So Gene and I have now seen all of the Best Picture nominees this year with the exception of Atonement (I’m trying – and failing – to finish the book first). Last night we went with our Athiest Friends (it’s 1 couple, not like there’s a club or something) to see There Will Be Blood.
Maybe a month or two ago, Gene and I saw No Country for Old Men. I described it as “The Most Terrifying Two Hours I’ve Ever Spent Watching Paint Dry.”
There Will Be Blood – which is absurdly long at 2.5 hours – is “The Most Boring Two and a half Hours I’ve Ever Spent Watching Paint Dry.” Holy Shit, these movies are like carrot juice or wheat bread. You see the movies because you “should” but frankly I’d rather have spent the money to see Juno again (which rocked – I’m not joking when I say that I may have to see it again). Or even hunted down a theater still showing Best Picture nominee Michael Clayton because, of course, two hours spent looking at George Clooney are not wasted hours.
Anyway, if filmmakers really loved us, they would have just made one movie – There Will Be Old Men or No Country for Old Blood. Yech. They’re both dude movies and I just hate dude movies.
I would absolutely go see Juno again in the theater.. and that’s saying a LOT because I’m actually not a huge fan of seeing movies in the theater!!! GAH that movie was awesome.