Die Hard OD

I have watched all four in a row, and the last one twice since last evening. I love them. Alan Rickman is hot even with that silly beard. It is his voice.
And that guy doing kung-fu or something in the buff, in front of a mirror. Observing himself. Talk about setting up the bad guy as yuck. It is just such a glorious turn-off! And McClaine (or however it is spelled) gets to crash/blow up just bigger and bigger stuff, ending with the military monster jet..

The second time around 4.0 I paid attention to the lines. You know, the stuff they do between carchases, and boy it is soooo lame. And I could not care less. The actors do their best and I really liked that hacker-guy, probably because he had the only decent lines, him and Kevin Smith. ;)

So yeah. Jippi-ka-yey, motherfucker!

Another movie I watched for the billionth time was Where Eagles Dare with Clint Eastwood, Richard Burton and Clints hair-do. I love the book, together with many others of Alistair MacLean, such as the Guns of Navarone, Circus, The way to dusty death and the Breakheart Pass. But boy is there a lot of sloppy stuffin the movie: Climbing metal steps, at supposedly freezing temperatures WITH NO GLOVES. How the time of day and weather changes from scene to scene. Specially in that first part. Okay, snow makes it lighter, but not that light. We go from blue sky to snowstorm in seconds..

One part I like about it is that the only german guy who is portrayed as Evil Super Bastard is the Gestapo man. The rest of the men are just that. Military men doing their job. Listening to music, hanging aaround waiting for something to do. Many could benefit from shooting lessions, and some more intelligence but they are not EVIL. Maybe it was one of the conditions for being allowed to film it on location in germany or austria or wherever.

So that was my weekend, white vine, Brie and movie marathon. Best weekend in a long time! It was needed. Now I have the cravings for some Jason Borne and Starwars 4,5&6. May the force be with you!

'allo, listen very carefully

A strange thing is happening to me lately. I just cannot be bothered with watching films. Just thinking about committing two hours to see something on a tv...bleh. I would rather like to see "White christmas" though. And I am looking forward to hopefully spending all of the morning on the 24th with cinderella, disney and "Reisen til julestjernen". So it is not all that dire. But I have the three first seasons of Allo Allo gathering dust in the shelves...when some months ago I would have watched them all in a couple of days and walked around saying "Listen wery carefully, I shall say this only once." at every opportunity. (Sadly my film-quotes are wasted on the spanish population. Noone would have understood it and just Looked at me. You stupid woman!)

I spent the weekend in Copenhagen and had a smashing time. My best friend lives there, has been for the last two years and I had yet to visit. Shame on me I know, but my no-studielån economy has not allowed for anything of that sort. It is the first weekend trip I have done on my own and I now I understand why people go on holiday shopping to London and Paris. I will do the same when I am a filthy rich plastic surgeon...since I am bending all my will to winning the loteria de Navidad this year I do not even have to wait that long...happiness can really be bought. It is found in all those heartbreaking beutiful things in small Copenhagen shops. They are so beautiful I found myself beeing quite happy and content, sipping a cup of delicious aspargus soup, watching the displays in the window, feeding my soul on beauty, without bying anything. Maybe being able to by the things would have ruined it somehow.
Apart from discovering my greedy inner self, I also lapped up the christmas threes, white tulips and other christmassy things they do not have in Zaragoza. (or Spain)
And then we had a party on saturday. It was great fun! Since it was in M's flat, we had total control over music and lots of space to dance in. Also we avoid the whole standing in a line to get drinks thing. The poor neighbour downstairs though...
Even better was that I woke up with no trace of hangover whatsoever, only a need to be alone and quiet after spending much time with people and noise. A lot of fun and no price to pay the day after. So evidently mulled wine and gin-tonics agree with me. (As opposed to Sangria and whatever-it-was-alcoholic beverage.) Thank you M for a great weekend!

(note I am getting all cryptic and only puts a letter for a name. Not that I have any aspirations/deluded hopes that this little blog will ever get read by more than a handful of people, but there are some weird folks out there and if I will not give my own name, there is no reason to give the names of my friends either. Since the only ones reading are friends anyhow, they'll know.)

Video Session

Yesterday I watched The Holiday. And it was lovely, but Jack Black just ruined it all. Don´t get me wrong, he can be funny and I enjoyed his character in High Fidelity but it was just jarring in this one. It just did not work. But othervise it was nice.
Then I saw Ratatouille, a movie I have wanted to see for a long time, and was disappointed. It was "meh." The critics had been good as far as I can remember, but to me: Meh.

And then came James Bond. I like the gritty stile they have chosen and Daniel Craig does a great job. I am looking forward to the next ones. (the title song was dreadful: just meh.) I soo hope Amy winehouse (sp?) cleans up her act enough to do the song on the next one. Obviousely I want ther to clean up for her own sake, but...