Zodiac Preview
Last night, Mark scored some preview tickets for Zodiac, conveniently screened at the movie theater across the street from my soon-to-be-former office. There was a bit of stress getting settled in the theater - many people were saving two or three seats at the back of the theater, and we ended up hunched in the front row. Ultimately (yea!) they opened up some better seats that had been reserved for press, and we ended up sitting directly behind a television and newspaper reviewer, about ten rows back, so that we could take in the full movie.
Blood? We had it. Guts? We had it. Creepy scenes, where you wanted to look away but didn't? We had it. Single lines of dialog that left you hoping, hoping, hoping that characters were not telling the truth? We had it.
Robert Downey, Jr. was perfect - but more or less as himself. Jake G (I'll spare you all my mangling of his last name) was the perfect boy scout. Minor characters were played by major actors. The seventies were displayed in all their fashion horror, almost as a counter-point to the serial killer horror.
And both Mark and I left the theater saying that one of the movies it most reminded us of was All the President's Men. Only to find that Peter Travers said the same thing.
So, hey. If the new library gig doesn't work out, I can consider being a film reviewer!
Mindy, getting ready for her penultimate day at the old job.
Blood? We had it. Guts? We had it. Creepy scenes, where you wanted to look away but didn't? We had it. Single lines of dialog that left you hoping, hoping, hoping that characters were not telling the truth? We had it.
Robert Downey, Jr. was perfect - but more or less as himself. Jake G (I'll spare you all my mangling of his last name) was the perfect boy scout. Minor characters were played by major actors. The seventies were displayed in all their fashion horror, almost as a counter-point to the serial killer horror.
And both Mark and I left the theater saying that one of the movies it most reminded us of was All the President's Men. Only to find that Peter Travers said the same thing.
So, hey. If the new library gig doesn't work out, I can consider being a film reviewer!
Mindy, getting ready for her penultimate day at the old job.
There are, though, three scenes of brutal violence (watch with eyes half-closed, ready to flinch away, type stuff), one scene where I fully *expected* the violence to erupt to that level, and one absolutely creepy suspense scene.
The director, David Fincher, is the guy who did Se7en. This isn't anywhere near as creepy as that was, but it's clearly flowing from the same pen, as it were.
How's that, for not really providing an answer? :-)