Rosanne and I try to take in a movie every Saturday night. We don’t do pure adventure or pure chick flick together and we scour reviews for suitable dramas and comedies that leave chickflicks to her and my adult daughters and leave adventure, scifi, and mysteries to me and my male friends or me and my son.
Our last three weeks of flicks: Boyhood, A Most Wanted Man, and The Hundred Foot Journey.
The presence of Phillip Seymour Hoffmann in his last film aroused enough curiousity in Rosanne that she readily agreed to watch that spy movie. Predictably, it was my hands down favorite of the three and her least favorite. I had read the novel. PSH was so good in the role that he changed my imaginary perception of the character for the better. I wonder if LeCarre himself had that impression?
The other two movies were entertaining and by no means a waste of money. Boyhood leaves you with enough to talk about over drinks afterward and the sense that the movie captured a slice of life very well, but it neither leaves a lasting impression nor requires revisiting. However, because it was actually filmed over 12 years with the same actors naturally aging it will be a film school subject, I am sure.
The Hundred Foot Journey, like Chef, is at its heart a celebration of food. A feel good movie, dressed up as a dramady, with terrific actors. Chef, btw, was a feel good movie dressed up as a travelogue with good standup comics.
You may have noticed I am not, here, a harsh critic. I could be. I am capable of pointing out the flaws in three of the four movies I have mentioned so far, and if I did you would think I did not like them. Let it be said that the best movies I ever saw were not coextensive with my favorite movies, and I am not writing here to prove my chops as a critic, if indeed I have any.
Finally, my first cousin’s daughter just starred in this Grade B horror flick.
I am required to watch it, probably today. Wish me luck.