Last night
glitterboy1 and I continued our Journey Through Film, and went to see Maid in Manhattan. Don't say anything. Given that it's not a film that's going to spring a shock conclusion on you, I had a lot of fun getting there. I realized that Ralph Fiennes looks like Odo from Deep Space Nine, and that made my visceral Fiennes-loathing a lot more understandable to me.
Afterwards I wondered whether such a film about transcending class could be made in Britain, or whether Maid in Manhattan reflects a continuing belief in the potential for individual transformation given currency by the discourse of the American Dream.
glitterboy1 suggested I might dispense with theorizing and just watch the film.
Last week I saw Chicago and The Hours. Chicago was fun, but shouldn't have won Best Picture, not when The Hours was up for it too. Did I love The Hours? Did I. It's fantastic to see fanfiction made into film.
Afterwards I wondered whether such a film about transcending class could be made in Britain, or whether Maid in Manhattan reflects a continuing belief in the potential for individual transformation given currency by the discourse of the American Dream.
Last week I saw Chicago and The Hours. Chicago was fun, but shouldn't have won Best Picture, not when The Hours was up for it too. Did I love The Hours? Did I. It's fantastic to see fanfiction made into film.