Thought I'd post this here until I hear we're doing it somewhere else....
Post the name of the latest movie you've seen and your rating out of 10.
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Sunshine Boys (t0073766) - 7/10 - loved Burns, hated Matthau.
Post the name of the latest movie you've seen and your rating out of 10.
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Sunshine Boys (t0073766) - 7/10 - loved Burns, hated Matthau.
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On Her Majesty's Secret Service - 8/10 - While Lazenby isn't exactly dynamic in the role I think many of the others actors, the storyline and the action sequences are as good or better than many of the other Bond films.
Funny, it was the worst bond film I've seen. The fights, especialy on the beach, looked fake. It made me laugh. And there are obvious mistakes. The special effects and the story are horrible in my opinion. In that era the effects could be much better. 3/10
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Little Men - 8/10
Season 5 of Longmire - 8/10 - not as good as the earlier seasons but still better than most shows out there
Buck - 9/10
Season 5 of Longmire - 8/10 - not as good as the earlier seasons but still better than most shows out there
Buck - 9/10
It is rather funny that you should mention "Longmire". Why? My book club, to which I had missed a few sessions and I'm trying to reconnect with last night, just finished a Longmire novel that came in the middle of the series. I didn't catch the name of which one it was but it was about dinosaur bones. As I listened, they complained about the book's dryness and bad editing (as in you couldn't tell who was talking in the conversations because the editor didn't force the writer to put in the names of the characters every once in a while.) they said you had to figure out who was talking by how they were talking. Anyway, they said that the book was so dry and badly edited that watching the show was better.
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Huh. I haven't read the books. But they sell pretty well so there's probably a bunch of people who do like them.
I know this group at the club. They are pretty good critics of what they read. They are usually on target. Way too many criticized the editing. They took on the topic of why the books sell. They came to the conclusion that it was ether fans of the show or they were fans of the earlier books that were probably better than the one they read. Book series are like movies series. Not every entry into the series is going to be great . Some are weaker than others. I'm just saying that particular book, which they said was filmed, the show was better. Thus a reversal of the old adage "The book is always better than the movie". A refreshing change of pace there. I just find it a wild coincidence that you post about Longmire the next day after the book club talked about and reviewed a Longmire novel they had just finished.
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Thought you might be interested in this. Craig Johnson sent it out to his mailing list a year + ago:
“I watch your show.”
I was sitting in the airport, or what passed as an airport, in Bethel, the town that is pretty much acknowledged as the toughest in Alaska. I was awaiting the next of my charter flights that would take me back to Anchorage after spending a week on the Kanektok River near Qhinhagak in the Togiak National Wildlife Refuge. There were three other people in the waiting room with a television blaring the cartoon channel. A man slumped on one of the wooden benches that looked as if it might’ve been stolen from a church, another was on the pay phone attempting to arrange a ride somewhere, and the third was an older native woman in a fur-trimmed, down-filled parka.
“Excuse me?”
She was heavy-set, with large, brown eyes that held a softness. “I heard you tell the woman at the desk your name; you’re the one that writes The Longmire.”
She said it the way I’d heard other natives refer to both the books and the TV show in an economy of language I had to admit, worked. “Well, the books—not the TV show.”
“I’ve read one of your books.”
“Which one?”
“The one in the mountains with the big man.”
Hell is Empty. “Virgil?”
“Yep.” She studied me, a little dubious. “It was scary.”
I nodded. “Most aren’t as frightening as that one.”
She smiled and gestured toward the blaring screen on the wall. “Do you help with the show?”
“Some.”
“Did you help cast Lou Diamond Phillips?”
“Not by myself, but he got my vote.”
“I like him.”
“Me, too.”
“There is only one thing . . . ”
I braced myself for the upcoming battle, having had it with numerous people who wanted to know why we hadn’t cast a six foot-four (Lou is six feet tall), native actor (Lou is part native) with hair down to the middle of his back (Lou would be happy to but he has other jobs during the year which require different lengths). “And what’s that?”
“Why would you cast a man who is Inuit as a Cheyenne?”
I stared at her for a moment, running through Lou’s pedigree, varied as it is, and was pretty sure that Inuit wasn’t in the mix. “I don’t think he’s Eskimo . . .”
She nodded to herself. “Yes, I saw him in a movie once, Agaguk. He was very good.”
