My Week With Marilyn: I do hope it was an accurate film.

Because it was nice.  Basically about a woman who would be the most arrestingly beautiful train wreck you ever saw.


It was a good use of one and a half hours of my time.

The movie was a testament to how the crazy girls really get the boys.

She was, at once, vulnerable and manipulative, crazy and beautiful.  Any girl who wants to be a flirt should just take notes from her life.  She was like a world-weary Lolita.

They don’t make women like that these days.

These are the women more intense than the “quirky” girls of the new millenium – more tainted and unhinged than any Ally Mcbeal or Alanis Morissette, and way way more serious than the Zooey Deschanel’s or Emma Stone’s of current Hollywood.  She was self-conscious — the winks, the feigned innocence – and dramatic in a mysterious way.

I wish it were true, their depiction of her.  I can see how Michelle Williams could win an award for that performance.  And, like all my favorite films, it was “quiet”.  Considering it talked about one of the most legendary sirens.  There was no part where you wanted to cry your eyes out; no tense parts of emotional anger.  Just a story of a life touched and overturned by a brush with something so alluring and out-of-reach.

It was cool – how Marilyn was in the film.  She wasn’t “hauntingly” beautiful.  Just…broken.

I guess that’s what gets men in the end, women who are bundles of ironies.

Other parts of the movie I loved.  Emma Watson, continuing to be distractingly hot.  Dame Judi Dench as a very lovable woman.  And beautiful scoring.


Adapt or Die: Fawning Over Hanna

This is a good movie year, for me.

At the very least, I find myself fortunate that, for all the things that may be happening this year, I find islands of escape in new movies that touch, amuse, awe or excite me. Yay, world!

Hanna is one such movie.  It feels like a fairytale, with action movie elements.  Plus one dash of music video-ness, and a pinch of Stanley Kubrick’s Clockwork Orange. (The official movie site isn’t too bad either.)

Saoirse Ronan might be key to the magical feeling though.  Her face is just so..otherwordli-ly (what an awkward word) beautiful in this movie.

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Of course, I’m not sure if the movie is perfect; I was too immersed in it to care about whether the plot had holes in it.  Although I do know that I winced whenever Cate Blanchett’s inconsistently present Southern accent resurfaced after fading away.

I’m a sucker for movies where young girls train and devote their lives to an ideal, usually an aggressively physical one.  I think I love seeing the passion for craft and dedication.  The single-mindedness intermingled with a yearning for an outside life, while coldly focusing on strength-building. Yes – big, abstract words.

I just really like it.  The opening scenes that set-up her skills.  Wow.  I love the part where she arrives home, and is kind of sullen, but Erik quizzes her on the different languages she’s supposed to know.

I also love how the movie showcases some of the richest “street” culture in the world.  In fact, it never really showcases “glossy” city exteriors.  And I think that’s just great.  You have Morocco, Spain, Berlin – all focusing on back streets and fringe or mass culture.  Raw flamenco dance, dingy Moroccan inns, trailer parks, graffiti-ed up walls.  It was like a slice of the world through Hanna’s eyes.

I also like how the action sequences, though few, aren’t fancy-schmancy ones.  They’re just brawls or knife fights that are straightforward.

And, how can I forget, Hanna’s escape from detention. Wow. I loved that.  From the psych questioning, to her jumping into nooks and crannies in the blinking-light tube.  Seemed like an MTV, yes, but it had powerful visuals, and well, I guess that kind of running-like-hell-and-successfully-finding-a-way-out craftily is part of every little girl’s dream adventure (Unless, that’s just me.)

I just find the movie beautiful.  Not in a deep “look into the human condition” plot sense, but in a “wow, this looks good and makes me feel nice…” sense.  Inception can draw you in with its twisted fantasies, but Hanna is quiet, like a fairytale.  It’s an action flick for chicks, if there ever was one (others in that list might be Fast Five, and Hitman – and this one is the prettiest of the bunch).  There’s no sex, no grand explosions.  Just a chase. And lost-ness, and sadness and cunning.  Tumblr-meets-grappling for the emo girl set.  I am going to get myself a copy, for nights when I want to relive her training and adventure.

Also, kudos to Shrine to Actors for a great review of Hanna!