So, sitting down, trying to think of witty opening for today's blog post, when a spider appears on the curtains next to my head. Twenty minutes and a few (justified) blood-curdling screams later, it is gone. Transported from my bedroom to the backyard by my darling dad. Very much appreciated.
The spider interrupted the beginning of my post about the movie I saw tonight called The Last Station. As I mentioned, my friends wanted to go and see The Last Song, but they changed their minds at the last minute, and decided to go to politically charged historical film instead of a teen chick flick. Apparently they really like James McAvoy:
(personally, I don't see the whole cute angle, but whatever)
As you may have guessed, if you are a regular reader or you have read the tagline of my blog, this is not my type of film, seeing as it does not have a deliciously predictable romance, a female protagonist, or a sappy ending. Instead it had political unrest, 1910's Tsarist Russia, and an old Russian author. They say it's good to shake things up some times. Well, here I am, putting my life in a blender (oh man, that was some bad writing there!).
In the end, it was an okay film. I don't really know. As you well know (seeing as I just told you!), I don't have much of a frame of reference. But from I could tell, it was fairly well done. It held my interest for the first two-thirds of the film, by which time I got sick of the whole Tolstoy-Sophya-Tolstoyian thing. I'm not one for politics (except for West Wing, of course). And Helen Mirren, Oscar winner she may be, got kind of annoying.
For those of you who haven't heard of this film (which is practically impossible, considering it was nominated for an Academy Award or two this past March), the plot is about the life of Leo Tolstoy, the famed Russian writer, who wrote such classics such as this one:
(another one of those classics I tried to read and failed)
The romance between James McAvoy and some-random-actress-I-don't-know (yeah, just looked her up on imdb, as she really hasn't been in anything. Except, apparently, a movie called How Harry Became a Tree, which I must say, sounds excellent) was surprisingly well done. It's an odd comment for me to make, but I must say I really liked the cinematography. The shots were really intimate and close. It was sweet and realistic and really romantic, in it's own way.
Oh wow, just fell asleep at my computer in the middle of writing this review. I think it may be time to go to bed. Well, in conclusion, I will give The Last Station 2.5/5 stars. The highest yet, but by no means the gold standard. I just haven't seen a good movie in a while...(this drought is set to end with Sex and the City 2 in May, if all goes according to plan, meaning the second movie is infinitely better then the first). My eyes are starting to drop again. I better stop while I can still complete my sentences. Good night, and good movie watching!