Slowly but surely, through some finagling of early bedtimes for Ella, Craig and I have finally gotten the chance to watch “No Country for Old Men” and “Juno”.
I have such a problem with Cormac McCarthy (sorry Corm!) novels. I just can’t read them. Partly because I had to read them in college and that ruins a book for anybody. Partly because I just start reading and my brain closes up - what the hell is he talking about? (I also cannot read “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” and anything by Jack Keroac – am I a sexist reader?) I did recently read “The Road” by McCarthy which scared the bejesus out of me. “No Country for Old Men” scared the bejesus out of me, movie-style. Every time Javier Bardem came on the screen I got jumped of my skin. Oh my lord, Carla jean, just call heads or tails! I vote that Javier’s hair is the best horror film prop to come along in a long time (one being Hannibal Lector’s creepy “love your suit, Senator” mask; another being the shower curtain in “Psycho”). That freakin’ hair! That freakin’ cattle killer thing! Eek! A women was next to me in line at the grocery store with an oxygen tank and I almost lost it – I had to eat an entire half of an Entenmanns cheese Danish to chill out. So I liked the movie, didn’t like the series-final Soprano-style ending – I was all Tommy Lee Jones don’t leave me hanging! Really liked Nora Ephron’s funny essay about the movie.
On to "Juno", which I didn’t love, didn’t hate, just thought it was cute. I thought it was a sort of girl-style cross between “Napoleon Dynamite” and “Rushmore”. Of course, you’d be remiss if you saw it and haven’t been walking around talking about punching people in the wiener. How great was that line? Also, the music was neat. Moldy Peaches – who knew? (okay, just I didn’t know.) I’m a little bitter Diablo Cody is all of a sudden a screenwriter and tv show writer and superstar. What the? Is that what’s been missing all these years for me – a cool nom de plume? Something like Snicky McGee?
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