notes on Catwoman
Mar. 17th, 2005 03:14 pmWatched Catwoman on DVD last night. Cheesy fun!
In fact, a lot more fun than word of mouth might lead you to believe. (In this,
wild_irises was right.) I mean, I thought it was going to be the second coming of Glitter or something -- a movie so bad it wasn't even funny. Not so. It had some howlers, but really, with a better director and a tweak of the script (this is
imnotandrei's observation, but I concur), it would have been a fine superhero B movie. And I love me some B movies. I bet Daredevil was a lot worse. And at least Halle Berry and most of the rest of the cast were having fun.
The necessity of script-tweaking became obvious just a few minutes in, when the voice-over narrative begins "It all began on the day I died."* And then it backtracks, because apparently it didn't *really* begin then, it began earlier than that. Argh! Somebody thump that writer!
Anyway.
wild_irises also commented to me, if I remember correctly, that it was neat to see the fat girl sidekick not only get to be sassy and smart, but end up winning her man, too. Not only that, but she had a fab wardrobe (unlike poor Sharon Stone). She was clearly way cooler and more together than her friend.
I'm sorry that Benjamin Bratt was forced to look like the second coming of Lou Diamond Phillips for so much of the movie.
I never knew you weren't supposed to beat boys at sports. That explains a lot.
The ending was iffy. I forgave it because it was so obviously a sequel set-up. But it is no more progressive for her to believe that she can't have the guy because she's "different" than it is for her to end up with him because that's the way these movies always end.
Because let's face it. She dumped him because he was too smart for her. Not cool even in role-reversal terms.
Or, if you prefer: oops, I guess Bratt didn't sign the sequel clause in his contract!
Finally: Poor Halle must have thrown out her back with that runway strut/slouch posture thing she had going. Do Not Try This At Home.
*This is not a spoiler, this is a premise.
In fact, a lot more fun than word of mouth might lead you to believe. (In this,
The necessity of script-tweaking became obvious just a few minutes in, when the voice-over narrative begins "It all began on the day I died."* And then it backtracks, because apparently it didn't *really* begin then, it began earlier than that. Argh! Somebody thump that writer!
Anyway.
I'm sorry that Benjamin Bratt was forced to look like the second coming of Lou Diamond Phillips for so much of the movie.
I never knew you weren't supposed to beat boys at sports. That explains a lot.
The ending was iffy. I forgave it because it was so obviously a sequel set-up. But it is no more progressive for her to believe that she can't have the guy because she's "different" than it is for her to end up with him because that's the way these movies always end.
Because let's face it. She dumped him because he was too smart for her. Not cool even in role-reversal terms.
Or, if you prefer: oops, I guess Bratt didn't sign the sequel clause in his contract!
Finally: Poor Halle must have thrown out her back with that runway strut/slouch posture thing she had going. Do Not Try This At Home.
*This is not a spoiler, this is a premise.
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Date: 2005-03-17 11:45 pm (UTC)however, I'm glad to know that I can safely rent it the next time I need some cheeeeese. hurray!
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Date: 2005-03-18 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 11:56 pm (UTC)Not by much, but only because everyone except Colin Farrell took themselves way too seriously in that movie.
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Date: 2005-03-18 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-18 05:50 pm (UTC)