First blog

I haven't blogged in a while. I used to just do one big end movie year in review on my LJ. My boyfriend, Jack, encouraged me to start a blog to share my thoughts as a filmmaker.

I know in Jack and mine's ideal lives we would watch one movie a day. He does a way better job at this than I do. In 2008 I watched 60 new movies. I don't count repeat viewings. As of this year I'm up to 34 in the halfway point. The only film I've seen this year that was a 2009 release was actually Jack's film, Transmissions. Also, being poor leads to lots of Netflixing.

My sister brought me most of movies that I've been away from for a year. We just went to the Harry Potter exhibit the other day so I was totally in the mood to watch Sorcerer's Stone. I love the trio's cute adorable horrible acting. I could totally nerd out on HP trivia right now, but I'll save that for when Half-Blood Prince comes out. Eeeeee!!!

So, a while back my parents got me a 50 movie pack of horror classics for Christmas. Tonight I watched Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920). Watching it I kept thinking, "How would they do it today?" This was mostly concerning the transformations which were close up and wide dissolves. The first transformation was nicely done with crazy convulsions by John Barrymore. I would picture that today there would be some sweeping camera movements into close-ups like in the first Spider-Man movie. I still think it worked nicely. As for the story, Dr. Jekyll was a goodie-goodie. His soon to be father-in-law wanted him to live a little and loosen up. As much as Dr. Jekyll wants to do the nasty with the lady who wants him oh so bad, his morals prevent him. Soooo transforms himself to man-whore evil Mr. Hyde. Except nobody likes him because he's a perv that kills people. :( All the while his fiance, Millicent, plays the piano like a good lady in waiting and spends "many lonely hours" until Dr. Jekyll will sweep her off her feet. I just imagine in the end when Dr. Jekyll kills himself she's just thinking "Aw crap. Now I gotta marry that really ugly guy with the bad teeth so someone can inherit my dead dad's stuff. I really need a place to stay." Moral of the story: You can't live in extremes and don't be an English prude.

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