Surprisingly, there were a bunch of children at today's 4:20 showing of Children of Men.
This film is NOT for children. Fucking hell.
You may read reviews elsewhere, Dear Reader, because all I have to say is this:
- Children of Men is about eight hundred kagigiditygoddamnedmuthafuckinBILLION times more bleak than Brazil.
- The super long shot is kewl.
- If this movie doesn't win best sound edit, I'll eat my six dollar drugstore straw cowboy hat.
My teeth were actually chattering toward the end. Chattering, y'all. Damn fine film.
The big news, though, is, of course, the big shakeup in The List of Potential Fathers of My Children!
Mr. Clive Owen came out of nowhere, Dear Reader, to occupy spot number two! No where, I tells ya! Premiering at number two is quite an accomplishment, Mr. Owen. You haven't knocked New Boyfriend Skeet out of his top spot, but until the next time I see that OK Go video, you have stomped Pink Pants. Stomped! And I love Pink Pants. Come on! The kid is wearing hot pink pants and jumping around treadmills. And he's crazy tall and skinny. AND he totally almost falls in that one part but totally saves the day. What's not to love?
did I mention ... bleak? holy crap. I need to look at shoes now.