I thought back to Shadow of the Wolf, the movie from the novel by Yves Thériault, an esoteric film Lou had done with Toshirô Mifuni back in the early nineties. In the film as well as the novel, Agaguk (Lou’s character), a young Inuit man, is accused of killing a white trapper and must flee for his life. “No, I think that was just the character that he played in the movie.”
“No, his Yupik was very good.”
Remembering my wife using her phone in France to record both Lou and Robert Taylor speaking French, I felt as if I had to break the news. “I think they dub the films after they make them.”
She continued to nod, ignoring me and satisfied in her knowledge. “Yes, his Yupik was as good as mine.”
“Uh huh.” I wondered if she thought that Mifuni, Jennifer Tilly, and Donald Sutherland were Inuit, too.
“The movie was better than the book, but they left out one of my favorite parts—the one where the old woman is chewing on the polar bear penis.”
Like I said, Bethel's a tough town.
“I watch your show.”
I was sitting in the airport, or what passed as an airport, in Bethel, the town that is pretty much acknowledged as the toughest in Alaska. I was awaiting the next of my charter flights that would take me back to Anchorage after spending a week on the Kanektok River near Qhinhagak in the Togiak National Wildlife Refuge. There were three other people in the waiting room with a television blaring the cartoon channel. A man slumped on one of the wooden benches that looked as if it might’ve been stolen from a church, another was on the pay phone attempting to arrange a ride somewhere, and the third was an older native woman in a fur-trimmed, down-filled parka.
“Excuse me?”
She was heavy-set, with large, brown eyes that held a softness. “I heard you tell the woman at the desk your name; you’re the one that writes The Longmire.”
She said it the way I’d heard other natives refer to both the books and the TV show in an economy of language I had to admit, worked. “Well, the books—not the TV show.”
“I’ve read one of your books.”
“Which one?”
“The one in the mountains with the big man.”
Hell is Empty. “Virgil?”
“Yep.” She studied me, a little dubious. “It was scary.”
I nodded. “Most aren’t as frightening as that one.”
She smiled and gestured toward the blaring screen on the wall. “Do you help with the show?”
“Some.”
“Did you help cast Lou Diamond Phillips?”
“Not by myself, but he got my vote.”
“I like him.”
“Me, too.”
“There is only one thing . . . ”
I braced myself for the upcoming battle, having had it with numerous people who wanted to know why we hadn’t cast a six foot-four (Lou is six feet tall), native actor (Lou is part native) with hair down to the middle of his back (Lou would be happy to but he has other jobs during the year which require different lengths). “And what’s that?”
“Why would you cast a man who is Inuit as a Cheyenne?”
I stared at her for a moment, running through Lou’s pedigree, varied as it is, and was pretty sure that Inuit wasn’t in the mix. “I don’t think he’s Eskimo . . .”
She nodded to herself. “Yes, I saw him in a movie once, Agaguk. He was very good.”
I thought back to Shadow of the Wolf, the movie from the novel by Yves Thériault, an esoteric film Lou had done with Toshirô Mifuni back in the early nineties. In the film as well as the novel, Agaguk (Lou’s character), a young Inuit man, is accused of killing a white trapper and must flee for his life. “No, I think that was just the character that he played in the movie.”
“No, his Yupik was very good.”
Remembering my wife using her phone in France to record both Lou and Robert Taylor speaking French, I felt as if I had to break the news. “I think they dub the films after they make them.”
She continued to nod, ignoring me and satisfied in her knowledge. “Yes, his Yupik was as good as mine.”
“Uh huh.” I wondered if she thought that Mifuni, Jennifer Tilly, and Donald Sutherland were Inuit, too.
“The movie was better than the book, but they left out one of my favorite parts—the one where the old woman is chewing on the polar bear penis.”
Like I said, Bethel's a tough town.
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My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown - 8/10
Of course, DDL's performance is a masterpiece. But in the "real Christy Brown" featurette on the DVD the real Christy actually seemed far more flexible than DDL's performance of him. Which seemed odd to me, for some reason.
Of course, DDL's performance is a masterpiece. But in the "real Christy Brown" featurette on the DVD the real Christy actually seemed far more flexible than DDL's performance of him. Which seemed odd to me, for some reason.
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Hugh O'Conner was brilliant as the young Christy.
5/10 from me as well. I started out with 7 stars and as I wrote my review I could barely give it 5 by the end.
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