the Oscars are in serious need of reformation.

…or maybe people just need to stop taking them so seriously.

Real shameful stuff, that.

When you watch KOK at the point where you see Billy Mitchell combing his hair, you need to saw out loud….”KNEEL BEFORE ZOD”

They are making a real movie based on KOK, but I cant help but think it will not be as cool. Part of the charm of the film is…REAL PEOPLE are saying this crazy stuff. Its not scripted (edited maybe, but not scripted).

Oh, that is too bad you won’t be able to see this on the bigscreen. The car races are brazenly disorienting, disregarding the laws of physics with unrestrained glee, so its probably a no-go for you there.

I’m still on the high myself. I almost don’t ever want to watch another movie again, knowing that they can’t replicate what Speed Racer did for me. That’s how enamored I am with this film.

This years top film is “Raider of the Lost Ark :the Adaptation” I know this is old, but it has never been shown in Vancouver before, and its unavailable on any format! Saw this last week at a charity screening. Just now starting to come of the high! Those three 12 year old kids are awesome. Even Speilberg seemed in awe of a 5000$ budget, betamax camera, and three unrelenting physcotic kids accomplished.

I wish I could watch Speedracer on the bigscreen, but alas I suffer from severe optical motion sickness. I’ll have to wait till DVD to pause the film…doh

Here is a comment I left over at Living in Cinema. It’s a snapshot of what I’m feeling right now, so I’m just going to copy and paste it all over the place.

Holy freaking crap. I have never, ever had so much pure, unadulterated, sheer, brilliant, amazing, giddy fun in a movie theater. I cannot stop smiling - I am grinning like a demented Cheshire cat as I write this.

Heck, I’ve never even seen the cartoon! But Speed Racer, for me, has just become the picture of the year, and I cannot for the life of me possibly imagine that anything else will even come close to topping it. And no, I’m not joking in the slightest. I don’t know what happened, what trigger went off in me, but I loved every second of that movie. I felt — I feel! — like I’m 12 years old right now, playing with G.I. Joes and Hasbro cars, defying the laws of the known universe with nothing but my imagination as they fly and soar and accomplish incredible feats of skill in my hands. Rules? Rules are for old codgers, frowning down their noses at the naive kiddies, upset that they’re having so much ‘fun.’

I know I can probably never see it again, and I don’t know if I want to. Those two hours in the theater, somehow, became absolutely perfect for me, perhaps the most perfect theater going experience of my lifetime. And no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest. I wish - wish - that everyone could have sat where I was and seen it through my eyes. Films, like all art, are subjective, and we bring in our prejudices and likes and dislikes, what we ate for dinner right before the film, what we’re expecting and hoping for, and sometimes everything coalesces into a moment, a single, beautiful moment, and the world makes sense and is perfect, just like when Speed is behind the wheel of the Mach 5. I’m not sure what subjective elements went into this becoming the practically divine experience that it was for me, but I’m afraid it can’t be replicated, and I don’t think I ever want to give up what it felt like to leave that theater thinking I could take on the world and that no one could ever tell me my dreams were stupid or unrealistic or naive.

I called my friend immediately after the movie, and he thought I was pulling his chain, that there was no way it could as absolutely magnificent as I was making it out to be. I’m sure he’ll go to see it, and I doubt very strongly that he’ll enjoy it at the level I did, and you’re probably reading this wondering how many shots of espresso I took before seeing the film and writing this completely stream-of-consciousness comment, but I don’t care. I don’t care in the slightest. I loved that movie, and heaven help me I love the Wachowskis for making it, for distilling the innocent sense of anticipation and wonder of a 12 year old boy who truly believes the world is his oyster, distilling it and putting it on film.

I’ll write a review for it later, but right now, this, this tiny, insignificant comment that I’m leaving, is probably more important than my review will be. This is like a diary entry, a snapshot of my frame of mind right after seeing the movie, something I won’t be able to get back, and something that I won’t be able to truly replicate when I write my review later. Sorry for everyone who was forced to read what my heart basically up-chucked into the comments section, but dangit, Speed Racer is so infectious, so virally contagious in its giddy adolescent joy that I can’t help myself.

GO SPEED RACER GO!!!!!!

The graphic novel did walk the fine line between anarchy and heroics, sanity and insanity (the question the viewer is supposed to answer themselves, the one that Moore went to great lengths to not answer in the graphic novel, is whether V is a rational revolutionary or a megalomaniacal sociopath), and I will grant you that the film simplified that ambiguity, and made it more of a straight up “rebel against the system” tale. Calling it a childish diatribe discredits it too much, I think, as it does preserve most of the intent and tone of Moore’s original work.

Also, perhaps, it was a bit long. But methinks your prejudices show a bit too strongly here, Luke.

And no, it wasn’t faithful to the comic at all - as evidenced by the fact that comic author Alan Moore did everything he could to distance himself from it. The graphic novel was a dark meditation on fascism vs. anarchism; the film was a childish diatribe about how Repubilcans want to kill gay people (not to mention that it recast an antihero as a straight-up hero, and went so far as to have his adversary join him in the final act instead of assassinating him). The whole thing was just overwrought and insulting to my intelligence - not to mention about twice as long as it should have been.

So I was watching the first 7 minutes of SR and it actually has me intrigued. It has pushed me from maybe to over the edge and saying I will go see it. Matinee of course.

Here’s the 7 Minute clip, need I say spoilers??

http://www.superherohype.com/news/topnews.php?id=7182

And I do want to see Redbelt as well…Mamet does Karate Kid? Interested for sure.

And Luke, sorry, but you’re sniffin’ the glue on V for Vendetta, which I found to be 1) very entertaining and 2) very faithful to its source material. In fact, I was surprised by how faithful it was, everything from plot to tone handled just as it was in the graphic novel. If anything, they testosteroned up the action sequences, but you can’t really blame ‘em.

And Sean, shame on you. The poor Wachowski’s are practically begging on the sidewalk (it was Larry’s operation that did them in). They need your money, and fairies die when you pay for one movie but walk into another. Or gerbils. I forget which.

I agree with Joseph that Redbelt looks interesting.

Luke, I have to disagree with the 3 comparable movies for What Happens in Vegas. Although giving it some thought I guess I can draw parallels. This looks like a complete replica of Just Married. Not the worst movie but its no Sarah Marshall. Even The Break Up was better than that movie.

Then She Found Me sounds pretty decent.