Wednesday, February 20, 2002

MOVIE NOTES
Moulin Rouge was a huge piece of crap. If you gave a 16-year-old $50 million and a professional cast and crew, this is what their imagination might turn out. What's the matter - you're so afraid audiences can't handle new songs that you have to recycle incongruous pop songs? Ugh. That's two hours I'll never get back.

On the other hand, Monster's Ball was an intense, heartfelt and stunning piece of work. The only flaw I could find was in the marketing plan - the previews, poster and word of mouth made me want to avoid it. And I would have too, except that Natalie dragged me to see it tonight. Lessons learned - see everything with Billy Bob Thorton, don't trust marketing for smart films, let Natalie pick films more often.

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