Where The Wild Things Are: This movie is awful. It’s just so god-awful. I’m not even sure what it was about– probably because it wasn’t about anything. It was just some kid screaming for an hour and a half. And everything in the movie was brown. Don’t watch it. Read the book. The book is actually good. This movie entered the category I call Movies I’m Still Pissed Off About. I’m still pissed off about wasting my time on this movie, along with Valentine’s Day, The Holiday, The Phantom of the Opera, and other such atrocities.
Doubt: Uh-mazing. All of those Academy Award nominations were well-deserved. Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Amy Adams were brilliant, but the real revelation of the film was Viola Davis’ performance. I don’t know what else to say about it other than that if you haven’t seen it, you must.
Sherlock Holmes: Mixed reviews kept me from seeing this one in the theatre, but now I wish I had. It was a charming, witty romp of a film. Robert Downey, Jr. made for a fantastic Sherlock Holmes. He and Jude Law make an adorable couple… I mean, team.
This was my first Guy Ritchie film, and I enjoyed his stylistic flourishes very much. I also thought that the feel of the original Arthur Conan Doyle stories, which I devoured as a kid, ran through the film. Also: Jude Law is remarkably goodlooking, even (especially?) with a porn star moustache.
Where the Wild Things Are was so horrible, the studio asked to re-write it twice. Finally, they went through a few editors to "fix" it. Scott was asked to write for it, but he was working on a different project at the time. So grateful this passed up!
Oh man, I HATED Where the Wild Things Are! HATED IT!!! I was expecting this really artsy, clever film. I left the theater VERY unsatisfied. Give me the book ANY day. My imagination is much better than that crappy film.