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I continue to be unusually, arguably pointlessly, ambivalent about whether to go see the new, musical adaptation of
The Color Purple. On the one hand, I always want to go and support movies made by and about people of color, especially when they also focus on women—this movie really ticks off a lot of the boxes of movies that tend to be my jam. Also, at least when they're good (side-eye here to
Wonka), I tend to really like musicals. But, I also listened to a podcast recently where they seemed to have ambivalencve about the movie overall, and that a whole lot of it is "brutal" in its dealing with domestic violence. How badly do I want to watch that, really?
Well, in the end, it was simply the showtimes that kept me from seeing it—so far, anyway. My only option at an AMC Theater last night (where I would need to see it, to make use of my monthly subscription) was a 6:45 showtime—for a movie that runs two hours and 21 minutes. Add a minimum of 20 minutes, more likely half an hour, of trailers to the beginning of that, and we're talking two hours and forty minutes on the low end, getting me out of the theater at the earliest at 9:35. It would be nearly 10 p.m. by the time I got home, leaving me no time to write the review before bed. You know what? No thanks.
I've already got too many other things planned next week, but if it's still playing and there are new, more workable showtimes the week after, I may still go see (and review) this movie. But, for now I'm skipping it. I could theoretically see a later show tonight since it's Friday, but I already made plans for a movie night with Alexia.
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So, what else? Because I did not go to the movies last night, I just chilled at home all evening. I didn't even watch anything, but still hung out with Shobhit in the living room while he watched TV—he pretty passively just had CBC on, which he has taken to watching. The final story of the local Vancouver news broadcast really cracked me up: DON'T LET MOOSE LICK YOUR CAR.
I spent a lot of time logging movies I went to and reviewed, on Letterboxd, still working my way backward, now into the year 2006. I did not start my reviews blog until fall of 2004, so I'm closing in on that stretch—although I did still have a full list of all the films I went to see in 2003 as well. Once I get that done, I'll be consulting watch lists on streamers to log movies from there. Where possible though, I think I'll start from the beginning and work my way forward.
My stats page says the decade with the average highest rating is the seventies. That tracks, but could alter slightly once I get home viewing logged; it makes sense that, right now, a comparative few films from the seventies have been logged, and they would just be the better ones.
I think maybe tomorrow is what I am looking forward to the most: a Braeburn Condos theater double feature with Laney, of
The Road Warrior and
Max Max: Fury Road. I don't know if Laney has ever even seen the former, and I know she hasn't watched the latter since she and I saw it together in the theater when it was released in 2015—
nine fucking years ago! Ugh, I hate being old. And every day is just another day closer to death. Maybe I should shift my focus away from that for a bit. Getting back to work should do it!
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[posted 12:30 pm]
