If I re-wrote my movie trailer review post, I would stick Babel in a different category: “Movies I’d start to watch on a plane then get bored with and fall asleep.”
This is another movie, like Syriana, with lots of style, great cinematography, and a whiff of gravitas, but beyond the movie trailer just becomes a long, tedious ramble. The plot connections between Tokyo (great apartment), Morocco (beautiful desert), and Tijuana (toilet) felt more like a Deux Ex Machina than a serious story.
The saving grace (or final indignity) was that Ling and I watched the show from ‘Gold Class’ — which means $30 tickets to sit on, essentially, a very comfortable Lazy Boy recliner with the other movie patrons far enough away not to be bothersome.
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You can do “gold circle” right in Aunt Mary & Uncle Wig’s livingroom. And the Lazy-boys are leather!!! That’s country living “high on the hog”……………….;)
What about Hannibal Rising?
In case you didn’t catch my comment….JACKASS!!! HAHAHAHA….., your Sis