Thursday, 29 October 2009
FILM 7: PICTURE PERFECT - Soft centre
Well well well, the plot thickens. This other guy, Nick, who saved a child from a fire, is now pretending to be Aniston's boyfriend to make big bad Bacon jealous/aroused. It may be the fatigue, coffee nausea and bad wine talking, but I'm genuinely quite impressed by the sleight of hand of making you, well, making me think her and Bacon were going to be together from the start.
But then what do I know, I never see the twists coming in films ever. I was genuinely taken aback by The Sixth Sense, and the original Planet Of The Apes ending got me odd looks when I shouted "NO WAY!".
The Wicker Man wasn't such a surprise, but then the clue was in the title I suppose.
Babbling. I do kind of want to know how this entirely vanilla film ends, and I'm perfectly happy to sit here wide-eyed and let the complex narrative unfold, but if I wasn't aware of how slowly time is actually passing, I'd probably be quite cross at how much of my night this is stealing. As it is, the shapes and colours of people's faces is just as fascinating as the plotting and duplicity. God, today has been so full of plotting and duplicity, is this what it's like to be a woman? Female relationships are like Curly-Wurlys. Overly complicated, and full of chocolate.
Now I do sound like Carrie Bradshaw. She's GREAT.