In his new movie Unknown, Liam Neeson plays “Dr. Martin Harris [who] awakens after a car accident in Berlin to discover that his wife (Betty Draper, whose ex-husband also stole someone else’s identity, common theme HMM?) suddenly doesn’t recognize him and another man has assumed his identity. Ignored by disbelieving authorities and hunted by mysterious assassins, he finds himself alone, tired, and on the run. Aided by an unlikely ally (Diane Kruger), Martin plunges headlong into a deadly mystery that will force him to question his sanity, his identity, and just how far he’s willing to go to uncover the truth.” And destroys Berlin in the process.
First it was Paris in Taken, now Berlin? I can’t wait till he destroys Rome in Forsaken, where he plays Elliot Johnson, who is on vacation with his wife until she mysteriously disappears in the middle of the night. Hounded by shadowy government agents, he inadvertently uncovers a global conspiracy/criminal ring while searching for his wife, who is the key to everything. Something like that.
To think that I almost didn’t watch the show because I thought it was a 1960s version of American Psycho.
Not that it would have been a bad thing.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be an elephant.
No, I don’t. That’s absurd.
But I do wonder what it would be like to be Tony Stark.
Yeah…that would be the life…
“If they really feel that they’re not getting enough of the wonders of the natural world in their life, then they should just go on a damn walk in the woods.”
-James Cameron, responding to reports that some moviegoers fell into a deep depression after realizing the world of Pandora didn’t exist.
James Cameron looks scornfully upon those who take his movies a bit too seriously.
Bridge to Terabithia was one of my favorite books when I was growing up. In fact, it’s still one of my favorite books. It’s so gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking yet beautiful coming of age stories that you can’t stop thinking about it, even when you haven’t read it in the past 10 years. When I heard that they were making it into a movie, naturally, I had some doubts. For one, Jesse and Leslie’s young music teacher was someone who I always visualized as the ideal twenty-something artsy teacher who had something vaguely hippie-ish (hippish) about her. And of course, she was beautiful, but not necessarily in the drop-dead gorgeous “you should be a movie star” sort of way, but someone who you’d genuinely have a crush on, whether you’re a young boy or not. Someone who was actually appealing enough for a young boy to forgo his budding relationship with a spirited and imaginative and age-appropriate Leslie. I couldn’t think of many Hollywood actresses who could fit the bill. I think Zooey did a terrific job, how about you?
So I finally got around to watching Invictus today. You know, the movie with Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela and something about uniting the divided country of South Africa through rugby? Yeah, so I was watching the movie and the rugby World Cup scenes were particularly interesting, because THERE WERE NO VUVUZELAS. South African tradition my ass.