Saw a few movies, and that be about it.
The new Harry Potter film is my favourite of the series. Mainly because they hired an actual film maker to helm this installment. The difference between this film and the last is like the difference between the work of an artist versus the work of a guy who paints houses. Nothing wrong with painting houses man, but it just ain't art.
The little touches in this film: the way the whomping willow ushers in the seasons, Harry playing with his wand under the sheets, these are things Columbus would have never even thought of, and the add so, so much.
Guy Maddin's Dracula: Pages From A Virgin's Diary was good. I like the fact that Maddin is not afraid to make silent films, but films without dialogue make me sleepy. It's a scientifically proven fact.
So I liked The Saddest Music in the World quite a bit more than Dracula. There was talking. And singing. And colour. Maddin can't make un-interesting movies. Not even if he tried. I don't know if any moment of any of his films will ever top the fat father strangling an enemy soldier with his (the father's) own guts, but that is a pretty hard act to follow. Saddest Music has plenty of arresting visuals, and plenty of humour and plenty of just about everything good.
And that's that.
Oh. And the spell checker doesn't recognize Dracula.
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