Sunday, November 25, 2007

NaBloPoMo Day 25: Choking Down My Vegetables

We just watched "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?" on Encore. I had forgotten how smart and funny and good that movie is. I do love the Coen Brothers, as misanthropic as they are sometimes. It makes me want to go see "No Country for Old Men," and not just because Javier Bardem has those eyes. You know.

It's just Cormac McCarthy that I'm not crazy about. I read "All the Pretty Horses" and it was like eating my lima beans: not at all to my liking, but I'm aware that it was very popular and stylish and all the cool kids were eating lima beans at the time. But oh Madonna Penn Ritchie, the book had no quotation marks! I freakin' hate that! I actually started putting them into the book with a pen as I read, just because it was unbearable. No quotation marks!

Well, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke is what I always say. I just can't stomach what doesn't appeal. The movie Lost In Translation was excruciating for me--just genuinely awful, despite the wonderful acting and the critical success. I feel like Elaine on Seinfeld, when she admitted that she hated The English Patient. Am I remembering that right? Jerry made out with a girl during Schindler's List...I don't know. Maybe I'm imagining all of that.

Do you have one of those books or movies that people insisted you had to read, and you found distateful, uninteresting, badly-crafted, against all other popular reviews?


merseydotes said...

Several years ago (post-masters degree, pre-kid), I formed a book club with friends. We read Annie Proulx's The Shipping News because it won some award. We all hated it. I never saw the Kevin Spacey/Julianne Moore movie because the book left such a bad taste in my mouth.

Treen said...

I actually didn't like "Oh Brother, Where Art thou?". I've been told by a lot of people that it's great, but I watched it at home and barely paid attention.

I hated Pan's Labyrinth, and that seemed to be a giant hit with most people. I thought it was gory and sad and made me want to crawl out of my skin.

And of course, almost every single girl I have ever met loves the Notebook, both in book and movie form, and I loathe them and Nicholas Sparks to the very core.