Pretty soon, the good people who bring you The Love of Sports will be launching another site, The Love of Movies and I'll certainly be doing some contributing.
Thinking about the movies that came out recently and are coming out soon enough led me to thinking about The Wrestler, Darren Aronofsky's latest flick that won two Golden Globes and might earn Mickey Rourke an Academy Award.
How did no one ever think of making an actual dramatic film centered around the world of professional wrestling before?
There have been documentaries (Beyond the Mat is pretty solid) and comedies (Ready to Rumble was a TBS staple) but never anything that actually looked at the difficulty and struggle that being a professional wrestler undoubtedly places on a person.
Now I haven't seen the film myself and living in BF, Idaho means that there is a good chance I won't see it until it makes it's way to the shelf at Black Bear (my movie joint out here), but when Hollywood is rolling out biopic after biopic of every dead musician they can and bringing us mindless crap like Bride Wars, seeing something with wholly original that is extremely well done (from all accounts) is refreshing.
I won't get a chance to see The Wrestler for six months, but I'll have ample opportunity to see Dance Flick when it comes out...
Sometimes, I hate living here.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
How Did This Take So Long?
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Labels: Bad Movies, Good Movies, Hollywood, Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler
Monday, December 22, 2008
Hugh Jackman? Really?
I know it was announced a handful of days ago, but I'm a little slow on the uptake and been focusing on more important things... like Fantasy Football.
Seems that the super geniuses at the Academy Awards have hand picked People's Sexiest Man 2008 Hugh Jackman to host the Oscars this year.
Really?
See, this would be awesome if it were, say, Wolverine Hugh Jackman, adamantium blades extended, chomping on a cigar. It'd even be okay if it were Someone Like You Hugh Jackman, man-whoring his way around the stage with gigantic hickeys on his neck from where "I bit myself shaving" as he would say.
But no, this is Australia Hugh Jackman...Tony Award winner Hugh Jackman... Pretty face that won't do anything interesting Hugh Jackman.
And of all the years to have someone wicked hosting the show, this is what they give us.
This is the year that Heath Ledger's demonic Joker earns a posthumous Oscar and Mickey Rourke's mangled face will sit in the first three rows thanks to his killer performance in The Wrestler.
This was a year where some really, really good movies were made and people actually went to see them, as well as some really bad movies a lot of people went to see that need to be made fun of *cough* Indiana Jones *cough* and Hugh Jackman isn't the guy to do those things.
Don't get me wrong: I'm still going to watch them, but every time Jackman misses an opportunity to do something funny or get a laugh, Sarah's going to hear "Man, Timberlake would be killing this crowd!"
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Labels: Academy Awards, Heath Ledger, Hugh Jackman, Justin Timberlake, Mickey Rourke