‘Cause, really, if you had to pick someone to be your psychopathic alter-ego, wouldn’t it be Brad Pitt?
Today was fun. When i only see my mother for two or three days every couple of months, those two or three days contain all of the manic energy that an entire season used to contain. Today we bought lots and lots of cds we didn’t really need, and then ate pasta that we never cooked yesterday. And then i watched fight club.
You know what i find amusing? In the amazingly profane South Park – Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, the two phalluses we were treated to seeing were neither bigger, longer, or uncut. Yeah, that’s one to ponder. And, did you know the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire? Discuss!
I might add that the use of Aimee Mann’s music in Magnolia was spectacular. “One,” “Save Me,” and especially “Wise Up.” While it was an incongruous break in the film, it also served to show the similarities in each of the characters while setting a perfect mood across all of the various storylines. That and the frogs were two of my favourite points in the movie, by far.
Perhaps i am missing some vital piece of brain, but i think Magnolia was a movie with the utmost potential but zero payoff. Every actor and actress in the film was stunning, and each plot was riveting, but all of those elements threaded together made for a too-long mess of a movie in which you don’t ever really get a chance to sympathize with a single character. And maybe that was the point. However, some things seemed plain old extraneous. The William Macy plot could have been easily removed, especially since it seemed to drag the most. We didn’t need to see that much of Tom Cruise talking. Every monologue which spoke over a montage of scenes was lacking content, especially when given from a deathbed.
That said, some parts of the movie were absolutely fantastic. Julianne Moore’s frenetic soon-to-be widow was awesome, John C. Reilly’s bumbling cop proves that he is a character actor to be reckoned with, and Melora Walters coke-head was unbelievable (in the most believable way possible). I found myself glued to the all of Reilly’s plots and most of Moore’s, but Macy and his younger counterpart (who was a movie unto himself (and his monologues were awfu)) sent me running to the kitchen for more ice cream. I’d love to see a version of this movie with some of the long pauses in the slow plots edited down. However, long meaningful pauses with the better characters were nothing but sweetness, and i loved the frogs. I suppose you should decide for yourself, but i would have rather worked for 3 hours to pay for the amazing Aimee Mann soundtrack.
I caught myself crushing up Altoids with a spoon last night. Obviously i’ve got to stay away from those Paul Thomas Anderson movies.