I’m trying to convince my friend Carlo the chef to invent a sinful pork dish and call it Lust, Cochon. He says fine, but people might think it’s a libidinous mattress.
Tina and I just saw the latest Apatovian film Superbad, and we were literally crawling on the floor with laughter. Tina pronounced Judd Apatow (and his cohorts) the Henry James of contemporary cinema, if Jamesian characters said ‘fuck’ a lot and discussed sex 99 percent of the time. The final scene at the mall is absolutely wrenching, worthy of The Portrait Of A Lady or The Wings Of The Dove. I declared the Apatovian series consisting of The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, and Superbad The Godfather trilogy of our time, only instead of whacking each other the guys just whack off. Also, the series should be viewed backwards, with Superbad first. I almost swallowed my tonsils in the part where Seth Rogen explains how police work is not like TV’s CSI. Here’s a piece on our favorite cast member, Christopher Mintz-Plasse.
Scrat recommends James Gray’s film We Own The Night, starring Joaquin Phoenix, Mark Wahlberg, and Robert Duvall as a family. He says Phoenix and Duvall are phenomenal. Saw the trailer, I’m buying, but there’s no way Wahlberg and Phoenix can be brothers. Discovered to my great joy that Azamat Bagatov from Borat is in Get Smart starring Steve Carell. Does anyone know when Atonement will open in Manila? The official website says November 7 but I haven’t seen any ads. Rendition vanished before I could catch it in theatres. I keep seeing the trailer of Beowulf, and let me tell you: that’s not the Beowulf we had to slog through in Old English, but Angelina Jolie as Grendel is a stunning concept.
Last year my polarizing movie was Babel. I loathed it. Granted, I loathed it with a passion, which elevated it over regular loathing. So I divided the world into two groups: those who loved Babel, and those who loathed it, then I began to question my relationships with those who loved it. Why did we even associate with each other? This year my polarizing movie is Lust, Caution. I love it, and I’ve begun to look askance at the people who don’t like it, particularly the fence-sitters who say, “Well it’s not great, but it’s almost great”. Just say you don’t like it and be done with it. Worse, I suspect that they don’t know what a fatal all-consuming obliterating passion is. Yes, it’s unfair. It is wrong to judge people by their taste in movies. But still we do.