Just watched The Cotton Club (1984).

Personally, I generally find Richard Gere pretty annoying and that is true here as well. At least it is tempered by being more of an ensemble piece. I can't say that the movie has immediately latched on to my psyche but it has some of the elements that may dig in there as time goes on.

However, it contains one of the best little character scenes I've seen in a long time. Right after Fred Gwyne (best known as Herman Munster) is released from his kidnapping and gets back to Bob Hoskins office. That little scene is so masterfully done with the dialog and the acting. I don't know what they teach in acting classes but that should be required viewing. A two minute bit completely expains the characters.

In the Mood for Love.

Pretty, pretty, lovely, lovely, sad, sad, sad.

The Color Purple

Wow, that's one that redeemed itself. I almost gave up on it about a third of the way through. Another great scene in the periphery of the movie when Shug makes good with her father.

That's also two movies in a row with "Larry" Fishburne in minor parts. He certainly was a handsome man before he started getting all jowly.

I love this pic, although I would have loved to see an African American director at the helm. But it is a good flick. It has some of the best scene transitions in it.
The scene where Mister is separating the sisters is a tear-fest for me. Very, very sad.

I don't know if you noticed but Oprah couldn't help looking into the camera in one scene. She's obssessed with that.

I love my kids. I like being a dad. I hate being a dad when a stupid kids movie comes out.

I took them the see The Barnyard this afternoon. Because they wanted to.

It was a 15 minute cartoon with 60 minutes of music videos thrown in as filler.

$23 and 1.5 hours of my life I will never have back.

Any explanation for male udders?

I just tried to pretend I didn't notice.

That's udderly unacceptable!



Sorry. I just got off the phone with the punmaster.

The movie is udderly unacceptable. And I'm not even a picky movie goer.

From what I saw from the previews stuffed down my face before Cars, male udders were the least of this film's problems. I've never before been made so pre-aware of a film release by its anticipated suckitude.