The Center Seat

Boys and girls, we've entered the movie wasteland that always comes immediately post-Oscar season. For the first time since October, there were absolutely no new releases in the Twin Cities that I wanted to see. I know everyone was touting Rambo, but I haven't seen the earlier ones, and I really didn't feel inclined to start now. Maybe someday, but for now... meh. Our other choices were Meet the Spartans (another brainless parody flick), and Untraceable. As far as that one goes, I'm already a no-go anytime torture porn is on the table, but Colin Covert (whom I respect) says it may actually be borderline immoral to see this one.

So it was a weekend of On Demand and Netflix for Ms. Nayana.

I saw Lost In Translation, which has been on my want-to-see list for quite some time. It was cool... kind of slow-moving, but I loved the pacing in relation to the subject matter. It's kind of about feeling totally alone and adrift, and like no one really has time for you... and then these two people find each other, and they absolutely get one another. Also, I kept waiting for it to get all skeezy and gross (I mean, it is Bill (60-ish) Murray and Scarlett (25-ish) Johansson)... but I was pleasantly surprised.

Also viewed: Imagine Me & You, a British lesbian love story (and purveyor of my new favorite euphemism for lesbians: "vagetarian"); Curious George (actually less nauseating than expected); Fast Food Nation (icky, but a great flick); and I re-watched Great Balls of Fire. That was kind of cool, too, because I recognized some of the elements they made fun of in Walk Hard.

I'm currently in the middle of Tristan & Isolde... stay tuned.

P.S. No surprises whatsoever at the SAG Awards last night. Agree? Disagree? ...Click here for the rest of this tasty post.