Thursday, April 30, 2009

Movie Review--The Soloist

Hollywood thinks I'm stupid. The worst part is they might actually be right. They make shamelessly manipulative, blatantly stupid, painfully predictable, or just plain bad movies and hope that I'll pay to watch them. And I do. Every week. Shame on me. To their credit, there are some good films being made; it's more than offset by the bad ones out there, unfortunately.

I love the whole experience of movies. I love the dark theatre, the slight chill that makes me want a jacket, munching on salty popcorn that I inevitably drop down my shirt and into my purse, and the overwhelming volume of the surround speakers. Wednesday is my weekly "Mom's Night Out", when I run away from the family and have a quiet dinner with a book, see a movie, and do some solo shopping at Target. I see, on average, one movie per week--most of them on Wednesdays. No crowds, no lines, and very few shrieking teenagers--all things that make it even easier to love going to the movies!

My movie options for last night were Hannah Montana, Earth, Monsters vs Aliens, State of Play, Fighting, Obsessed, Knowing, Fast & Furious, The Soloist, Crank High Voltage, and I Love You, Man.

I tend to choose my movies in part based on their Rotten Tomato score--anything lower than a 50% requires a strong recommendation from a trusted source, like Roger Ebert--so Hannah Montana, Fighting, Obsessed, and Fast & Furious weren't even options. I've already seen Monsters vs Aliens (tolerable), State of Play (enjoyable, but too long), Knowing (painfully predictable--shame on you, Roger Ebert, for misleading me!), and I Love You, Man (surprisingly entertaining), and I'm saving Earth to watch with my 3-year-old daughter. That left The Soloist (57% RT rating).

I've been seeing previews for The Soloist for months now. Months and months. I believe the release was delayed at least once for some reworking of the film, which should have been a clue.

I like Jamie Foxx, Robert Downey, Jr., and Catherine Keener, and they do some darn fine acting in this film, which is apparently based on a true story. Unfortunately, there's not much story to the true story, at least as seen in the film--a newspaperman, desperate for a story, discovers that there are thousands of homeless people in LA, and that at least one of them had a life and a story before he became homeless. Sorry, but this isn't a surprise--or a story--to me. The movie only lasted 109 minutes, but it felt closer to four hours. My advice: skip it.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Earth Day

10 Things I've Learned from my 3-year-old Daughter:

1. Earth Day is every day, and every creature on the planet is to be enjoyed, named, played with, and perhaps put in a bug cage to enjoy for a few hours, days, or months. Squishing a bug doesn't mean you don't love it--it just means you want to see what's inside.

2. Anticipating a trip to Sea World by making extensive plans to catch an orca and bring it home in a ziploc bag is nearly as much fun as realizing how massive an orca actually is. Feeding a dolphin is even more fun than feeding a cat.

3. Just because you call someone an unkind name, like "Meanest Mommy", doesn't mean you believe it.

4. Some of the most beautiful flowers are the tiniest, or the ones that the world calls weeds. If you hand a stranger a flower, even if it's a weed, you'll get a smile.

5. Funerals don't have to be sad, at least not the entire time. Especially when there's a field of dandelions nearby.

6. Turbulence on an airplane can be fun, and laughing about it can ease the tension of your fellow passengers.

7. The road-trip games you make up, like "Color Collecting" or "Duck, There's a Bridge!", are generally more fun than the toys you brought to play with.

8. Some days, it's OK to treat the world like your own personal fan club. Some days, it's even true.

9. Too much exercise is a bad thing, and can make you very cranky. Swim class, hiking, and excessive backyard exuberance in the same day is too much exercise.

10. Emotions can just be too huge sometimes, and have to come bubbling out. It's OK to cry because Little Orphan Annie is an orphan, or laugh hysterically at a goofy upside-down cat.