In the increasingly divisive world of movies, I’ve discovered one universal truth: everyone loves Gary Oldman. Seriously, even the people who don’t quite know who he is love him. In my experience, the words “Gary Oldman” can’t be uttered in a sentence without “awesome,” “amazing” or “badass.” No one hates him. It isn’t like Shia LaBeouf where most people are just so happy for that goofy Even Stevens kid, or Philip Seymour Hoffman’s tiny but devoted cult of fans. People young and old, male and female, with both excellent and questionable taste in movies adore this guy. Were some freak with a passionate loathing for Mr. Oldman to actually emerge, I don’t see others being alarmed and offended as much as completely puzzled. How can you hate someone so cool, talented, and sometimes even terrifying?
Speaking of cool actors, I love Clive Owen. The problem is I don’t always remember him. By that I don’t mean I literally can’t place the name with the face, but rather I often forget about his existence. See usually, I seek out a few movies by a certain actor after I’ve decided I like him or her. But, except for Children of Men, every time I watched one of his movies, I thought “Hey, Clive Owen’s in this!” only after his face popped up on screen. I really don’t understand this phenomenon; Clive’s so suave, tough and British (do you see why I was initially pissed that Daniel Craig and not Clive was the new Bond?). If those traits aren’t memorable, what is?
Now for something topical. The new Revolutionary Road trailer has to be the single most serious preview I’ve ever seen. The music alone makes it unbelievably somber and foreboding, but this is one trailer where I can’t find a shred of silver lining in the clips. The impression I’m getting is that, should you see this movie, expect to spend the rest of the day questioning your life’s happiness and alternatively sleeping and crying. So can someone please tell me why I’m so excited for it? Oh, right. Leo and Kate and Sam Mendes. In one movie. Can I watch it now?
Finally, why isn't Neil Patrick Harris in more movies? I've only seen Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and almost all of How I Met Your Mother, but already I can't get enough of him. At least let him host the 2009 Emmys. The show would be infinitely better than this year's nightmare. 'Cause you know, whenever Neil Patrick Harris feels like doing a soul-crushingly bad job at hosting, he is just awesome instead. True story.
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