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Last things first (very biblical, you know): check out http://www.scifi.com/index.php?clip=frak
I wasn't all that impressed with the jerky way the 8-minute video of "What the Frak is Going on with BSG?" played on my computer, but the BSG-cast version of da Vinci's mural of "The Last Supper" at the bottom of the screen was absolutely fascinating (though I realize I'm probably the last person on LJ to have noticed it, and for all I know the SF channel website has been plastering that still image all over the internet for months now). Still, if I'm not the last to see it, I highly recommend a quick peak, at least.
Meanwhile, I went to see Pierce Brosnan, Chris Cooper, and Patricia Clarkson in the intriguing film "Married Life" at a matinee Sunday afternoon, and I can definitely recommend it, though I felt there was a noticeable shift in tone at the very end of the movie that perhaps didn't quite ring true to the rest of the film.
Still, when I get to see Pierce Brosnan playing a middle-aged Lothario in a great 1949 flannel suit, lounging around and trying to cut out his equally middle-aged and (heretofore) happily married best friend with the platinum blonde he's fallen madly in love with, I'm not inclined to complain about any little flaws.
I have to say I really enjoy it when Brosnan plays a kind of semi-scruffy, over-the-hill, occasionally humorous parody of his ultra-smooth, ultra-competent ladykiller roles (though I also enjoy those, so who am I kidding?). His amoral spy in "The Tailor of Panama" had few, if any, redeeming qualities, but was a joy to watch anyway. And don't even get me started on his international assassin suffering a nervous breakdown and panic attacks in "The Matador", because it was brilliant and I could write about it ad nauseam.
This film ("Married Life") isn't quite up to the quality of those two I mentioned above, perhaps, but still, I thoroughly enjoyed it and liked the fact that there were some loose ends at the end and some ethical and character questions left to ponder.
I wasn't all that impressed with the jerky way the 8-minute video of "What the Frak is Going on with BSG?" played on my computer, but the BSG-cast version of da Vinci's mural of "The Last Supper" at the bottom of the screen was absolutely fascinating (though I realize I'm probably the last person on LJ to have noticed it, and for all I know the SF channel website has been plastering that still image all over the internet for months now). Still, if I'm not the last to see it, I highly recommend a quick peak, at least.
Meanwhile, I went to see Pierce Brosnan, Chris Cooper, and Patricia Clarkson in the intriguing film "Married Life" at a matinee Sunday afternoon, and I can definitely recommend it, though I felt there was a noticeable shift in tone at the very end of the movie that perhaps didn't quite ring true to the rest of the film.
Still, when I get to see Pierce Brosnan playing a middle-aged Lothario in a great 1949 flannel suit, lounging around and trying to cut out his equally middle-aged and (heretofore) happily married best friend with the platinum blonde he's fallen madly in love with, I'm not inclined to complain about any little flaws.
I have to say I really enjoy it when Brosnan plays a kind of semi-scruffy, over-the-hill, occasionally humorous parody of his ultra-smooth, ultra-competent ladykiller roles (though I also enjoy those, so who am I kidding?). His amoral spy in "The Tailor of Panama" had few, if any, redeeming qualities, but was a joy to watch anyway. And don't even get me started on his international assassin suffering a nervous breakdown and panic attacks in "The Matador", because it was brilliant and I could write about it ad nauseam.
This film ("Married Life") isn't quite up to the quality of those two I mentioned above, perhaps, but still, I thoroughly enjoyed it and liked the fact that there were some loose ends at the end and some ethical and character questions left to ponder.
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