Late Night

Just got home a few minutes ago. Its one thirty in the morning. Thursday morning. Brenda and I went to see Titantic tonight. The film was overhyped just as I thought. Billy Zane was over the top as usual. Plus is it me or does it always look like he is wearing too much eyeliner? Brenda thought that Leonardo looked like he was twelve years old. Neither of us thought that Kate Winslet was very attractive.

Can I pick apart a film here? I guess I just don't see the appeal in disaster movies with a romance in the center. Maybe if I was a fifteen year old girl it would have appealed to me more. Brenda wasn't that impressed either.

The New Yorker liked it, but their reasoning for liking it was a bit over done. Something about letting go of the past or the Titanic revealing some human flaw in all of us jazz. I do like epic films, but Titanic was a far cry from The English Patient. Maybe because I think that the story has been beated to death.

For me Leonardo was much better in Romeo and Juliet. Kate was better in Branagh's Hamlet.

Titanic was so overtly fake in my opinion. The message of the upper class versus the lower class really annoyed me. By the way is James Cameron Irish or something? Or was two thirds of the lower class Irish for some other reason? The dance off in the lower decks was a real groaner for me. Please make it stop.

Good Will Hunting had style. The dialogue was much more believable than Titanic.

What was with all of the faux Celtic music in the background? Good Will Hunting used some classic songs from the seventies with great effect. Baker Street was used to choreograph the brawl in Good Will. It was funny and appropriate at the same time. Later on Will sings Afternoon Delight. Now there is some mood music.

Ah, go and see Titanic if you want, because like Levar Burton used to say on Reading Rainbow. You don't have to take my word for it.

Time to sleep.