake of Red Dawn, post-Afghanistan-and-Iraq, is at least bearing the pair up for lunch money and giving them swirlies. I mean, a movie where Americans are talking about defending their homeland and the invaders (North Korean or Chinese, doesn’t matter) only see it as a “place” that will actually be taken seriously by many of my fellow citizens had to be someone’s idea of an overly elaborate joke.
At some point there’s too much money involved for it to be pure trolling.
So the line Obama dropped tonight? “I’m no longer just a candidate. I’m the President.”
Reminded me a lot of the big speech Michael Douglas made at a White House presser in The American President, which concludes with “My name is Andrew Shepherd, and I AM the President.” (It’s a reference/rebuke to Richard Dreyfus’ Republican senator, who’s the likely opponent in the fall, who ends his speeches with: “I’m Bob Rumson, and I’m running for President!”) So much so I wondered if someone slipped Aaron Sorkin a draft of the speech to re-write.
If you excise the stuff he goes on about Annette Benning’s Sydney Ellen Wade, just substitute Mitt Romney for Bob Rumson and it’s pretty much the tone Obama used tonight — talking about the divisions the GOP want to exploit, how they’re not offering solutions so much as selling you on some nostalgia. That said, hearing a fictional Democratic president talk about gun control and banning assault weapons really tells you it’s the 1990s, cos no one dares do that any more.
The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt, in the latest edition of Playboy’s “20 Questions” (link NSFW b/c it’s Playboy)
(500) Days of Summer, despite how annoying Zooey Deschanel was/is/can be on screen, was a textbook case of the Unreliable Narrator.
Script, special effects, and such aside, my favorite touch in that movie is using an Edith Piaf song (“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien”) as the “kick” tune for everyone to wake up because Marion Cotillard (Mal, Cobb’s dead wife) won an Oscar for playing Piaf in La Vie en Rose.
The headline is slightly unfair, it’s more like “Salander-inspired.” But the irony (or cognitive dissonance) in selling a clothing line based on a character’s fashion tastes in the American movie adaptation (since there already has been a Swedish version of the Millennium Trilogy) of a book that was written by a fairly fervent socialist and attempted stinging critiques of capitalism in the midst of a plot that revolved around some pretty gnarly rape, sexual assault, and exploitation of women (the book’s original Swedish title being Men Who Hate Women) just blows my mind. And this doesn’t even get into the fact that the character Lisbeth Salander is someone who kills and maims — largely to people who’ve wronged and abused her, but it’s not as if she’s anything remotely innocent. “Anti-heroine” is putting it lightly.
TV and film’s almost inured us to these levels of irony and/or dissonance, but there are way too many levels here to ignore without comment.