movies make with teh weird
Wednesday, 26 July 2006 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtYou know the LJ bug has bitten hard when you can go out for supper and a movie with a bevy of lady friends, and then proceed to list them as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wolverine_nun, first_fallen and tsukikoneko. I feel like I should be writing boy-band slash and fangirling Orli!!111!, or something.
Anyway. Moving right along from that slightly surreal image, the movie was, in fact, The Libertine, in which Johnny Depp succeeds, against all odds and with the assistance of death by syphilis, in making himself look almost as creepy and disgusting as he did in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Although I may be biased here). I really enjoyed the film, not just for its cheerful 17th-century filth, in both senses of the word, but for the aforementioned Mr. Depp's performance (in the strictly thespian sense of the word), which was intense, intelligent, desperate, edged and utterly convincing. He tends to waft around a lot of his movies playing a slightly fey, eccentric type with far more inner life than out; it was illuminating, to watch the difference here, the externalisation of far too much thought into wanton physical excess pursued intently despite the fact that such a pursuit is clearly futile as a distraction from too much intelligence. Also, Johnny Depp with a sneer? Oh my!*
Freeway II was, incidentally, not much fun, although not actually as bad as I'd expected: more like Verse 2 of Freeway, in exactly the same mood, tone and idiom, only without the good actors. And with more transvestite cannibal nuns.
In fact, all things considered, what with the transvestite cannibal nuns this morning and the giant, wheeled paper-mache penises ridden by dwarves this evening, I think I'm going to bed now and hoping desperately that, for once, I won't remember the dreams.
* Additional movie bonus: an entirely unexpected, although minimal, Jack Davenport! (small Ultraviolet fangirl-yay - the Brit vampire TV show, not the movie).
wolverine_nun, first_fallen and tsukikoneko. I feel like I should be writing boy-band slash and fangirling Orli!!111!, or something.Anyway. Moving right along from that slightly surreal image, the movie was, in fact, The Libertine, in which Johnny Depp succeeds, against all odds and with the assistance of death by syphilis, in making himself look almost as creepy and disgusting as he did in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Although I may be biased here). I really enjoyed the film, not just for its cheerful 17th-century filth, in both senses of the word, but for the aforementioned Mr. Depp's performance (in the strictly thespian sense of the word), which was intense, intelligent, desperate, edged and utterly convincing. He tends to waft around a lot of his movies playing a slightly fey, eccentric type with far more inner life than out; it was illuminating, to watch the difference here, the externalisation of far too much thought into wanton physical excess pursued intently despite the fact that such a pursuit is clearly futile as a distraction from too much intelligence. Also, Johnny Depp with a sneer? Oh my!*
Freeway II was, incidentally, not much fun, although not actually as bad as I'd expected: more like Verse 2 of Freeway, in exactly the same mood, tone and idiom, only without the good actors. And with more transvestite cannibal nuns.
In fact, all things considered, what with the transvestite cannibal nuns this morning and the giant, wheeled paper-mache penises ridden by dwarves this evening, I think I'm going to bed now and hoping desperately that, for once, I won't remember the dreams.
* Additional movie bonus: an entirely unexpected, although minimal, Jack Davenport! (small Ultraviolet fangirl-yay - the Brit vampire TV show, not the movie).
