Monday, August 08, 2005
I watched two movies this weekend. I rented 21 grams and didn't like it at all- too choppy and too slow. Last night, I saw the new Bill Murray indie flick, Broken Flowers, at one of my favorite movie theaters. He plays an aging ladies man who discovers that he may have fathered a son and gets convinced by his neighbor, hilariously portrayed by Jeffrey Wright, to visit his old girlfriends to see if he can figure out which one is the mother of his child. I liked the movie a lot, good acting, interesting and believable characters, and lots of funny bits. I only have one complaint- dream sequences. I hate dream sequences. The sooner Hollywood ends its love affair with dream sequences, the better.