I saw It's Complicated, and I liked it so much. Meryl Streep looked lovely, and completely natural. They didn't cake her with makeup or film her through vaseline, they just showed what a well-cared for lady of a certain age looks like. Alec Baldwin was equally charming as, well, a charmer starting to run low on the charm. Steve Martin was restrained and endearing.
Hallie described this as "a rom com for old people." I guess it is, and this old person liked it!
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I'm looking forward to seeing that sometime soon, Verb. Might sneak off this week when no one's watching.
Sue and I saw this film last night. I liked it at the start but quickly had to work to enjoy it. By mid-movie, it had fully collapsed like a second mouthful of nicely presented but very bad hummus. Something there is about marital dysfunction that doesn't like the California setting. It's got to be the sense of endless summer, the idea of bounty, where avocados or oranges or hot sex are just outside the door ready for the plucking. But inevitably these are stand-ins for mere fantasy and endless entitlement, and that tired work horse of human failure, self indulgence. And this movie is like one of those sad little moments when what has only long felt possible suddenly feels rotted. Not long into the movie, I understood I was only watching an updated version of The Parent Trap. The location has moved somewhat north along the coast but thread bare fantasy has kept up exactly with the times. Brian Keith's horsey, western themed ranch has now been replaced by Streep's basil and lavender-scented Tuscan lair. Also perfectly up-to-date, it's now not the kid's who plot to get the divorced parents back to together but rather the parents themselves. With all the delusion and double talk that pot smoking lawyers and French schooled pastry chefs are capable. How perfect. How full circle. Are there no grown-ups anymore west of the Sierras? Can't an earthquake or al Queda please shake the croissants and cruelty from the California mind?
Ded, its good to see you rise up from your east coast hideout and poke your head up into the sun.
I return because, like Icarus, I melt before the sunny smiles of Old Broards.
He's not only back, he's back with a VENGEANCE!
okay, it was complicated! how are you now? :)
Not so great. My weight loss is stalled out and I have a flat tire. That is not a metaphor for a figure problem--it's a real flat tire! About to call AAA.
What would I do without you to nag me to update? I'll try to get something else up there today!
i do a great job nagging. :)
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