Thanks to everyone who played in the contest--at 11:29 last night, Bev left the 2,000 comment on this blog.
Bev, will you please e-mail me at b13army AT Yahoo DOT com with your snail mail addy? I've got some yarn and something handmade for you and want to talk colors. I like my contest winners to be happy.
A while ago Neal suggested that I must see Gothic. As a fan of the English Romantics (I almost made that my area of study instead of Shakespeare. Imagine!), he thought it was shameful that I had never seen Ken Russell's film about one of literature's most important contests. I dutifully put the movie on my Netflix queue, only to discover that it was being reissued. All summer I waited for word that it was on its way to us, and yesterday, finally, it arrived. I was so excited about it that I called Neal at work to tell him the good news. I did all my chores and even cooked a lovely meal, then settled in for the movie. Neal gave me a sheepish, "I hope you like it," you know the way you do when you've built up a movie or book and then have doubts about your recommendation.
I couldn't even finish it, and I'm pretty good at finishing even bad movies. The aesthetic of the film irritated me; the angles at which Russell shot the actors were beyond unflattering; the story was all wrong. Don't even get me started about the sound track, which was constantly at a frenzied, built-up state, meaning that the viewer is constantly expecting something big and is constantly denied that big something. Not in a suspenseful way, either.
As Neal chatted with me before work this morning (one of my favorite parts of the day, btw), he was a bit sheepish and unclear about why he'd thought that movie was one of his favorites. I blame it on the 80s. Perhaps it seemed artsy and edgy then, but it did not hold up over the last 20 years.
What's the worst movie you've seen in a while?