It took me 3 days, but I finished watching The Artist. Not because it wasn't good or anything, it was actually kinda great! But I have narcolepsy, which I practice like a religion, which gets me out of arguments with people, excuses for falling down stairs, and a reason why I don't have to drive on long road trips.
It's hard to say what I liked about The Artist, because it's usually dialog that I like. I have a hard enough time remember names when the actors aren't completely silent. I watched Friends for four years before I got all their names down pat. My boyfriend is worse. He's like an Olympian at forgetting names and replacing then with something remotely similar. Usually the two names start with the same letter and everything else is just like Mad Libs. Right now I'm watching Blue Valentine and there is a character named Megan, and I don't really know if it's the dog, Michelle Williams, or the daughter.
Back to The Artist.
My favorite part was where they chose to make the movie silent in case Christian Bale shows up and starts screaming at people. Other then that the movie was a weird love story. They didn't really explain anything, especially how the wife played a 4 minute part and then suddenly he was a like 'whatever I like that dancer girl', or as they said it in the film "_". Missi Pyle was in the movie for a blinking second and was fourth billed. So there's that.
Berenice Bejo was the starlet of this film, yet got nominated for supporting actress. I find that odd especially since Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs was in that movie about the guy who eats fava beans and a nice Chianti with a side of human brains and WON best actor. that's racist! It's against the French (or women?) and it's for Hannibal! (cannibal?)
Great movie, great people. Great service. Whatever. This Amaretto Di Saronno is kicking in and I can't remember what I'm talking about.
So this movie Blue Valentine is about two hicks and their daughter and the dog probably died or a car crash. They supposedly live in Brooklyn, NY, but there is grass and a yard around their house, and I don't think Brooklyn has had grass in about 90 years. Maybe it wasn't Brooklyn. Maybe it wasn't New York? I'm not even entirely sure if that's Ryan Gosling, with a bald spot.
Definitely not New York! I just saw a gas station with a sign under $3.00. So Maybe it was The Artist that was in New York. That's gotta be it.
Maybe because I didn't grow up in a family with absolute lunatics, but in my experience as a human beings, people don't freak out as easily in real life as they do in movies, that might just be me though. Similarly, people say 'goodbye' on the phone and don't just hang up. No one does that! Maybe cops.
I'm gonna go out on a whim and watch this movie without doing anything else until a little bit later.
Don't miss me!
I SAID DON'T!
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So the not doing anything aspect of my not doing anything plan didn't work out. i actually cooked myself a full meal, rearranged a piece of furniture (only because there was a cat in it and I had to keep him safe). I paused the movie, which I kinda wish I didn't. This movie is oddly keeping me on the edge of my seat, and the anxiety is killing me.
I feel like this is supposed to be an off-beat romance, or He's gonna kill her in the end. This movie is half over and I already don't care if he kills her for no reason other than for the sake of this movie, and she's also Marilyn Monroe (?)
I'm gonna stop writing, I'm getting too tipsy to keep up correct syntax. 1/2 of a drink more and I'll be telling you about my problems and wondering where the cats are. Where are the cats?
Kill me, kill this movie, kill the girl.
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