Saw the Bourne Supremacy...
Jul. 23rd, 2004 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldopsShort report: Read the book, skip the film. Even though Karl Urban has a large role.
Okay, everyone that's read the book, raise their hands. All you folks? Don't expect anything you read to be in this movie. They kill off Marie in the first fifteen minutes for no good reason, and spend the rest of the movie trying to give it all a deeper meaning. The camera work is atrocious - all of that shaky camera stuff popularized in 'Blair Witch Project' that's supposed to make it more compelling or some such rot. It was never focused, the lead actors were always to the side or not even in the frame, and it bounced around like a 4-year-old on Speed. Bourne never makes it to the East, never thinks about China or Hong Kong or any of that. *growlmuttersnarl* They took my favorite book out of the trilogy and trashed it. There's no way I'm seeing the third movie in theaters.
Oh, and by the way, Karl looks cuter as a blonde.
The most entertaining part of the evening was the adventures of GangsterBoy and his date. When we arrived at the theater (an hour and a half early), we noticed a guy sitting outside holding a single red rose. Cute, no? Most definitely no. He was dressed like some gangster out of 'The Godfather', complete with fedora. A sloppy, out-of-shape gangster. With a rattail/ponytail/braid thing. A really long one. *wince* Upon first seeing him, this conversation arose:
Me: Hey look, gangster-boy.
Mom: *stares while trying not to stare* If you were on a blind date, and saw this guy and knew he was the one you were supposed to go on a date with, what would you do?
Me: Keep walking into the theater. At least I could go see a good movie.
So we waited outside and watched gangster boy. He waited. And waited. And wandered around the front drive. And waited. We began to believe he was stood up. Then his friend arrived. Slightly taller, also out of shape, with a black t-shirt, biker boots, too-tight black jeans, and a huge black duster. Oi, the men in black were here. So they stood around for quite some time while the rose wilted. They hugged occasionally, which was strange, since we all assumed he was waiting for a girl. Still waiting, since he didn't give the guy the rose. We were about to give up on our poor deserted gangster-boy when a car drove up and he trotted over. His true wuv! She looked fairly normal in the car - glasses, red hair, normal blouse... but when she had parked the car and joined the pair, she was wearing this black robe thingy. O.o A match made in heaven.
Okay, everyone that's read the book, raise their hands. All you folks? Don't expect anything you read to be in this movie. They kill off Marie in the first fifteen minutes for no good reason, and spend the rest of the movie trying to give it all a deeper meaning. The camera work is atrocious - all of that shaky camera stuff popularized in 'Blair Witch Project' that's supposed to make it more compelling or some such rot. It was never focused, the lead actors were always to the side or not even in the frame, and it bounced around like a 4-year-old on Speed. Bourne never makes it to the East, never thinks about China or Hong Kong or any of that. *growlmuttersnarl* They took my favorite book out of the trilogy and trashed it. There's no way I'm seeing the third movie in theaters.
Oh, and by the way, Karl looks cuter as a blonde.
The most entertaining part of the evening was the adventures of GangsterBoy and his date. When we arrived at the theater (an hour and a half early), we noticed a guy sitting outside holding a single red rose. Cute, no? Most definitely no. He was dressed like some gangster out of 'The Godfather', complete with fedora. A sloppy, out-of-shape gangster. With a rattail/ponytail/braid thing. A really long one. *wince* Upon first seeing him, this conversation arose:
Me: Hey look, gangster-boy.
Mom: *stares while trying not to stare* If you were on a blind date, and saw this guy and knew he was the one you were supposed to go on a date with, what would you do?
Me: Keep walking into the theater. At least I could go see a good movie.
So we waited outside and watched gangster boy. He waited. And waited. And wandered around the front drive. And waited. We began to believe he was stood up. Then his friend arrived. Slightly taller, also out of shape, with a black t-shirt, biker boots, too-tight black jeans, and a huge black duster. Oi, the men in black were here. So they stood around for quite some time while the rose wilted. They hugged occasionally, which was strange, since we all assumed he was waiting for a girl. Still waiting, since he didn't give the guy the rose. We were about to give up on our poor deserted gangster-boy when a car drove up and he trotted over. His true wuv! She looked fairly normal in the car - glasses, red hair, normal blouse... but when she had parked the car and joined the pair, she was wearing this black robe thingy. O.o A match made in heaven.
