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Worth Getting Searched For
Mar. 23rd, 2005 11:53 pmFor various reasons I won't go into, his week's been kinda rough, especially upon Himself, but today at least was a good day. I helped him finish the article he was writing for the Friends of the Merril's newsletter, Sol Rising, and he dropped it off, along with some photos and an obituary for Will Eisner, at their meeting.
The half-size replica of Smile Time Angel came out today, and we now have our very own Wee Little Puppet Man (TM). Actually, he's more of a Wee Little Doll Man, since he doesn't actually function as a puppet:
Himself: Oh well. We can pose him with a coffee mug that says "I'm the Boss."
Me: We could get him one of those little espresso cups, so it'll be in scale.
Also we got into the Sin City preview on a free pass. The Paramount seemed more than usually paranoid about movie piracy - everyone had to open their bags at the door, swear they weren't carrying camera phones, and then be checked over with a metal detector wand - this last bit particularly annoyed Himself, who hadn't expected anything of the sort, and was wearing his leather coat which has a lot of rivets and snaps in it. Also, once in the theatre, an old man with a walker kept going around and asking if he could borrow somebody's cel phone, which Himself suspected was actually further security - some kind of phone narc. He did look a little out of place among the Miller/Rodriguez/Tarantino fans.
At least we weren't subjected to the "how dare you take bread from our techies' mouths" ad.
And Sin City rules! I can't wait until it actually opens so I can watch it again. It's not for all tastes, of course - it's predicated on what I tend to think of as Beowulf morality, in which everyone's a brutal killer, but the good guys are the ones who only kill other killers. If you're at all squeamish about carnage, the injury-to-the-groin motif or pedophile serial-killer villains who take a while to get their comeuppance, or if you dislike complex, time-looping narratives, you should probably sit this one out. If, however, you like operatically over-the-top noir storylines, battered, dangerous guys who wear their hearts on their sleeves and scars on their faces, lethal amazon-warrior prostitutes, violence that is literally graphic (in that every frame has been composed, lit and digitally post-produced to look just like Miller's drawings), or if you've ever suspected that Elijah Wood could be really, really scary, this film will show you a damn good time.
The half-size replica of Smile Time Angel came out today, and we now have our very own Wee Little Puppet Man (TM). Actually, he's more of a Wee Little Doll Man, since he doesn't actually function as a puppet:
Himself: Oh well. We can pose him with a coffee mug that says "I'm the Boss."
Me: We could get him one of those little espresso cups, so it'll be in scale.
Also we got into the Sin City preview on a free pass. The Paramount seemed more than usually paranoid about movie piracy - everyone had to open their bags at the door, swear they weren't carrying camera phones, and then be checked over with a metal detector wand - this last bit particularly annoyed Himself, who hadn't expected anything of the sort, and was wearing his leather coat which has a lot of rivets and snaps in it. Also, once in the theatre, an old man with a walker kept going around and asking if he could borrow somebody's cel phone, which Himself suspected was actually further security - some kind of phone narc. He did look a little out of place among the Miller/Rodriguez/Tarantino fans.
At least we weren't subjected to the "how dare you take bread from our techies' mouths" ad.
And Sin City rules! I can't wait until it actually opens so I can watch it again. It's not for all tastes, of course - it's predicated on what I tend to think of as Beowulf morality, in which everyone's a brutal killer, but the good guys are the ones who only kill other killers. If you're at all squeamish about carnage, the injury-to-the-groin motif or pedophile serial-killer villains who take a while to get their comeuppance, or if you dislike complex, time-looping narratives, you should probably sit this one out. If, however, you like operatically over-the-top noir storylines, battered, dangerous guys who wear their hearts on their sleeves and scars on their faces, lethal amazon-warrior prostitutes, violence that is literally graphic (in that every frame has been composed, lit and digitally post-produced to look just like Miller's drawings), or if you've ever suspected that Elijah Wood could be really, really scary, this film will show you a damn good time.
