Insomnia (1997) – I only remember bits and pieces of the remake, which I saw in the theater. It’s been maybe five minutes, and I only remember bits and pieces of this movie.
Barry Lyndon (1975) – I once said available lighting was for witches and Lars von Trier. I take it back, since anyone who can film by nothing more than candlelight is okay by me.
Mulholland Dr. (2001) – I’m a big fan of surrealism, but I’ve never watched a Magritte painting for two hours. This is a new experience for me, and I’m going to need some time to fully process it.
Silkwood (1983) – Meryl Streep is made of magic, and I just saw her left boob. There was also what was essentially a Norma Rae story.
Baby Mama (2008) – A little late for the year of the baby movie, but it was good. I love the works of Tina Fey; does that make me a middle-aged woman or what? I am also excited for Amy Poehler’s upcoming series. Let us hope it doesn’t suck.
Burn After Reading (2008) – I have read a lot of short stories that make generous use of “fuck,” “shit,” and the like. This, specifically Brad Pitt’s character, is an example of productive, useful use of profanity.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) – Half the cast is not even American, and not one of them is actually southern, with the possible exception of the uncredited servants. With all those forced southern accents for so long, It’ll take all I’ve got not to talk the same way all day.
Watchmen (2009) – It’s nice to know, based on what I’ve heard, that I needn’t bother reading the book, since, as they say, virtually nothing was done to adapt the story aside from point a camera at it and transfer it directly to film. Expect the soundtrack to be available soon as Time-Life’s Collection of Tired Hits of the 20th Century.