If I really had to get sick, there were worse times to do it. The weekend prior to this all of my things (including the vitals: bed, recliner, tv, dvd player) had been moved in, and in the past week I had signed up at Netflix and reactivated a handful of holds at the library. Now, we’ll see if I can remember everything I watched:

D.E.B.S.: One of the most ridiculous movies ever and really, I cannot believe it took me so long to see it, because crime! And crimefighters! And wee plaid skirts! And lesbians! (And omg it is based on a short film! And -that- cast includes Tammy Lynn Michaels & Clare Kramer! Totally lesbionic!)

Wimbledon: Cheesy as hell and yet, better than I had expected it to be. I mean, utterly predictable, but my boyfriend, Paul Bettany? Hotter than should be allowed. Seriously. And we all need movies to watch at three in the morning when we have the flu, right? Right.

The Center of the World: Bah. I had such high hopes, too, because Peter Sarsgaard and Molly Parker! I heart them so! But no. Just no. And I had kind of wibbled about it, like maybe I’m just dumb and “didn’t get it”, but then I watched some of the extras, the bit on the creating of the website, and ick with the exploitation. A+ cast, though.

Down With Love: From that brief time when I didn’t hate Renee Zellweger. Ah, those were the days. I still love this movie, but I was raised on stuff like Pillow Talk, and this is a note-perfect tribute.

Bright Young Things: One hell of a directorial debut from Stephen Fry. I have it for a full week from the library, so I’m hoping to find the time to listen to his commentary. Pretty much everyone is in it, including David Tennant with truly unfortunate hair. And it was the second thing I’d seen this week with Mr Tumnus James McAvoy. Wooyay. I remember wanting to see it when it was at SIFF; in fact, I think that’s what Mr. Fry was in town for when I ran into him at a screening. By which I mean, I gaped in awe at him from six feet away when I was leaving a showing of an Indian adaptation of Macbeth. And then I ran and posted to LJ, because that’s what one does.

Finally! My Own Private Idaho: I had seriously never seen this before. I -know-. I need to read the Henry cycle again. I don’t think I’ve read them since college.

(I also made serious dents in “Wonderfalls” and the fifth season of “Oz”. Life? What life?)

Okay, now here is a double feature that makes sense. The Wedding Banquet was Ang Lee’s second film (containing one of the best weddings I’ve ever seen) and Brokeback Mountain is his most recent (astonishingly gorgeous, even on the small screen).

I’d never seen The Wedding Banquet before, which is sort of amazing, and they’re really interesting films to see back to back. The Wedding Banquet is billed as a comedy but is complex and has depth, and of course Brokeback Mountain is a drama/tragedy with a surprising amount of humor. Both are about being queer within a culture with particularly rigid expectations. The Wedding Banquet also made me more interested (if possible) in seeing Saving Face, which also deals with homosexuality in Chinese-American culture. It’s at the top of my Netflix queue. *glee*

(My only real issue with The Wedding Banquet was the darn DVD. The only way I could get the Mandarin subtitled was if I had full-on English subtitles. Irritating! Either that, or I am an idiot.)

((And then I was tempted to follow up BBM with Sense and Sensibility because hey, Ang Lee and sheep, but I came to my senses and went to bed.))

Only in my apartment is this a double feature. I started with The Lion King because it was a good movie to unpack to, ie, I knew it well and I wouldn’t get all fangirly and want to sit down to watch every bit of it (like I would for, say, Master and Commander). Also, I was surprised to unpack it in the first place; I had forgotten I owned it.

When I ran out of steam and was ready to crochet for a while, I stuck in Kinsey, which I had put on hold ages ago and finally was able to reactivate. It is rather appalling that it took a Peter Sarsgaard fan such as myself so darn long to see it, but better late than never. It was quite interesting to see after reading Contra-Contraception in the NY Times Magazine yesterday. (Where interesting = scary.) As with any biopic I know there are issues, but as a film it was solid.

I knew Ocean’s Twelve was going to suck. I don’t know why I put a hold on it. I didn’t like the first one either time I saw it. I am a die-hard Out of Sight girl.

But I did quite enjoy Matt Damon’s Linus. A fact which, I suspect, will get me kicked out of the fangirl club, but I am okay with that.

I had never heard of Top of the Food Chain before last week, and I have no idea how this happened, since the cast includes Campbell Scott, Tom Everett Scott, and James Allodi with truly unfortunate hair.

And the verdict? So much awesome! It’s this indescribable dryly absurd B-movie spoof and yay!

(Hey, it’s written by two “due South” writers. I start to wonder if Canada really -is- really big. The film industry certainly isn’t. Hee!)

Oh look! Another mediocre movie! It was free, it underused Ethan Hawke, it had teenagers who actually acted like teenagers. Whatever. The film festival starts soon, right?