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Mar 19
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Weekend Viewing: March 19 - 21, 2010Posted by April in weekend viewing , out on the town , ottawa , other mags , in the mag , hotties , cinema , cancon , bytowne |
Friends, there are movies (movies! plural!) to be seen this weekend. Let's get to it.
New on the Hollywood front, you've got The Ghost Writer, starring Pierce Brosnan as a Blair-esque former British PM who led the country into an undesirable war and noted feminist Ewan McGregor as the ghost writer tasked with completing the PM's memoirs. You've got Repo Men, in which Jude Law and Forest Whitakre reposse people's purchased organs for Liev Schrieber. You've got Diary of a Wimpy Kid, about, um, a wimpy kid in middle school and his over-sized delusions of grandeur. Finally, if you've got any desire to go see The Bounty Hunter, let Tony Scott cure you.
Over at the Bytowne, you've got Colin Firth's heartbreaking performance in A Single Man, Xavier Dolan's heartbreaking debut J'ai tué ma mère, Darwin biopic Creation, and Fellini-inspired fiasco Nine.


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As you no doubt expected, Nate's thinky face was no match for the pure joy Ed Westwick unleashed at the end of "The Lady Vanished" when Chuck finally sat down with his mom for a chat. Of course, when she said she wanted to know everything about him, I laughed that she had no idea what she was in for. Part-time rapist? Full-time purple enthusiast? (Though the ensembles are on a downward trend. Not for craftsmanship, mind, but they are certainly less fabulous than they used to be. Remember his bass cardigan? The paisley? And what's up with the pinky ring/bracelet combo?). Although the episode was light on scheming, complicated sexual dynamics, and dire stupidity, it was also a vast improvement over "The Hurt Locket" and on par with the Gossip Girl we've come to know and love. Like so:
Every once and while I get into the idea of theme songs: for people, for events, for specific days. I'm known in certain circles, for example, for my summer jams. If you want to entice me to go on a 
I haven't consumed all of last night's episode of Gossip Girl, "The Lady Vanished," so the full recap will have to come later. I do, however, need to give props to whoever decided to cut to Nate's confused look at Blair's metaphor that she had "turned over a new leaf from the trust tree." Chace Crawford's eyebrows are a national treasure.
In addition to the fact that
Hollywood certainly has a diverse offering this week to suit you as follows:
I'd try come up with something more erudite than that, something with trenchant insight into Mad Men as cultural phenomenon, the commodification of culture, or the final sell-out straw, but who are we kidding? I own a Dylan McKay Barbie and proudly take him out in public. I so want
Summit plans to release the The Twilight Saga: Eclipse trailer in front of Robert Pattinson's new feature, Remember Me, which opens tomorrow, which is why the trailer's on the Internet today. Oh, sweet Internet, what do you have for us this time out? More shirtless Lautner? More wolf vs. vampire battles? More
A few weeks ago, I went to see Shutter Island. In the wing seating, a lady started yelling at some people as they exited during the end credits. It wasn't clear exactly what she was on about, but, naturally, my sympathy was with the older lady over the "young punks." As a remix of Dinah Washington's "This Bitter Earth" played over the end credits, my viewing companion and I discussed how copyright issues over this very song kept Killer of Sheep, one of the greatest American movies ever made, from being seeing by the wider public for 30 years. Unfortunately discussing exactly what we are hearing during the end credits was too much for the now obviously old lady, who started yelling at us to "STOP TALKING!" Just in case you were wondering, according to crazy old ladies who scare away even their minders with their yelling, "OUTSIDE IS FOR TALKING!" You know, during the end credits in a mostly empty theatre. I'll admit to you that I was actually upset by the lengthy tongue lashing we got for, in my opinion, doing nothing wrong.