I had the best week of new movies and music thanks to my blogging buddies.
It started off when I checked out Gaelic Storm from the library. We've already heard about that. On the same trip I picked up Hedwig and the Angry Inch, DVD and soundtrack. I've been singing the songs in my head all week now. "Put on some makeup, turn on the 8 track..." etc. What a beautiful movie. I think that my favorite scene from early in the movie was in the Sizzler looking restaurant, with the band all around the salad bar with all the Jewish sugar daddies. I love Hedwig's monologue. What the heck city were they supposed to be in anyway? I watched the movie trying to imagine the play and wondering what it was like. I'm so happy to have the songs in my head even though I returned the CD and DVD today.
Great as this movie and music are, I have gotten a little weirded out lately as I just saw that John Cameron Mitchell (director/writer/star of this movie) is planning another movie, Shortbus, with real sex, but not porn. I just saw today a call for "sextras," people who will be having real sex in the background of some scene. They are calling for couples, which somehow makes me feel...better? I believe in artistic freedom in principle of course, but given the reception that Brown Bunny got, I wonder how well received this will be. I can't really imagine going to see it, must as I loved Hedwig.
Anyway, on a lighter note...I also convinced Isaac that we should rent Wet Hot American Summer even though Blockbuster charges $4.79 or so for one rental. Gag. It was delicious - I used to love the State and it was fun to see those guys again. I love the absurdity of the whole thing having 30-somethings play teenagers. The montage in town was our favorite. It brought back memories of the montage in Team America, but was a lot better done. There was a lot of good montage action in WHAS - the later one with the "new way" was also so funny.
Gee, I really should go to bed. I'm supposed to wake up in less than 5 hours to go on a field trip to a pharmaceutical company. Cheers.
I'm the worst movie reviewer ever, I realize.