|Pandemonium at the movies this weekend.
||[Dec. 27th, 2009|10:48 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Sherlock and Avatar took off more than they expected. Rather than a "My god, we've got to see that movie immediately whether it's any good or not!" kinda deal like Twilight, these were more word-of-mouth: the more people saw them, the more people wanted to see them. By Sunday afternoon they were selling out showings of Sherlock and Avatar and maxing out parking lots: not only could you not see the movie, you couldn't get within a block of the movie. And then there were the parents in line with eight kids in tow to see the Chipmunks. A perfect storm of movie mayhem.I think |
For the record, I liked what they did with Sherlock Holmes. The blue-blooded, coke-shooting, uber-British curmudgeon--as dear as it is to us all--has been done. I especially liked the credits. All movie credits should be done like that. I can normally only stomach so much artsy-fartsy, but movie credits are one place where artsy-fartsy can actually add something positive to an otherwise mind-numbingly drab exercise. Don't you think?
I saw Avatar one afternoon last week. I thought it was impressive. Not perfect, but impressive. It's George-Lucas-level story telling at its '70s best--not the recent crap. The 3D was better than I thought it would be, though it does make the whole thing into a diorama sort of experience that felt a little claustrophobic at times. It didn't have the raw expanse of a blockbuster release seen on the 40 by 100 foot screen from the fourth row. It would be cool to check it out at the IMAX just for giggles.