
Vidiot's Corner-M.R.F.T.C.C. As Parker Posey would say, “Hey, hey, hello!” This is my attempt to view various films and offer up my 2 cents for your consideration. Ratings: My 2 cents since 1992 about films I’ve loved - 4⭐️s, Good, but not great - 3⭐️s, Meh - 2⭐️s, Hand me the ice pick, I’ll put it through my temples now - 1⭐️
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Lady Bird
Girls at 16 are pretty much walking, talking balls of hormones; likewise, boys of the same age. Here we have Christine “Lady Bird”
McPherson who attends a Catholic girls school, says she’s from the wrong
side of the tracks, and is aching to break free from Sacramento as soon
and as far away as possible. Been there (Seattle), done that (moved to
San Diego), except for the Catholic school up-bringing. Unfortunately,
Lady Bird is not rich, a genius, nor are her parents, which limits her
options for getting out of Dodge and attending an Ivy League school.
She’s sort of stumbling through her senior year. New relationships in
her life are teetering on experimental as she plots her way to something
that will fulfill her magazine fantasies. Lady Bird’s mother is stuck
between a rock and hard place with how to deal with her which is sort of
surprising because the apple really hasn’t fallen far from the tree.
I’m not a mother, but I am a daughter, and have first-hand knowledge of
how this works. First, you put your fingers in your ears, close your
eyes, and make mistake after mistake blaming it on your circumstances
and your lack of participation, rather than your choices which, if you
listened to your mother, might have worked out differently because your
mother, like it or not, has probably experienced exactly what you’re
dealing with emotionally many, many years before you were even an idea.
Funny how that works. Anyway, this is Greta Gerwig’s directorial debut
and it’s a doozy. Saoirse Ronan and Laura Metcalf are stellar as
daughter and mother, with a supporting cast that compliments their
emotional tug o’war to a tee. Rating: (4 hail Mary's) a container of non-consecrated
wafers, a pack of clove cigarettes, best prom ever, and a trip or two to the thrift
store .
Friday, February 16, 2018
Blade Runner 2049
So it’s 30 years
in the future from what was supposed to be one year from now (2019), but
the original film based on Philip K. Dick’s short story, “Do Androids
Dream Of Electric Sheep?” was filmed in 1982 based on a post-apocalyptic
world in 1992, and, if that doesn’t confuse you enough, the story was
published in 1968. There has been so much talk about A.I. in the last
few months, this story is getting scarily more plausible. We now have
Siri, Cortana, Alexa, and probably, HAL, in the international space
station. Machines that talk to me make me uncomfortable. I don’t want
one of those little talking boxes, that can possibly monitor my every
waking moment, in my house. I live alone and some disembodied voice
responding to what it thinks I’m talking to creeps me out, totally. I
use the internet probably just as much as the average person, but I’m a
human being and I have a limited shelf life of, oh, I don’t know, 5
seconds to 100 years, depending on so many factors it hurts my organic
brain. So, what does this have to do with this much overdue sequel to
what most of the men in my life have claimed to be “the best science
fiction film, ever”? Actually, it has everything to do with the first
film. Do you want to know what happened to Decker and Rachel? Do you
want to know if Decker was human or replicant? Did Rachel have a “shelf
life”? When replicants are threatened, do they “blow a fuse” and
that’s why they react so violently? Why don’t humans realize that you
can destroy something that’s trying to kill you, but that something can
also be rebuilt and upgraded. When am I going to get a flying car? Is
this a fantasy or is it the real thing? Are we just an experiment that
worked really well and every generation is a new version? Why is Ryan
Gosling so effing wonderful as “Joe”? I think I liked him in this film
more than I did in La-La Land, but that’s just me. So many existential
questions…to find out the answers to these and many more…survey
sez…check it out. Rating: 3.68 stars Sweet dreams are made of cheese…
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Dunkirk
Wars are difficult for me to write about. I see
no good reason for them. I also know that in today’s world, visual
reenactments of major conflicts are probably the only way to teach
massive amounts of the public, history. If you haven’t lived it, been
exposed to it through schooling, and learned from these experiences,
you’re bound to make the same mistakes, and believe me, war is one of
the biggest mistakes anyone can make.
WWII is filled with stories of heroism, tragedy,
incredible battles, bombs, guns, death, decadence, lack of hope, and
despair. It pretty much ran the whole gamut of situations one could
find one’s self in both in Europe and Asia. This is the story of how
338,000 Allied Troops on June 4, 1940 escaped the beaches of Dunkirk on
the coast of France. Cue the song White Cliffs of Dover. This
particular battle left, as I said, a large number of soldiers vulnerable
to airstrikes by the Germans. You can’t hide from an airstrike if you
can’t find a space that’s not exposed while you’re waiting in a huge
queue and the only way you’re getting out is to sneak onto the first
available transport out of Dodge. In this case, even if you could find
somewhere to hide, it may have included swimming to the nearest local
fisherman’s trawler, pleasure boat, or even a dinghy. Many, many, many
lives were lost and it almost seemed like an open and shut situation had
it not been for the talent and in a few cases, pure dumb luck, of the
fighters who staved off the attacks by German Luftwaffe. They used the
beached troops as target practice, almost like shooting ducks in a
barrel.
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