02-01-2006, 08:35 PM
It was classic 1930's weekend. See how the Queen suffers?
Man of Aran started off as a documentary by Robert Flaherty. He spent two years on the Aran Islands, a small cluster of rocks off the west coast of Ireland. It became less of a documentary and more of a story when word leaked that Flaherty had to teach the people of the Aran Islands how to use the boats he wanted to film for the epic shark hunt towards the end of the film.
If you like about thirty minutes of waves crashing against rocks, soaking the poor natives, this is the film for you. The dubbing is especially bad. It sounds like they did it about a year later. The thick irish brogue helped to make the dialogue incomprehensible. Although they do have a shot of a kid on a bluff overlooking the ocean and I took a picture in the exact same spot without realizing the movie tie-in until I saw the film.
Ninotchka.
Melvyn Douglass is a pussy. That's all I want to say. If I was in the film, I would have wanted to punch him he was so smarmy. He reminded me of him who shall not be named.
I wanted to see a Lubitsch film. I wanted to see a Greta Garbo film. I've now fufilled that dream.
Garbo is very funny at the communist overseer from Moscow when she first arrives in Paris, but when she falls in love and lose her edge, the movie waned. Did I mention I wanted to punch Melvyn Douglass. And why was everyone so enamored by Garbo's looks? Or is that a miscomprehension on my part. I'd kick her out of bed for eating crackers. No doubt about it.
Man of Aran started off as a documentary by Robert Flaherty. He spent two years on the Aran Islands, a small cluster of rocks off the west coast of Ireland. It became less of a documentary and more of a story when word leaked that Flaherty had to teach the people of the Aran Islands how to use the boats he wanted to film for the epic shark hunt towards the end of the film.
If you like about thirty minutes of waves crashing against rocks, soaking the poor natives, this is the film for you. The dubbing is especially bad. It sounds like they did it about a year later. The thick irish brogue helped to make the dialogue incomprehensible. Although they do have a shot of a kid on a bluff overlooking the ocean and I took a picture in the exact same spot without realizing the movie tie-in until I saw the film.
Ninotchka.
Melvyn Douglass is a pussy. That's all I want to say. If I was in the film, I would have wanted to punch him he was so smarmy. He reminded me of him who shall not be named.
I wanted to see a Lubitsch film. I wanted to see a Greta Garbo film. I've now fufilled that dream.
Garbo is very funny at the communist overseer from Moscow when she first arrives in Paris, but when she falls in love and lose her edge, the movie waned. Did I mention I wanted to punch Melvyn Douglass. And why was everyone so enamored by Garbo's looks? Or is that a miscomprehension on my part. I'd kick her out of bed for eating crackers. No doubt about it.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit