Street Car Named Desire and Notting Hill
Saturday I sat down and watched some films on TV with Grandma. Well, she slept through them and I watched :)
The first was A Street Car Named Desire. This film made me want to see the play, because I could tell how powerful it is and well written, but I just didn't connect with the characters, and I blame the little TV screen I was watching. Why am I just not impressed with Marlon Brando? I have not been blown away be any of the his work I've seen (only 3 - Apocalypse Now, Streetcar and the Third Man). Maybe it's an alpha male thing, or maybe I'll change my mind when I see the Godfather.
When this film finished grandma disappeared while I made dinner. It wasn't until I'd almost finished that I worked out she had gone to bed!! Because we had been watching a film (streecar) she had thought it was late. So I got her out and we had dinner. This was the only funny thing she did all weekend, and she was in quite high spirits.
Then I watched the film Notting Hill, another Hugh Grant romatntic comedy. I watched it for two reasons a) I live near Notting Hill and b) I enjoyed Bridget Jones the other weekend so much that I was looking for similar enjoyment.
And I did. It's a pretty darn good film, and Julia Roberts performed the only role that I have actually liked of hers. The one thing I'd like to know is, how come people kiss Hugh with little prompting? I mean, being the timid, nervous little man that I am, I find it very hard to know if a girl is expecting me to kiss them, so it would really help if they just did it, and then if they don't I know that it wasn't meant to be. And how is the girl supposed to be any better informed than I am about the situation, I hear you ask. Easy - I'm pretty darn transparent when it comes to these things AND girls are supposed to be better at it anyway.
The first was A Street Car Named Desire. This film made me want to see the play, because I could tell how powerful it is and well written, but I just didn't connect with the characters, and I blame the little TV screen I was watching. Why am I just not impressed with Marlon Brando? I have not been blown away be any of the his work I've seen (only 3 - Apocalypse Now, Streetcar and the Third Man). Maybe it's an alpha male thing, or maybe I'll change my mind when I see the Godfather.
When this film finished grandma disappeared while I made dinner. It wasn't until I'd almost finished that I worked out she had gone to bed!! Because we had been watching a film (streecar) she had thought it was late. So I got her out and we had dinner. This was the only funny thing she did all weekend, and she was in quite high spirits.
Then I watched the film Notting Hill, another Hugh Grant romatntic comedy. I watched it for two reasons a) I live near Notting Hill and b) I enjoyed Bridget Jones the other weekend so much that I was looking for similar enjoyment.
And I did. It's a pretty darn good film, and Julia Roberts performed the only role that I have actually liked of hers. The one thing I'd like to know is, how come people kiss Hugh with little prompting? I mean, being the timid, nervous little man that I am, I find it very hard to know if a girl is expecting me to kiss them, so it would really help if they just did it, and then if they don't I know that it wasn't meant to be. And how is the girl supposed to be any better informed than I am about the situation, I hear you ask. Easy - I'm pretty darn transparent when it comes to these things AND girls are supposed to be better at it anyway.
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