|Fringe, Akira, Deadpool, Kubo
||[Sep. 14th, 2016|08:47 am]
This weekend turned out to be mostly about watching good movies.|
Friday night, at long last, we finished watching the final season of Fringe. We (which is to say, I) got kinda stalled out on it for a while because the last season mutates the show's premise in a bit of a dystopian direction, and I hate dystopias. But Monkey noticed that it was leaving Netflix soon, so we binged the last half of the season, and I'm glad we did. The show concluded in a way that was very satisfying and true to itself, with of course any number of callbacks to elements ranging all the way back to the very beginning. Well-resolved, all ways round.
On Saturday, Dave V. came over to watch movies. Our original plans shifted due to streaming availability, and we ended up watching Akira (subtitled) and then Deadpool. It had been ages since I last watched Akira, and I had forgotten how good the animation is. The story is terse and elliptical, not just in the usual way of Japanese storytelling but of necessity, given the length and scope of the original manga (we have the graphic novel collection, and it's about a foot thick). I can't remember much of my reaction from the first time I saw it, but I imagine it's a lot clearer the second time around. Still, it's a remarkable film.
Deadpool was fun. It's violent and funny and fully aware of its own trashiness, and that works if you do it right, which they did. I laughed, I was appalled, it was better than Green Lantern. A LOT better than Green Lantern. Ryan Reynolds, all is forgiven. And I hope to see Negasonic Teenage Warhead in whatever X-movies they can fit her into. (Also, best post-credits stinger I've seen in a long time.)
And then Sunday night we went to the Mondoplex and watched Kubo and the Two Strings, which is gorgeous and amazing, and you should definitely go see it in the theater. I went in not knowing much of anything about the story, other than that it's sort of Japanese fairy tale-ish / folkloric, and was continually and enjoyably surprised. I guess I can mention that also there is origami and a monkey, if you need any further enticement. The whole thing is stop-motion animation, and the quality of it is so high that most of the time you can't tell, which oddly enough makes you forget the astonishing amount of skill and effort that went into it, except for the few moments where things are a little rough and you suddenly remember that's right, they did all of this MANUALLY. Anyway, it was super-good.
Ran errands and unsuccessfully went shopping for pants on Saturday; skinny-leg pants are a terrible fashion trend. And I paid Grandma a visit on Sunday afternoon. I heard some new bits of ancient family history that cemented in my mind how terrible a person her father (my great-grandfather) was. He was an abusive husband who abandoned his wife and children to run off with another woman at the beginning of the Great Depression, and he died a few years later when a tornado dropped a cast-iron stove on him; all I can say is that, frankly, he deserved it.