cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

So Downwood and I went to see 300 tonight. Like many others on teh intarwebs, I must remark upon the pretty, pretty men and the pretty, pretty fighting. It's a wonder we didn't strut out of the theater with testosterone poisoning. Had we actually made the IMAX showing, it probably would have happened.

However, there is something that I need to point out.

I was blogging about Thermopylae before it was cool. Neener neener.

I honestly do not know how to accurately describe Pan's Labyrinth. It's an amazing film. It's a fairy tale, but not. It's a war movie, but not. It's a love story, but not. It's most certainly dark, depressing, scary, and violent.

It is NOT for the squeamish. Yes, I was hiding my head in Downwood's shoulder for a good chunk of it.

It is NOT for kids. Oh, hell no. This is a fairy tale, not a Disney movie.

The subtitles were not as well done as for Night Watch. They were easy to read, which was good. As far as I could tell, they were pretty accurate to the flavor/tone of what was being said.

Visually, this movie was impressive. It's so pretty in places and so graphic in others that it pulled me out of the theater and into Spain...except when the idiot in front of us was talking. She's going to the special hell.

Not even under a cut tag will I post spoilers. Find me on phone, IM, or email if you want to discuss it. But go see the movie first. It's actually worth the $8.50. I'm not sure if I'm going to see it again in the theater: it's a little overwhelming, in that OMG!AHHHH sort of way.

I need it on DVD. Yus.

I must see this movie. Must. Moral imperative.

http://www.panslabyrinth.com/

Holy crap.


EDIT: And GIP!!!!

I should feel vaguely accomplished. My new/real corset is about 1/4 boned. This is a more impressive figure when I say that I put 1/4" channels on all but about 4 inches of the fabric. I'm also not using spring steel, plastic, or artificial whalebone. Instead, I've chosen to recreate my first corset attempt and use broomstraw. Splinters and "paper"cuts from broomstraw really, REALLY hurt. Ow.

While finishing dinner and working on the corset, I watched Rent again. I actually got to sing along to all the songs and do the choreography with the actors this time (Downwood's out playing with little bugs). And, of course, I sobbed through most of the last 15-20 minutes. By the time the credits rolled, I was crying so hard that I scared the dog. After I shut off the movie, I had the genius idea to watch Big Fish or Serenity but I came to my senses and made a cup of tea instead.

So, in summary:
Good Idea - Watching a movie while working on hand sewing.
Bad Idea - Watching a movie that makes me cry while cutting apart a broom and using its innards to stuff a medevial torture device that I seem to be making simply for the hell of it.

Right. This definitely calls for more tea.

Firefly filk by cadhla

If you are a fan of the series, read the song. It's a moral imperative.

If you've ever played in a World of Darkness game you must go see the movie Night Watch tonight. It's what Blade and Underworld wanted to be. It's very dark , scary in places, and the subtitles are a thing of beauty.

Yes, Czar, you were right - it is a truly wonderful film and I'm looking forward to the next two installments.

Madtown residents: it's playing at Westgate at 7 and 9:30. I very much suggest that you go see it.

If I manage to not totally vibrate myself into little shards of Sabine over the course of the next 64 minutes, it will be a near-miracle. I just received word that a shipment of BPAL is on its way to my door. So is some Lush. And my copy of MirrorMask? Is already here!

*happy dance*^12884

(EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!)

Joss, darling, how could I have ever believed such horrible things about you? Baby, let me make it up to you. I swear, I won't let those lying, duplicitous "friends" tell me that you're anything but loving and devoted.

I don't know what I was thinking. I know I said some nasty things, but I didn't mean them. Not really. I'd had a rough day and you know how touchy and cranky I can get. Let me make it up to you.

Those other directors don't mean anything to me. They never have. Sure, I go out and let them buy me drinks and such, but you're the one who's always foremost in my heart. How could it be otherwise, when you show me how much you care?

Please, baby, just give me another chance. I promise that I won't be so fickle and moody next time.

I lava you,
Sabine

Just got back from MirrorMask.

Woah.

I mean...WOAH! That was an astonishing piece of visual artistry.

I want to see it again.

Go. See it. Seriously, it's worth the ticket price. WELL worth the ticket price.




I DON'T WANT TO BE A WAITER!!!!