Monday, February 23, 2009

Everything's Coming Up...Danny Boyle!

Well that sounds a lot filthier than I'd intended. What I mean is that my favorite director won the Academy Award last night for best directing, best picture, and more for his film, "Slumdog Millionaire." Now, I've not seen Slumdog Millionare. That I haven't is mostly to do with the fact that my mom LOVES "Slumdog."

"Mom, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Oh, we're going to see Slumdog!"

"That'll be fun. Let me know what you think of it."

"I will love it."

"Yeah well, just let me know after you've seen it."

"Oh, I know I will love Slumdog."

"Mom, can you stop saying 'Slumdog?"

"Slumdog, Slumdog, Slumdog!"

"Jesus Christ."

My mom had a similarly offputting enthusiasm for the book "Memoirs of a Geisha." A copy kept showing up on my bedroom dresser, hamper, etc. Needless to say, I've devoted my entire life to never reading that goddam book. But I digress.

What I have seen from Boyle: Trainspotting, The Beach (though not as wonderfully grotesque as the Garland book on which it was based, still enjoyable), Milliones (a treat), Sunshine, and my favorite movie...28 Days Later.

That's right readers, my favorite movie of all time is a well done zombie thriller.
Nothing teaches you more about the pitfalls of humanity than those who have lost it. And are hungry for flesh.

1 comment:

  1. I was just talking about 28 Days Later this weekend. I love that movie! Somehow though, it comes as a surprise to me that this is your favorite. Maybe it's because when I think of you, I think about you always getting sick and your horror of my strange food adventures that I guess I assume you aren't of a strong enough constitution to like terrifying zombie flicks. It's unfair, I know. I'm sorry.

    I don't intend for this post to sound mean! All I'm trying to say is that I miss you and I was telling someone the other day about you and how I liked you so much that I wanted to push you whenever I was behind you. Come to NY soon and this time, let's meet up.