August 13th, 2006
|02:02 am - movie update|
Saw The Devil Wears Prada tonight. Not a masterpiece, nor a particularly unpredictable story, but quite an enjoyable film all the same, with very likeable turns from Anne Hathaway and Stanley Tucci, and (the usual) towering performance from Meryl Streep. The only reason I don't declare Streep a national treasure is that doing so would probably provoke W into granting drilling rights in her to some corporation or other.
Also seen in the last coupla weeks:
Pilates Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Electric Boogaloo Dead Man's Chest (a little strident and not nearly as fun as the first movie, but entertaining in the bits where it's really firing on all cylinders, and greatly enriched by the addition of Stellan Skarsgård and Bill Nighy to the company);
- Miami Vice (if you like Michael Mann films, it's a Michael Mann film, and if you don't like Michael Mann films, it's still a Michael Mann film);
- V For Vendetta (thoughts here); and
- Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, which made me laugh my arse off and which I now feel compelled to proselytise on behalf of. So go rent it already.
I did indeed. In fact, almost all the trailers I've seen recently have been for movies that might themselves be good or at least entertaining, but which had really awful titles: Crank
, Gridiron Gang
, Children of Men
, The Prestige
(Okay, Children of Men
is at least being faithful to the title of its source novel. But still