Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I just can't do it. I almost bought tickets online to force myself to go, but I know I would rather waste the twelve dollars than watch. Sigh. I cannot, I repeat, I cannot. I feel that I must. I've been writing about female directors, with a special emphasis on American women. Genre films are of particular interest to me. The goal has been achieved. A film directed by a woman has a monster opening weekend- 70 million dollars. Domestic! Gift horses. Mouth. Sigh. I am incapable of either seeing this film or of keeping myself from counting teeth.
The film is Twilght. I have not seen the film and I haven't read the book. I have no right to comment. There is a 2:15 matinee. It's now 1:52. Can I make it? I still really, really don't want to go. I'm really pleased for Catherine Hardwicke.
That's a total lie. The entire thing makes me angry. Updates on my attempts will follow.
There is clearly no pleasing me.