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Jun. 24th, 2009 03:35 pmThere are good things and bad things about watching movies based entirely on who is in them and not so much on the content.
Good:
You're almost guaranteed at least one second of joy when that person comes on screen, even if it's a glorified cameo.
You find movies you probably never would have seen before, especially early in whomever's career.
Bad:
Because you're not paying as much attention to the content as the actors, odds are much higher you will find yourself watching a movie you can't even imagine how the damn thing got made.
Obviously there are others, but the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet. So, it should come as no surprise to realize I watched some weird ass movie based on the fact that it had Leighton Meester in it. Leighton= Blair Waldorf. And despite being super awesome as Blair, I still have more Blake Lively covers, not counting the stuff she did prior to Gossip Girl. It ain't right! Anyway.
Flourish somehow ended up at the top of the Netflix queue although I don't really remember moving it that high up. No matter. Bring on the weirdness! And so, it did. Movies about crazy people are always iffy, and you can't even divide them into Good and Bad. They frequently fall in the middle somewhere, though usually on the Bad side of the equation. For the record, if the movie did nothing other than bring me Leighton in pigtails, it also made me realize that I don't have anything against Jennifer Morrison. I just spent the first three seasons of House wondering if I hated her or Cameron. The answer is Cameron. Good to know. Also, unexpected Jesse Spencer goodness.
Much better than I expected, truthfully. I wasn't expecting much and there were parts where I thought I'd made a horrible mistake. But the best thing about the movie is that also, sadly, the worst thing. The entire thing is told by a crazy person who isn't always all that likable. Which means in parts, brilliant. In other parts, you really do wonder if maybe writer/directors should be shot. One or the other, darling. One or the other. But then you watch the director interview and realize how it all Suddenly Makes Sense. There are worse ways to spend an hour and a half. Just give it the first twenty minutes or so to build. I remember looking at the clock somewhere in the teens and thinking this was going to drag on forever, and then the next time I looked, it felt like only five minutes had passed, but it was almost an hour in.
Good:
You're almost guaranteed at least one second of joy when that person comes on screen, even if it's a glorified cameo.
You find movies you probably never would have seen before, especially early in whomever's career.
Bad:
Because you're not paying as much attention to the content as the actors, odds are much higher you will find yourself watching a movie you can't even imagine how the damn thing got made.
Obviously there are others, but the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet. So, it should come as no surprise to realize I watched some weird ass movie based on the fact that it had Leighton Meester in it. Leighton= Blair Waldorf. And despite being super awesome as Blair, I still have more Blake Lively covers, not counting the stuff she did prior to Gossip Girl. It ain't right! Anyway.
Flourish somehow ended up at the top of the Netflix queue although I don't really remember moving it that high up. No matter. Bring on the weirdness! And so, it did. Movies about crazy people are always iffy, and you can't even divide them into Good and Bad. They frequently fall in the middle somewhere, though usually on the Bad side of the equation. For the record, if the movie did nothing other than bring me Leighton in pigtails, it also made me realize that I don't have anything against Jennifer Morrison. I just spent the first three seasons of House wondering if I hated her or Cameron. The answer is Cameron. Good to know. Also, unexpected Jesse Spencer goodness.
Much better than I expected, truthfully. I wasn't expecting much and there were parts where I thought I'd made a horrible mistake. But the best thing about the movie is that also, sadly, the worst thing. The entire thing is told by a crazy person who isn't always all that likable. Which means in parts, brilliant. In other parts, you really do wonder if maybe writer/directors should be shot. One or the other, darling. One or the other. But then you watch the director interview and realize how it all Suddenly Makes Sense. There are worse ways to spend an hour and a half. Just give it the first twenty minutes or so to build. I remember looking at the clock somewhere in the teens and thinking this was going to drag on forever, and then the next time I looked, it felt like only five minutes had passed, but it was almost an hour in.