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T. and I had lunch at Applebee's. Then we went to the horse. After that, we went to Burlington AMC, where we saw _Valerian, and the City of a Thousand Planets_. That is a Luc Besson film, more or less of the same flavor as Fifth Element, altho I would argue with a substantially more coherent plot.
Spoilers ahead!
Valerian and Lauraline (sp?) are partners, and Valerian is either trying to add Lauraline to his long list of romantic partners, or he's truly gone for her and wants to make this partnership one of those foolish work-and-life things that so rarely turns out well. The movie follows them on a series of related assignments: to retrieve a thing / creature, a pearl (sort of) that the thing/creature can replicate that is immensely valuable / powerful. Once they have the items, all hell breaks loose, because the items are
HEY I DID MENTION SPOILERS!
related to the coverup of a genocide that was not completely successful. The victims of the genocide are hoping that by retrieving the pearl and the thing/creature, they can reconstruct their world and race and so forth. There are beaches. There are chase sequences through the city with all the different people from all the different planets. There is a makeover sequence. There is a pole dance by Rihanna / a creature which is sort of a cross between a chameleon and a jelly fish (I did mention that this is a Luc Besson movie along the lines of Fifth Element, right? I'd hate to think you might have trouble understanding a cross between a chameleon and a jelly fish).
Because Luc Besson, the women are Amazing, and yet simultaneously demonstrate a bunch of traits that may cause your eyeballs to break because you are rolling them too often and too far. There are Speeches about Love. And about women changing their minds. And worse. There's a whole appalling sequence about tarting Lauraline up so that a bad guy alien can try to eat her brains, that has left me permanently unable to figure out whether I should be more offended about the fairly obvious head hunter / savage stereotyping or the sexism.
Tradeoffs.
It's funny. It's fun.
I ordered a rye manhattan from MacGuffin's, the bar at the AMC. It was acceptable (Martini & Rossy red and Templeton were the components, and when asked, they did produce some angostura bitters), but, predictably, neither cheap nor powerful.
After the movie, T. and I went to The Cheesecake Factory.
Spoilers ahead!
Valerian and Lauraline (sp?) are partners, and Valerian is either trying to add Lauraline to his long list of romantic partners, or he's truly gone for her and wants to make this partnership one of those foolish work-and-life things that so rarely turns out well. The movie follows them on a series of related assignments: to retrieve a thing / creature, a pearl (sort of) that the thing/creature can replicate that is immensely valuable / powerful. Once they have the items, all hell breaks loose, because the items are
HEY I DID MENTION SPOILERS!
related to the coverup of a genocide that was not completely successful. The victims of the genocide are hoping that by retrieving the pearl and the thing/creature, they can reconstruct their world and race and so forth. There are beaches. There are chase sequences through the city with all the different people from all the different planets. There is a makeover sequence. There is a pole dance by Rihanna / a creature which is sort of a cross between a chameleon and a jelly fish (I did mention that this is a Luc Besson movie along the lines of Fifth Element, right? I'd hate to think you might have trouble understanding a cross between a chameleon and a jelly fish).
Because Luc Besson, the women are Amazing, and yet simultaneously demonstrate a bunch of traits that may cause your eyeballs to break because you are rolling them too often and too far. There are Speeches about Love. And about women changing their minds. And worse. There's a whole appalling sequence about tarting Lauraline up so that a bad guy alien can try to eat her brains, that has left me permanently unable to figure out whether I should be more offended about the fairly obvious head hunter / savage stereotyping or the sexism.
Tradeoffs.
It's funny. It's fun.
I ordered a rye manhattan from MacGuffin's, the bar at the AMC. It was acceptable (Martini & Rossy red and Templeton were the components, and when asked, they did produce some angostura bitters), but, predictably, neither cheap nor powerful.
After the movie, T. and I went to The Cheesecake Factory.