Movie: Easy A

Somehow from the the promos, I got the mistaken idea that this was a film about seducing a teacher to improve one’s grade.  That concept would probably be better served in a college context rather than high school especially if one wanted to make it a comedy.

The film had an interesting premise about how reputations can be made or lost, and at least didn’t put anyone in the house asleep while we watched.

Unfortunately, there were some things in the film that just didn’t ring true.  For instance, I had a very hard time believing the main character was really 17 or 18, she looked to be mid-twenties and sounded like a dirty, filthy smoker.  In fact, according to my internet sources Emma Stone was born in ’88 and is indeed a smoker.  It’s ruining her voice and aging her fast.  Anyway, I spent the entire movie thinking:  Okay, this is pretend…Pretend she’s in high school…Pretend she looks like a teenager…Pretend that’s how 18 year olds behave…But because I had to tell myself to pretend, it took away some of the fun one would otherwise have watching a movie.

Plus, Easy A’s end had no punch.  (Or as they would say in High School — it was anti-climatic).

But good endings for movies are hard to come by.  The best movie ending the world for a comedy film would be the ending of 50 First Dates.  Wow — absolutely great ending!

What’s really weird is that whenever we’re channel surfing we always come upon 50 First Dates and it’s always at the same spot…you know the part where Lucy is back in the institution and Adam Sandler comes to see her, and she’s been dreaming about him and painting his picture.  At that point, the movie’s about over, so we have watch the rest because I really love that perfect ending.  And then I get a little teary-eyed and always say: that movie has the best ending in the world for a comedy film — ooohhhh.

Other than that Easy A was okay.  Just okay.

Movies: Hangover, Whiteout and A Perfect Getaway

The problem with whodunits is I can always (well about 95% of the time) guess who did it.  Agatha Christie was the master of whodunit, and after I figured out her formula every other whodunit is easy.  In movies and television it is particularly simple.  A rule of thumb is the “who” will be introduced early on and would be considered the least likely to do the crime.  So simply ask yourself:  who was there in the first few scenes of the movie and who would it seem the least probable to have anything to do with the crime?  Voila!  That’s who did it.

Whiteout and A Perfect Getaway went along with the predictable movie whodunit genre, which ends in the (un-) exciting chase scene.  A Perfect Getaway has a somewhat interesting twist, but failed when it came to giving us any kind of scare.  Filmed in Canada, but pretending to be Antarctica, Whiteout at least gives an unusual location for a crime.

Since whodunits are so difficult to do well, how about more of: what actually happened last night?!

Hangover is exactly that and nicely combines a mystery in with the comedic plot.  I was afraid Hangover was going to be one of those stupid guy movies with barf and fart jokes and half naked women running around with their tits hanging out.  There was some of that, but only one tit and some bikini clad women during the credits.  Mostly it was a great movie, one of the best we’ve seen in a long time.  My boyfriend loved it and said it was worth seeing again — and that means five stars.  Four stars goes to movies that are worth seeing again, five stars go to movies that you actually want to see again.

Another movie we both like is 50 First Dates.  They show it on television all the time, and when we’re flipping through we always catch it at the same spot:  where Drew Barrymore is painting and singing.  It may be a chick-flick but my boyfriend likes it too.  Then we have to watch the rest so we can see the end.  This movie has the best ending of any movie we’ve ever seen.  It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it, at the end I tear up a little.  Then my boyfriend says something like:  How many times have you seen this movie?  Then he goes:  Ooooh, and gives me a hug — because he likes it too.

Movies: 9 Dead, Grey Gardens, Tea with Mussolini

Except for the first 10 minutes — an action-packed start, but pointless — and the last 30 seconds, 9 Dead was a pretty good movie.  There wasn’t a lot of blood and guts, but it had an interesting premise which was worked pretty well — except at the beginning and the last 30 seconds.  They didn’t know how to end the movie, but at least they ended it.  Sometimes movies should end at a certain point but the filmmaker keeps it dragging it on for another 15-20 minutes — I hate that. 9 Dead gets it done, I can say that much for it.

Here’s what my boyfriend said about the movie:  It’s the best you got in a while.

He also noted that it is kind of like the movie Saw except without the torture and plot intricacies.  So it wasn’t has horrible as Saw, but it wasn’t as good either.  9 Dead was still okay.

He thought it was much better than Grey Gardens or Tea with Mussolini, which tells you what he knows. Those were good movies, but gray-haired old women were the focus in both and the chance of seeing titties was absolutely zero.  If I’m watching something and he’s in the other room, and they’re showing boobs, I’ll yell out: TITTIES!  He’ll topple over chairs to get in the TV room in time to see them. It’s kind of aggravating for two reasons.  One, when I call him for something that’s actually important, he’ll just ignore me.  Two, what’s wrong with my titties?

He says my titties are just fine, but he sees them every day and likes to look at different types of titties whenever he gets a chance.  Should I be feeling insecure?  Maybe I shouldn’t let him see my titties for a very long time and then he’ll break down doors to try and get a peek.

So anyway, Grey Gardens (not to be confused with Grey’s Anatomy — which is going down the toilet this season) and Tea with Mussolini were both far superior to  9 Dead — but they weren’t thrillers.  None of them showed any titties.