I really gotta rethink my rating system. Eh, its all arbitrary anyways
The next film was I Love You Phillip Morris down at Coolidge Corner. I had enough time for a mini adventure after I wandered down there. First stop was to cash in a Groupon at Paris Crepe. Oh my \m/ God I had this amazing “”nutella cannoli”” crepe. So rich and yummy. To the point where I’d intended to cash in another groupon at the FroYo place after the film, but I was too sugared out to do so.
Then I meant to go down to Barnes and Noble and buy a calendar, but apparently they’re closed down. Wonder when that happend. So I found myself at Brookline Booksmith where I impulse bought (in the used section) Kevin Smith’s diary/memoirs thing, the screenplay for Dogma, and the graphic novel for A History of Voilence. Whooops. So much for trying to save cash til payday.
I Love You Phillip Morris
Made it into the theater just in time. Finally got to see something in that last screening room there. I’ve seen plenty in the big auditorium, a few in the medium one, and two or three in the itty bitty room, but this was the first in the almost itty bitty room known as “”the screening room””. On the one hand, their small rooms are a unique intimate setting for watching a film. On the other, it almost seems like a rip off paying 10 bucks for that tiny screen and projector connected to a computer. Not complaining though.
Anyhoo, I’d been intrigued by this one for a while. Mostly because it’d been mentioned here and there on my usual entertainment news media outlets off and on for the past couple years. I cant remember what the delay was, but my love for Ewan McGregor had me outraged and dying to see this one. Very much worth the wait.
Im fairly sure we’ve been over this before, but little is guaranteed to make me as giddy as gay boys in love. I’ve been a hag since I first started secretly watching Will & Grace locked in my room back in high school. Needless to say, this film very much satisfied that side of me. As far as the boy romance goes, it was so sweet and original and the boys sold it quite well.
I continued to love Ewan McGregor as always. He was about one step away from crossing the line for too over the top stereotypical gay. Prolly just a hair further down the rainbow from Kurt Hummel, but enough for me to want to keep him in my pocket for always. I had some concerns about Jim Carey taking on a more dramatic role. At first, it seemed like he was trying to be typical Jim Carey (yet another bad haircut to boot) but eventually he fell into the character quite nicely. I did absolutely believe that he was hopelessly in love with McGregor’s Phillip Morris, and the comedic background did help the whole elaborate conman thing.
The film was so quirky and funny. I had a few rare laugh out loud moments, and the lil screening room was bursting with laughter. Add in a few WT\m/ moments, and it was a great little indie gem.
I Love You Phillip Morris – \m/ \m/ \m/ \m/
And now Glee Karaoke!!”