Wednesday, May 17, 2006

THE CONSTANT GARDENER

Happy Hump Day, y'alls!

When Wednesday rolls around, I find it impossible to resist the pull of Virgin Cinema Roppongi Hills' 1000 yen Ladies' Day. It's a ridiculous throwback to the 50s - the discount must be based on inferior female earning power (it would be even more ridiculous to think that men were charged more "rent" for the extra room they fill - especially since some guys in Tokyo are pretty petite). Anyway, I am in fact a female with inferior earning power so I'll gladly accept any charity thrown my way.

I ended up seeing The Constant Gardener, mainly because I partially saw The Producers on a recent United flight (take a cue from Virgin Atlantic and get some real screens, please) and because I have zero desire to see V For Vendetta. Besides a few casting doubts (Rachel Weisz does not look 24, and how are we supposed to believe that a demigod like Ralph Fiennes was single when he met her?) and way too much gratuitous pregnant nudity, the film was very well made. Additionally, as I have loose plans to travel to Nairobi at some point, it was nice to soak up some stunning Kenyan landscapes... And it is always nice to see my old home town of London, although the areas I frequented are never featured on film, for some reason. I suppose there's not much value in filming low-budget whorehouses across the street from Euston Station. (P.S. I wasn't frequenting the whorehouse. We just shared an entrance.)

I realized that the last English guy I dated was Ralph Fiennes-looking. Well, kind of - not enough to make me too nervous to date him, obviously. If you were to take Ralph Fiennes' face and superimpose a sheep over it, rejuvenate him by 15 years, and make him pissed drunk most of the time, you'd pretty much have captured his essence. Anyway, I guess my point is that it's dangerous to dive head-first into the dating scene when you move to a foreign country. Everyone seems so exotic and it's not rare to fall for an accent... only to find that everyone in the country has the same one and he wasn't so special after all.

So, 500 words later: See the movie. It was good.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You crack me up!

And? I adore macaroons, too-- it's an addiction.

~bluepoppy

8:13 AM  
Blogger teahouse said...

I really liked this movie, but I saw it with the Boy. And 3/4 of the way through, he got nauseated by the shaking camera, and we had to leave!! Bleh.

1:34 AM  
Blogger e! said...

BP - You have not had macaroons until you've tried the Dalloyau version!

THB - Good point. I totally forgot to address the shaky camerawork. That was bothering me a bit too - I should recommend people taking Dramamine before they step into the cinema.

12:36 PM  

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