Your Premise was Outdated 10 Years Ago

I cannot believe Lucy is a movie actually being made today.

Now, maybe, if it had been made some ten or fifteen years ago I might have found it a thoughtful idea and been willing to accept the idea as a metaphor. But right now, today, after we’ve finally been able to study the brain this is ridiculous.

You already use 100 percent of your brain. OK? You do, I promise. It’s just that the parts of the brain have different functions. You don’t want them all trying to work at once because that is a seizure.

Why couldn’t they just blame it all on some magic system that over-revved brain activity? I’d rather like a plot that relied on young the brain power and the protagonist became able to influence others. Maybe even give other people heart attacks from the next room or something.

Tellingly, you’ll notice I’m not mentioning either throwing people around or stopping time.

Every time I see that movie’s trailer, I want to run screaming from the room or throw something. Or jump off the roof. Unless the Black Window is just trolling the mad scientist. That would be OK too.

A Little Bit Critical

So, as anyone who has watched a movie with me knows, I cannot turn off my brain for the two hours required, even, or maybe especially, in a darkened theater. Over the past few years, I can only say I loved…Toy Story III, The King’s Speech, and The Heat.

But my shriveled cynical heart could simply not resist Saving Mr. Banks. 

It as as close to perfect a movie as I believe Hollywood is capable. Hyperbolic, I know. But looking at three quarters of my few favorite movies…they’re kind of about old people. Maybe Hollywood writers are only able to write coherent stories for old people. Or maybe they’re not as likely to get distracted by sex when old people are involved. Wait…Last Vegas was a thing. Let me mourn for a moment.

Never mind. I think my favorite part of Saving Mr. Banks is not, actually the characters, which in fact sound like actual people, but that the characters’ story matches the theme…it’s a movie about creative ownership and even the conflict between the collaborative nature movie-making and the individual ownership of writing. 

The scriptwriters managed to tell quite a few stories in, well, a rather long movie. It was a good choice though, because for one thing, I didn’t even feel like I’d been in the theater that long, and afterward wasn’t as exhausted as I would have expected, as I did during The Book Thief. And I loved that it felt like the side characters were given characters and not just props.

Emma Thomson and Tom Hanks both portrayed their characters excellently, but everyone in the movie acted. Most of the time, watching movies, I am watching Acclaimed Actor X standing in for Character Y. There isn’t necessarily a great deal of acting. So that alone made me well-disposed towards the movie.

Finally, I should clarify: this is fiction people. I’m fairly certain it’s not meant to be a history. Maybe a homage, a memorial for the real people. (I did love the credits, tapes from the real sessions with Mrs. Travers.) But yeah, not a history, just a story, based loosely on real life, and told most excellently.

Yet Another Fandom

Well, I finally! got to see the 2009 Sherlock Holmes movie (I was going to saw the new one, but I’m thinking a year is more than the limit for “new” when it comes to movies.

In fact, I got to see it in Blu-Ray. That makes a difference right? Not one that I noticed, but I suppose it made it special. And it is the first movie I’ve seen in the format-that-makes-no-difference, so it’s special both ways!

Ahem. Anyway

So pretty. Aren’t they pretty?

But I’m not sure why they had what’s his name shirtless, he was not the better for it.


Movie=I enjoyed it muchly. Especially the beginning and the end. Such faint damning praise, right? I wasn’t exactly watching for critique purposes, and no longer have access to the movie to rewatch it (*sad face*) so I can’t point to a reason, but after they discovered Lord Blackwood’s evilness everything just dragged for a good half hour. Not that it makes it any less worth watching, because there are more than enough laugh-out-loud moments throughout the movie–despite the dark gray look it’s not a dramatic movie.

Although Sherlock had woobie eyes.

Fanon me finds it an unqualified success however. I loved the references to the texts, especially the way they were worked in from such different occasions–like Mary mentioning Watson’s wounds. Hee! And the bromance* was adorable!  I’m sure this lead to many slashers, which, ugh, but I liked the very brotherly aspect. Like Watson punching Holmes in the face when he totally deserved it. And, and…well, I only got to see the movie once so I don’t have any more examples to draw from, but it was adorable! And thank you for competent!Watson, who almost made up for romantic lead!Irene Adler.

So yeah, I squeed like the fan-girl I am.