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Another zombielicious week over.
Everyone is trying to convince me to quit my job. ( Cut to spare you the horrors of 250 words' worth of employment complaints. But there's an apt simile as a tasty treat for reading. )
Clearly the answer to all my problems was to sign up for the House het ficathon. *headdesk*
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In one sense my job is eating the soul right out of me. (Mm, soul.) In another sense, it's just a job, and everything else is going just fine, even wonderfully. Thank goodness for art, right?
Tried "The Ninth Day" ("Der neunte Tag," 2004) tonight, since it's almost a week overdue and that's when Blockbuster makes you cough up the cash nowadays. Unfortunately, it wasn't very good. I think it was a TV movie in Germany; at least, I hope so, because that's its only excuse. Ulrich Matthes' beady black eyes and skull-face worked wonders when he played Goebbels in "Downfall," but he was impenetrable as Father Kremer, and I'm sorry, but I kept waiting for him to turn to the camera and yell "BOO!" None of the characters felt fully realized, some juicy ethical issues were glanced over while others were mentioned frequently but never satisfactorily explored, the concentration camp wasn't horrific/realistic enough (there's another post's worth of details here), and it was distracting that the film speed kept switching, from normal to slow-motion to sped-up to oddly quick as if frames were being dropped. I did like seeing how Kremer tried to adjust to normal life during his reprieve from Dachau. They could have made the whole film about that.
Well, they can't all be winners.
Everyone is trying to convince me to quit my job. ( Cut to spare you the horrors of 250 words' worth of employment complaints. But there's an apt simile as a tasty treat for reading. )
Clearly the answer to all my problems was to sign up for the House het ficathon. *headdesk*
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In one sense my job is eating the soul right out of me. (Mm, soul.) In another sense, it's just a job, and everything else is going just fine, even wonderfully. Thank goodness for art, right?
Tried "The Ninth Day" ("Der neunte Tag," 2004) tonight, since it's almost a week overdue and that's when Blockbuster makes you cough up the cash nowadays. Unfortunately, it wasn't very good. I think it was a TV movie in Germany; at least, I hope so, because that's its only excuse. Ulrich Matthes' beady black eyes and skull-face worked wonders when he played Goebbels in "Downfall," but he was impenetrable as Father Kremer, and I'm sorry, but I kept waiting for him to turn to the camera and yell "BOO!" None of the characters felt fully realized, some juicy ethical issues were glanced over while others were mentioned frequently but never satisfactorily explored, the concentration camp wasn't horrific/realistic enough (there's another post's worth of details here), and it was distracting that the film speed kept switching, from normal to slow-motion to sped-up to oddly quick as if frames were being dropped. I did like seeing how Kremer tried to adjust to normal life during his reprieve from Dachau. They could have made the whole film about that.
Well, they can't all be winners.
