An ex of mine used to say that “Denzel Washington is the best actor of his generation” in a particularly reverent way, and I did not disagree. I approve of The Ringer shouting out his best roles–but am sorely disappointed that Denzel’s turn as the Prince in Much Ado About Nothing does not appear on the list. Because damn–he is so good in that role and I love that movie and I would not turn him down like Beatrice did.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THEY ASKED WILLIAM FREAKING GIBSON TO WRITE THE THIRD ALIEN MOVIE AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN FREAKING FILM IT. I mean, COME ON: “Ripley’s cryo-pod gets damaged and she goes into a coma, and little Newt is wisely sent back to Earth to stay with family (there’s a sweet scene where she draws a map of where she’ll be and pins it next to the comatose Ripley)…” I’ve never even seen Alien 3 but I would have watched the fuck out of Alien III.
Oh my goodness. Jordan Peele’s Get Out is an excellent film. HOWEVER–the trailer gives away waaaaay too much of the movie, so just trust that it’s a worthwhile watch even if you’re not into horror films. Just go see it!
And it doesn’t hurt that there are a couple instances of good denim. First there is this sweet little denim shirt dress on Alison Williams:
And Daniel Kaluuya spends the second half of the film running around in this kicky number:
Of course by the end of the movie, the shirt is not so pristine anymore! (Spoiler alert: blood!)
Jurassic Park is now on (Canadian) Netflix, and of course I had to watch. The costume design really caught my eye.
Laura Dern, you goddamn fox.
Of course I am digging the cuffed jeans and hiking boots. Very palaeontologist.
And Dr. I-Don’t-Like-Kids gets a denim shirt, too. (Also: this whole movie isn’t really so much about dinosaurs and rampant use of unproven technology, but about socializing Dr. What’s-his-nuts into liking children.)
Look at that little chambray wearing monster, all set to break down Dr. Whosit’s defences.
And I do love how after spending hours getting attacked by dinosaurs and sleeping in a tree, these two have maintained their perfectly tucked-in shirts. Good for keeping continuity, but perhaps not so realistic? No child likes to tuck in a shirt, especially into jeans.
But I know what you’re really wanting to see.
No denim in this shot, but still plenty to look at, no?
This piece from Vulture on Children of Men is worth it–such a great mix of movie-making magic and politics.
Personally, I’m not so sure we are actually “obligated to hope” but I do want to re-watch Children of Men now.
Someone posted Lindy West’s vicious Love Actually recap in the comments on Jez yesterday, and of course I had to read it again. So hilarious, and so accurate. (And such a great way to kick of this wonderful Atheistspinstermas season.)
This 1989 profile of Errol Morris popped up on Longform this week, and it is a delight. I think I chuckled at every single direct quote from Morris; he really comes across as a charming kook who just stumbled into exonerating an innocent man (and who really knew how to run with the information he had).
The Thin Blue Line is on Netflix, and, even knowing the story and how it all turns out, the film remains utterly compelling.
Standard Operating Procedure, Morris’ 2008 work on Abu Ghraib, is also on Netflix, but I just don’t have the emotional wherewithal to watch it. Someday, though.
Unf, yeah. Blow up all the things for real.