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I took myself to see
Wild Horse Nine last night after work. And while I totally get why people love it, I think I bought a little too much into the hype, so between that and the trailer characterizing it as very different in tone than it actually is, I was left somewhat lukewarm on it. I still thought it was very good; I just didn't think it was
great. It won't be on my year's top ten, and I was kind of expecting it to be.
People on podcasts I listen to are sure loving it, and have been talking about how much they love it since seeing it at festivals months ago. This was part of my expectation problem. I'm kind of glad to see the likes of
Adam Nayman of The Ringer and particularly
Manohla Dargis of The New York Times kind of similarly lukewarm on the film; I'm glad I'm not standing out here on an island—particularly in regards to Dargis's reference to the "thin story," something I thought a fair amount about while watching. Great movies have both great dialogue and great story writing; this movie has just one of those.
On the upside, both John Malkovich and Sam Rockwell really are fantastic in it.
I got an invite earlier this week to see
La Bola Negra, but at a friend's house; I declined the invitation because I already have a seat booked for that late this afternoon, and I prefer to see it on the big screen (even though it's now available on Netflix). I could easily be wrong, but I have a feeling this one will better meet my expectations, admittedly high as they also are in this case. At least this one has a gay narrative thread, which of course more naturally suits my interests.
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Anyway, the showtime yesterday was right at 4:30, but of course trailers and commercials last for a solid half an hour, giving me plenty of time to get over there four blocks from the office.
(This is one of countless benefits to this new office location—less new now that we've been here more than a year. But I could never so easily get to AMC Pacific Place screenings at showtimes like this when leaving the office on Elliott Avenue. The one thing I deeply lamented about leaving that location was leaving the gorgeous views we had for no views whatsoever from this office, but nothing else about that location was better; virtually everything else about this location
is better—particularly proximity: to home; to surrounding businesses and restaurants; the movie theaters. Target is two and a half blocks away and that makes it close enough to take a short break to walk over there to get shaving cream and Shower Cleaner spray, which was what I did this morning. Ditto the Central Library, which is three blocks away.)
The movie let out at about 6:50; I walked home, and wrote the review. Shobhit finished the "World of Dracula" puzzle, in which I placed maybe 20 of the pieces. Shobhit gets really into these puzzles. The only question now is what we'll do next. This one was our
sixth this year, and it may be finally getting close to time I actually go to one of those monthly
Puzzle Exchanges at a place called Blue Highway Games on Queen Anne.
Anyway then we watched this week's episode of
War, which is a kind of average legal procedural that is nonetheless totally absorbing.
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[posted 12:35pm]
