Saturday, March 10, 2007

week in flicks

I'm really lazy I only managed to write single sentences. Whew!

Marie Antoinette -- Sophia Coppola's ambitious and rebellious biopic about the French queen is visually arresting but got me in lost in translation.
Venus -- Peter O'Toole's career-capping performance is wonderfully natural and surprisingly delightful for a not-so sympathetic character.
Shut Up and Sing -- Chronicles the Dixie Chicks' political whirlwind in Bush's America, where artists are not even spared of.
The History Boys -- Really? Being too clever is gay? Anyway, it's witty and the boys show intellectual aristocracy with a swagger can be really really cool.
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