doreyme

no movie for middle aged women

won as best movie of the year yesterday. Boy, can I call it. Pretty depressing that a hugely depressing, distressing movie like that could + did win best movie. Perhaps it's indicative of the depressive fallout of the Bush years.

Mount Royal Trees, 20 x41, oil on wood 2007,

not a new painting...painted this last year, but was at friend's house + it was on the wall + I saw it with stone cold eyes...it's not in my memory bank at all...so saw it fresh...very interesting experience...alas, it's much longer than the pic shows.

2nd Debby Downer...

is The Diving Bell + the Butterfly + the link is Javier Bardem, in the Sea Within, which is kind of in the same ball game. + perhaps I'm the world's biggest curmudgeon but I didn't find this film one bit uplifting, I found it really, really depressing, like Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Get Your Gun I read when I was a kid. While I watched this movie, I found myself wondering if anyone would have cared if Jean-Do had been a janitor, rather than a playboy editor of Elle mag. In any case, I did google the book it was based on + even though Julian Schnabel truly is an artist + the visuals of this movie were extremely artistic, I got more feeling for the author, Jean-Dominique Bauby from a cursory glance at the Amazon site, then I got from watching the whole movie. And my next movie in the New Year is so going to be a feel good movie.

2 Debby Downer movies in a row

Second one first: No Country for an Old Man aka No Movie for This Middle Aged Woman. I thought I was going to an entertaining Coen brothers movie but nooo, what I got was a bleak, depressing, nihilistic pointless Saw/Terminator/DieHard/Natural Born Killers gore bore. I’d add sexist but all the men, with the exception of the killah, Chigurh are as down home hominy grits Texas stupid as the women. Everything other than the skyscapes is ugly + cruel. If there’s a dog in the movie, it’s a killer dog killed. Dumb friendly hillbilly hicks are killed on the spot for their kindness. That’ll teach you to be neighbourly. Norman Rockwell children sell the shirts off their backs to psychos. Life sucks, everyone’s greedy or pining for some golden past until reminded the past sucked too. Everything is anti life, anti hope. Just killing + death + death+ killing. My stress/paranoia barometer shot to the top. Movie critics/reviewers are praising this thing to the high heavens! ( Hey, I can see it’s merits -- the acting, photography, editing, etc. exemplary, it’s the script/story/ that sucketh.) And unlike most every other Coen movie, it’s not funny. At all. It's macho posturing at its worst. Right after the movie, I was walking on Peel street on a clearly marked painted yellow striped "pedestrian" walk across from a major hotel. A %^%$#@ rhymes with gas bowl in a huge SUV comes barreling towards me, full speed. I cursed him + that hateful movie I just saw + gave them both the finger, a nano second before my husband dragged my angry sorry butt off the road. My point? Movies like this lower the bar of life. Life is nothing + killers are glorified. It’s a huge travesty when talented smart folks like the Coen brothers make such violence porn. We’re supposed to love the planet + not use plastic bags + be conscious of our carbon footprints. Well, what about our moral footprints? I’ll repeat it. Movies like this lower the bar of life. Tomorrow, the second Debby Downer movie + the seque is Javier Bardem, who’d make a fabulous Picasso.