Five Films I’d Spend an Hour in the Car to See on Opening Weekend
Un conte de Noël
I love multi-generational dramas with a French disregard for mushy sentimentality. Plus, Desplechin’s Kings and Queen is one of my favorite films of the decade.
Slumdog Millionaire
I’m a sucker for this shit.
The Class
Ditto, plus it’s French, plus it won all these Cannes awards. And educators make me hot.
Milk
Gus Van Sant!
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
This could be on the list below but I’m buying the hype for now.
Five Films I’m Certain Will Not Fill the Tank
Revolution Road
Ugh! I once slogged through a chapter of the novel. This looks like an expanded episode of “Mad Men†without any of the fun.
Defiance
Surely a lock to win the Academy Award for Best Documentary.
Doubt
I’m dubious.
The Wrestler
Really? I have two words: The Fountain!
Australia
This could be on the list above, but I’m denying the hype for now.
What about Marley and Me?
From your list, I want to see Milk and Benjamin Button more than anything. Let the Right One In may end up here by the holidays, so I’ll count that, too. And the film I’m perhaps most keen on has no release date (The Good, the Bad, and the Weird).
I don’t see the new Bond on either of your lists. That is more of the same I want to believe in.
I don’t even know what Marley and Me is . . . a documentary? Under the radar pick: The Tale of Despereaux (mostly because it was a delight to read to Cate a couple of years ago).
Jeff,
You have never head of Marley and Me ?! Man, you can’t walk into a Barnes and Noble without seeing copies of the paperback, copies of the childrens books based on the Marley story, copies of the author’s new book, etc. It’s some kind of dog thing….
I no longer walk into a bookstore. I simply move from literary blogs, the New York Times, EW and the New Yorker (not to mention the tidal wave of novels and non-fiction Mike, Mauer and Gio read and respond to on Goodreads.com) to Amazon.com and then on to my local library’s online request site. Eventually, I am forced to drive to the library to retrieve my booty. The upside to this is that I don’t have to look at all the crap that passes for “good reading” at Barnes and Noble (and, thankfully, I missed every election-themed bookstore display over the past few months). I find bookstores sort of depressing and desperate these days. And I haven’t walked into a proper record store in at least a year.