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Last night I had the rare experience of going to see a nearly-universally acclaimed film, and I really
did not like it at all. I could kind of see, to a degree, why a lot of critics
did like it, which is the only reason I gave it a grade as high as a solid C. I understood what the director was doing. I just didn't think it actually worked. If a movie is truly as immersive as intended, I probably shouldn't be twiddling my fingers and wondering when the fuck it's going to end already.
There was actually a movie with a similar theme and tone to it, starring Scarlett Johansson, that I watched eight years ago called
Under the Skin, which did its intended job a lot better. It was also quiet and meditative, just nowhere near as severely so, and even though I stand by the solid B I gave it, it actually still has re-watch potential.
Memoria, the Tilda Swinton movie I saw last night, on the other hand, absolutely does not. Sitting through that a second time would be torture.
I get a $5 discount on SIFF Cinema movie tickets so it only cost me nine bucks. I still felt like I wasted nine bucks. I certainly wasted over two hours of my time last night. Well, unless you factor in how much I enjoyed writing a review in which I complained about it. Unfortunately, the showtimes sucked; it plays at the Egyptian this week at 4:30 and at 7:30, so I had to go to a much later showtime than I usually go for on weeknights. It was 9:59 when it let out, and I didn't want to lose sleep staying up too late writing the review. So I did another thing that's rare for me these days—I used to do it a lot more often—and I wrote it after getting to work today.
As such, there's not as much to read in today's regular blog post. But, there's plenty to read in
my review of Memoria.
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There's not much else for me to tell you today. I was home for a couple of hours after work yesterday and before the movie, which, thankfully, I only had to walk six blocks from home to. I did make some further headway on captioning the rest of my photos from the trip to Louisville, and actually now am about halfway through the last of the five photo albums I have for that trip. I should have it done, finally, within the next couple of days. I'll be very happy to be finished with that, before the next sets of albums I am likely to create: a hopeful day trip to the Tulip Festival via Whidbey Island this weekend; and of course Easter / Sherri's 70th birthday party on Sunday the following weekend.
Often my problem with getting all my photos captioned (always my preference) is having to create new albums before I'm done captioning previous ones, and I wind up just hopelessly behind. That happens over the holiday season every year, and sometimes during my Birth Week as well. I'm even more invested than usual in getting all of the Louisville trip photos captioned, though, because I think that trip has more people I know than usual, who are potentially actually interested in going through all the photos, rather than just my requisite photo travelogues.
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