I admit, I forgot about this blog in the last quarter of 2006. Doesn't mean I stopped going to films, I just didn't think to share my verdict. So I'm trying to make up for my oversight by giving out personal awards to films that I believe should get some credit.
Here's a list of films I saw in 2006 (* = recommended):
Broken Flowers
The Producers
Brokeback Mountain *
Jarhead
Kinky Boots
Imagine Me & You
V for Vendetta
Tristan & Isolde
The White Massai
X-Men 3
Thank You for Smoking *
Friends with Money
An Inconvenient Truth *
Little Miss Sunshine *
Macbeth
The Devil Wears Prada
The Departed *
The Prestige *
A Scanner Darkly *
Casino Royale *
Happy Feet
Award for the most hyped movie to disappoint:
The Producers
Award for the most hyped movie to live up to hype:
Brokeback Mountain
Honourable mention to Casino Royale
Award for the most serendipitous movie:
The Departed
Both Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio put in excellent performances, supported by classic Jack Nicholson (who I don't like but I think suited his role well).
Best Actor in any role:
Hugo Weaving as V in V for Vendetta
Honourable mention to Robert Downey Jr in A Scanner Darkly
Best Actress in any role:
Abigail Breslin as Olive in Little Miss Sunshine
Honourable mention to Anne Hathaway as Lureen in Brokeback Mountain (NOT as Andy in Devil Wears Prada)
Best movie based on another text:
The Prestige, based on a novel by Christopher Priest
Honourable mention to A Scanner Darkly, based on a novel by Philip K Dick
Best Comedy:
Little Miss Sunshine
Best Drama:
The Prestige
BEST MOVIE OF 2006:
The Prestige
A hard one, due to the outstanding performances and narratives in all the recommended films. However, The Prestige was well cast (Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Scarlett Johansson and Michael Caine) and Christopher Nolan's superb direction deserves the accolade.The audience should benefit from repeat viewings of this film on DVD, which may not be true of all of the recommendations here.
06 January, 2007
A lady!
I saw my first trannie in Chatswood yesterday. Male as female, heavily made up, dressed in a turquoise floral dress and a large black hat. Just a fleeting glance but something about the way s/he stood furtively on the corner made me believe she was a man. I wanted to yell out "But I'm a lady!" Emily Howard (of Little Britain) style. But that would have been rude, so I didn't.
It has been a strange week, capped off by the usual pub shenanigans at the Orchard. Strange because I have been in another headspace while watching myself be productive in real life. Also because my haemoglobin was too low to give blood on Thursday. I'd brought along Hints for his first time and I couldn't give any myself! I'm on ferrous pills now and should be back in the game soon enough.
At the Orchard, The Bear and I had an interesting discussion about travel and then talked about The Intellectual, who is no longer with us. According to her, he said "if you find you're behind deadlines, you can pay me to finish your units for you. You'll find that you'll improve your standing in the company because your writing will have improved."
I think I choked on my drink at that point. For a frame of reference, The Intellectual is a complete academic snob, which pretty much renders his work unreadable because it is too dense (or 'prolix', to borrow from Catch 22). He has this strange, strange belief that you can't be smart and attractive, hence his misapplied vendetta against The Bear and JJ in particular, who have been nothing but nice to him. I'm not one of the beautiful people, so I guess he thought I was smart enough to talk to him. What nerve.
Also memorable:
By the time we got onto the train it was 10:30pm so Old Man River and I walked home together, leaving the other four (The Bear, The Chief, Punk Pirate and Boy Lego) on the train to assail the city. The others had all gone home or elsewhere by that point, but I was being a good girl - a lady! - by returning home at a decent hour and not at all drunk. Whew.
It has been a strange week, capped off by the usual pub shenanigans at the Orchard. Strange because I have been in another headspace while watching myself be productive in real life. Also because my haemoglobin was too low to give blood on Thursday. I'd brought along Hints for his first time and I couldn't give any myself! I'm on ferrous pills now and should be back in the game soon enough.
At the Orchard, The Bear and I had an interesting discussion about travel and then talked about The Intellectual, who is no longer with us. According to her, he said "if you find you're behind deadlines, you can pay me to finish your units for you. You'll find that you'll improve your standing in the company because your writing will have improved."
I think I choked on my drink at that point. For a frame of reference, The Intellectual is a complete academic snob, which pretty much renders his work unreadable because it is too dense (or 'prolix', to borrow from Catch 22). He has this strange, strange belief that you can't be smart and attractive, hence his misapplied vendetta against The Bear and JJ in particular, who have been nothing but nice to him. I'm not one of the beautiful people, so I guess he thought I was smart enough to talk to him. What nerve.
Also memorable:
- Punk Pirate ashing a cigarette on his tongue without touching it with his hands.
- The Ent talking about sniffer dogs at the cricket and me claiming that he was lying about what he said to the police.
- The Chief, Boy Lego and the quest for the aviator sunglasses.
- Punk Pirate puckering up to Blue Rinse then popping a cigarette in his mouth before she realised.
- Boo-urns!
- The Chief throwing a slice of lemon onto patrons below us in my name.
- Boy Lego losing his pants when running down the stairs.
- Boy Lego doing a dance in The Chief's aviator sunnies in front of bemused train passengers.
- The Chief's THREE pairs of sunnies from out his bag.
By the time we got onto the train it was 10:30pm so Old Man River and I walked home together, leaving the other four (The Bear, The Chief, Punk Pirate and Boy Lego) on the train to assail the city. The others had all gone home or elsewhere by that point, but I was being a good girl - a lady! - by returning home at a decent hour and not at all drunk. Whew.
03 January, 2007
Tiger
Tiger turned 20 on Monday, so he's no longer a teenager and I'm no longer subject to those ubiquitous cradle snatcher jokes. I've been thinking about him a lot lately for no particular reason, except maybe he was the last person who was happy to take me as I was. I never tried to impress him and he never tried to impress me - we accepted each other pretty much unconditionally.
Except that's not true either, because I ended it knowing that we could never grow into anything more. And then relapsed because it was too easy to be with someone who wanted to be with me. Who doesn't want to be wanted sometimes? But now it has been a while and I am still thinking of him and I haven't moved on either. Did we split for nothing, then?
Trying to resist calling him. Must be strong.
Except that's not true either, because I ended it knowing that we could never grow into anything more. And then relapsed because it was too easy to be with someone who wanted to be with me. Who doesn't want to be wanted sometimes? But now it has been a while and I am still thinking of him and I haven't moved on either. Did we split for nothing, then?
Trying to resist calling him. Must be strong.
01 January, 2007
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