Tuesday, November 18, 2008
so, our two-day movie-thon of all things romantico have concluded.
the verdict is that princess prefers the camped-up bazzy modern romeo and juliet remake to the zeffirelli 1968 one. i am so surprised. that she would prefer a movie made in the 2000s, with modern sets, modern costumes, modern music, a fish tank meeting, guns, lsd tabs and more-accessible orientations such as gang warfare and pool halls. that she would prefer that kind of movie over a gay 1968 rendition of r&j where romeo looks like a certain current teen-star, or a wild, dark gothic "psycho-romance" 1970 version of wuthering heights, where timothy dalton can't act to save his life, and the direction is so ordinary that in certain scenes, the actors are upstaged by the stagnant rocks and moors themselves.
during romeo and juliet, a comparison between the two versions:
p: what are they wearing? what are those? tights? i don't like this! HE LOOKS LIKE ZAC EFRON, YOU CAN TURN IT OFF NOW!
me: you don't want to see them kiss?
we did, however, get through wuthering heights. it was the timothy dalton one, it was awful, and again, she didn't like it.
p: he's a psycho, he's going mental!
me: well, it is darker, i told you.
p: but he's going mentallllllll. i don't like it very much.
me: it's pretty gothic, er goth-
me: the book's good, it's much better. this isn't really that good.
p: no. they're both mental!
and later -
p: are you crying?
me: i was before.
p: [looks at her mother in disbelief]
so, not a complete failure, she's seen romeo and juliet, she knows the story a bit more, and she's now discovered leo di caprio.
my work here is done.