Oh, what the heck…

For the curious, morbidly or otherwise, here are a few more Talk About Movies between myself, Mr. Grimm, and an array of colorful commenters.

Million Dollar Baby

Sophie Scholl

Little Miss Sunshine (Why oh why did it take me until the comments section to nail the film for not being true to its own premise – i.e., that we must be like Proust and accept suffering in life, instead of trying to pull a Neitschzean will to power – i.e. “I’m gonna fly planes!”)

The Exorcism of Emily Rose

300

I think that ought to do it for a while.

Comments

  1. j. christian says

    I’m going to save you and Ernie some time and write the next Talk About Movies column for you:

    “This movie uses the f word 43 times. It is evil. Do not see it.”

    Readers, you wanted the Catholic perspective, you got it! Themes and motifs? Psh.

  2. thank you thank you thank for the links. these are so fun. i would say they deserve their own blog-space, but i think the forum is perfect. where else could you inspire such rabid comments?

  3. Lickona, Not Ted is almost single-handedly responsible for the manginafication of attorneys. It’s the worst kept secret in the bar.

    ML

  4. I disagree with the commenters on Little Miss Sunshine in so many ways that I don’t know where to start. From my Catholic perspective, which I would think is as valid as any of the others, I thought it was a brilliant movie. (A bit of Flannery O’Connor on a field trip in a derelict VW wagon.) Most of my family has seen this movie and it has inspired some great conversations – besides the resonance that the Hoover’s were quite like us, except that we’ve never had anyone die on a road trip. Yet.

    Each character is a topic in itself, for instance, Dwayne’s Neitschean will… and its inability to negate color-blindness.

    (My eighteen year-old son is allowed to recite Arkin’s chicken soliloquy once a week, provided he leave’s the Lord’s name out of it. The kid just can’t stand chicken of any sort and he found a (flawed, of sourse) soulmate in Grandpa.)

  5. notrelatedtoted says

    “Lickona, Not Ted is almost single-handedly responsible for the manginafication of attorneys. It’s the worst kept secret in the bar.

    ML”

    What?

  6. notrelatedtoted says

    I like how Ernie reduces 300 to “gay snuff porn.” Ha-ha!

    Do you like movies about gladiators?

  7. Not Ted, “manginafication” is my new favorite word, courtesy of the commenter(s) on Lickona’s movie chat page. I’m not sure what it means, exactly, but I’m guessing it is related to Hollywood’s (unspoken) quest to make all straight men gay. Just a guess. I’m really hanging my hat on the first part of the word: “mangina.” If it’s pronounced the way I think it is, it rhymes with “vagina.” So it’s like a vagina, but for men. Get it? And Hollywood is all about making men out to be wusses (which explains the careers of Bruce Willis, Mel Gibson, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and other effete Hollywood leading men). Anyway, I was so happy to stumble upon the term that I had to try and use it in a sentence. And then I thought it would be funny to use it at your expense. I apologize for the confusion.

    ML

  8. notrelatedtoted says

    And here I thought you just misspelled magnification. Now that I understand what you are saying, I can’t say it’s not true.

  9. notrelatedtoted says

    BTW, “mangina” does not rhyme with…never mind. Just saying…

  10. Matthew Lickona says

    Not-Ted,
    Well it sure don’t rhyme with Orangina.

  11. Not-Ted,

    I know I’m very late with this comment, but 300 was unbelievable homo-erotic in it’s imagery. The abs, the shaved chests, the pretty blond warrior boys, the 12 year old boys running around in loin cloths, the S&M harnesses everyone was wearing, Xerxes, the orgasmic blood spurts… it was like a trip through the Castro District on Pride weekend. Manginafication at it’s worst.

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