January 20, 2008
When it comes movies, my taste is all over the place. I adore a dialogue heavy, character driven, Indie film, but get equally excited by an over-the-top, “popcorn” film. A clever, quirky, dark comedy is always a winner with me, but a silly, gross-out film will have me giggling and repeating catch phrases for weeks. Period pieces or estrogen-rich, chick flicks will have me filling up a baskets with tear soaked kleenex, but put on a good ole “Spaghetti Western” and you’ll also have my rapt attention.
I haven’t seen it in a while, but I remember enjoying the stark beauty of the landscape, (filmed at Mono Lake in California), the morally complex plot and implied supernatural aspect, and of course, my man, Clint Eastwood is his usual, squinty, enigmatic self.
In a few minutes, Tom and I are going to watch “An Inconvenient Truth” (a film I should have seen by now, tsk tsk.) I’m really looking forward to seeing it, but truth be told, on this Walrus Weekend, wouldn’t “High Plains Drifter” be more appropriate?
Facing reality seems like too much work tonight.