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I was disappointed with last night's sweep of the Oscars by Return of the King, but then again, if I had been a real fan of the movie, I'd probably be very happy.
The problem I had with RotK had probably to do more with the fact that it was the third installment of a trilogy than anything else. Trilogies, I have found, do not work with feature-length films very well. Perhaps the only exception I can think of is Ridley Scott's set of Alien flicks, except that the continuity among the films is very tenuous. The series could have stopped after the first, or second, or third film, and nobody would have been the wiser, because each film was an integral story unto itself. This was not the case either with Star Wars or Matrix, although in both cases, the first films had enough stuffing in them to stand on their own (the serial nature, i.e, "tune in next week," nature of the trilogy didn't really hit, in either case, until the second movie).
With RotK, I'd already been left hanging twice over the course of a couple of years, and frankly, I was too impatient for a resolution of the story to really appreciate the detail in the third excursion. In addition, I found myself mildly annoyed at the magnificent detail in the movie. I imagined a group of very talented people toiling endlessly in a studio environment, while a voice intones the line: "We exercised our imagination... so you wouldn't have to!" Finally, for whatever reason, there simply wasn't anyone in RotK that I cared enough about to sustain my interest.
* * * Traffic this morning was surprisingly heavy. Fortunately, I was in the mood to go with the flow, so I tried to enjoy it as much as possible. I got a call from my weekend client in the middle of the morning, to the effect that I had translated the wrong document, or something (I had received what appeared to be the same document as a PDF and as a DOC file, which I spot-checked for similarity, and translated the DOC file.) A few minutes work clarified the fact that I hadn't omitted any text because the files were identical (except for a list of signatories missing at the end of the DOC file), which turned the report of problems into sort of a false alarm.
The weather the past few days has been very grey and moist. In walking "around the block" earlier this evening, all the passing cars sounded very loud, I suspect because of the wet pavement. Otherwise, it was a nice walk.
Galina is watching a dramatization of Natalie Wood's life in the next room. In a way, I cannot help but eavesdrop on the dialog. I find the show depressing, but I'll be dipped if I can tell you why (maybe because I know how the story ends?).
Time to relax.
Cheers...
The problem I had with RotK had probably to do more with the fact that it was the third installment of a trilogy than anything else. Trilogies, I have found, do not work with feature-length films very well. Perhaps the only exception I can think of is Ridley Scott's set of Alien flicks, except that the continuity among the films is very tenuous. The series could have stopped after the first, or second, or third film, and nobody would have been the wiser, because each film was an integral story unto itself. This was not the case either with Star Wars or Matrix, although in both cases, the first films had enough stuffing in them to stand on their own (the serial nature, i.e, "tune in next week," nature of the trilogy didn't really hit, in either case, until the second movie).
With RotK, I'd already been left hanging twice over the course of a couple of years, and frankly, I was too impatient for a resolution of the story to really appreciate the detail in the third excursion. In addition, I found myself mildly annoyed at the magnificent detail in the movie. I imagined a group of very talented people toiling endlessly in a studio environment, while a voice intones the line: "We exercised our imagination... so you wouldn't have to!" Finally, for whatever reason, there simply wasn't anyone in RotK that I cared enough about to sustain my interest.
The weather the past few days has been very grey and moist. In walking "around the block" earlier this evening, all the passing cars sounded very loud, I suspect because of the wet pavement. Otherwise, it was a nice walk.
Galina is watching a dramatization of Natalie Wood's life in the next room. In a way, I cannot help but eavesdrop on the dialog. I find the show depressing, but I'll be dipped if I can tell you why (maybe because I know how the story ends?).
Time to relax.
Cheers...
