Coincidence File
I don't care for writing reviews, actually. I don't think I have that kind of mind. I have thoughts, of course. I don't know what they add up to & I can't usually be troubled to make them add up to anything. I just like to leave some things in a mess, you know? In fact I think that you have to leave some things in a mess.
Coincidences: Yesterday morning, I was writing about the stock phrases and stories that people trot out all the time, which I don't know counts as a coincidence --that it was in this movie. A lot of people do that a lot of the time. But I think the thing about the bonnet was a true, odd coincidence. Also in a earlier draft of this ...whatever this is, I had a little bit about "ludic incidents," and I just went to merriam-webster.com & the word of the day is ludic.
Acting notes: I thought that Naomi Watts had too much craft showing. Who I thought was brilliant, though, was Jude Law. I'm insane about Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin --I got lost for a little while thinking about how I was going to do that eye with the black eyeliner as soon as I got home, and again thinking about doing an eye like Isabelle Huppert with a sweep of coppery shadow & a coat of clear mascara that I confiscated from my niece.
Everything else: R and I had a small falling out over whether it was more desirable to sleep with Naomi Watts or Isabelle Huppert. Clearly the man is insane. Women like Isabelle Huppert don't just fall out of trees. But he regards this in me as something to be filed in the same drawer as "Crush --Orbach, Jerry."
I managed not to get too upset over the petroleum thing. I don't have a character with a petroleum obsession, anyway. That sort of thing doesn't terribly upset me anymore, because by now I've accepted that my thing is going to happen in its own sweet time, if it's going to happen --and where would we be, if the world stopped in its tracks to wait for me-- & also by now, I believe in the blanket.
I almost feel like I can't say that I liked I [Heart] Huckabees, though I did. Because everything in this movie was so similar to everything that I think all the time, it would feel like saying that you like yourself. Which, I mean, I do; I just don't go around saying so. That blackboard with the boxes, that was like seeing my mind. I loved the boxes rubbing off on the back of Dustin Hoffman's jacket.
To bring this to some kind of point, I guess I thought this movie was a mess. That's what you're going to get when your thesis is that anything can work for anybody at any given time. But I think that's true, and worth saying; and the least good parts were the least messy parts. That scene where they're having lunch with the Hootens & the conversation just breaks down ...that's exactly how it is, when you try to talk.
Coincidences: Yesterday morning, I was writing about the stock phrases and stories that people trot out all the time, which I don't know counts as a coincidence --that it was in this movie. A lot of people do that a lot of the time. But I think the thing about the bonnet was a true, odd coincidence. Also in a earlier draft of this ...whatever this is, I had a little bit about "ludic incidents," and I just went to merriam-webster.com & the word of the day is ludic.
Acting notes: I thought that Naomi Watts had too much craft showing. Who I thought was brilliant, though, was Jude Law. I'm insane about Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin --I got lost for a little while thinking about how I was going to do that eye with the black eyeliner as soon as I got home, and again thinking about doing an eye like Isabelle Huppert with a sweep of coppery shadow & a coat of clear mascara that I confiscated from my niece.
Everything else: R and I had a small falling out over whether it was more desirable to sleep with Naomi Watts or Isabelle Huppert. Clearly the man is insane. Women like Isabelle Huppert don't just fall out of trees. But he regards this in me as something to be filed in the same drawer as "Crush --Orbach, Jerry."
I managed not to get too upset over the petroleum thing. I don't have a character with a petroleum obsession, anyway. That sort of thing doesn't terribly upset me anymore, because by now I've accepted that my thing is going to happen in its own sweet time, if it's going to happen --and where would we be, if the world stopped in its tracks to wait for me-- & also by now, I believe in the blanket.
I almost feel like I can't say that I liked I [Heart] Huckabees, though I did. Because everything in this movie was so similar to everything that I think all the time, it would feel like saying that you like yourself. Which, I mean, I do; I just don't go around saying so. That blackboard with the boxes, that was like seeing my mind. I loved the boxes rubbing off on the back of Dustin Hoffman's jacket.
To bring this to some kind of point, I guess I thought this movie was a mess. That's what you're going to get when your thesis is that anything can work for anybody at any given time. But I think that's true, and worth saying; and the least good parts were the least messy parts. That scene where they're having lunch with the Hootens & the conversation just breaks down ...that's exactly how it is, when you try to talk.