I saw the first showing of The Royal Tenenbaums and forgot to tell you how much I loved it. I loved it, loved it, loved it. Hurry out and see it. Gene Hackman is God, but then so are the rest of the cast, and the set design is worth the price of the ticket alone. One of my favorite scenes design wise, aside from the wonderful vintage game fiulled closet, is in Owen Wilson's apartment when after we see the really weird paintings with the tribal masks, the camera kind of allows us to catch this glimpse of a huge room filled with giant pot plants over Luke Wilson's shoulder. Although I hate fur coats and wish anyone who worked on this film to have had enough of a heart and the courage to stand up to Wes and say, nope, not gonna do that, sorry, we don't care what it says about the character, it's fucked, and we're not going for it. That certainly includes Ms. Paltrow. I know it's quirky, I know it says faded glamour, but it also says cruel, senseless, death. Grrrrrrrrr.
I saw Vanilla Sky with Scott tonight and thought it was dark and sad and disturbing. I really wanted to like it. I think I understood it better than most of the people around me, with the exception of Leonard Nemoy, who we saw in the lobby after the movie, looking very somber, which is how you would imagine him looking. He probably has a massive capacity for understanding weirdness. I hate to say it but I think the emperor has no clothes, but Cameron Diaz was great, sorry Tom. Strange how similar both of these Amenobar films were. I guess he's a super existential kind of guy.
When you've seen either of these will you come back and chat with me about them.