i heart wes anderson, so very muchly. his latest is his best, perhaps because little jason swartzman (SO my favorite, must be something in his name) is all grown up now, or that all three “brothers” are so deadpan hot (in that awkward way). “hey francis, here’s your belt back!”, “i love you both, but i’m going to pepperspray you right now! STOP INCLUDING ME!”, “how’s about a cookie?”, “can we at least have our snake back? it was an accident, we didn’t know it was poisonous”. adrien brody is almost my favorite (love the glasses!) but he reminds me a bit of an evil bob saget (you know, because he’s trying to be a hardcore comic now) or jerri blank’s cheese bust molding stepfather on SWC. nonetheless, the flick is his best since Rushmore/Tannebaums, and i’m secure again in my self-assuredness that i
will hump this man’s leg if ever i meet him (which was a bit shaky after jacques cousteau…) oh, and unlike Knocked Up, The Darjeeling Limited is the
purrfect first date movie. do it. do it. do
what?!
i feel good, i knew that i would now. from outkast to sonic youth to coldplay, james is actually a fitting choice for these folks, not one that is just so crazy that it works. this is one of the most inspiring movies that i’ve seen in a long time, and for anyone who is involved in musics, has a band, loves singers, y’all gotta witness the love and dedication that these folks (average age 80) put into their lives. it is a tear jerker, though when you get to be that old, death isn’t even a jarring reality, it’s just part of life, but holy not taking it lightly, batman. they fight the good fight and encourage all their homies to keep it going when they’re gone. it’s never too late to start something new, but this flick is proof that it can be too late to start something, so don’t sleep, peoples. do it big.
dre doing a better job than “be cool”, and the incomparable will ferrell make funny. “spumoni! spumoni! how many times do i have to say SPUMONI?” make you wanna love ‘em sexy. “dick in a box”? you been called out.
well, other than the pickup from nat creole: 
is something else. he made halle berry “feel so good” that she got herself an oscar (where she shoulda at least given spike lee a nod, because it was for basically the same role he first cast her in Jungle Fever, “vivian the crack ho”). he inspired the above ink on angelina’s body (though she had it removed, but i don’t think she has any brad-related work, poor woman, i should really just leave her alone, but she makes another appearance in my dec/jan column-which hits streets dec 5), and, after watching Bad Santa (yeah, i know, but bigup la grande bibliotheque once AGAIN), i am convinced that he is toeing that fine line between genius and just crazy.
it was raining last tuesday, pouring, actually, so i decided to duck into the movies and see this one. it was set in seattle and raining in the movie too, and drug addiction was one of the topics covered, so of course it was filmed in vancouver, and made me feel like i was going home. i actually really liked this one, though i maintain that halle berry is still a not-so-dynamic actress and should really cut her hair (take the weave out). benecio, on the other hand, is great. he will probably get an oscar for this one, because when you play a heroin addict, you get an oscar. the movie is supposed to be about grieving, but it turns out being about dealing and living and moving on. it’s uncomfortable but healing is. it’s cathartic, but healing is. it’s beauty-full, but healing is.
