In the dark of the night, I will post
Nov. 17th, 2007 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishWell I sort of accomplished what I wanted to get done today. I did go out and buy life supporting materials, alcohol, and a not-so-low-cost movie called "Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon," which I have been lusting over for a while now.
I however did not get to H&M for anything I thought I might want from them- while I considered going out more later, I ended up heading back to Libro instead of going to the TU office supply store, because their stuff was so much cheaper. I bought myself some colored pencils, which was nice and fun to play with, and ended up drinking warm Punsch outside with my roomie and her friends before they headed off for the weekend. (I also bought a nice cheap fountain pen at Libro that will probably be able to use the cartridges I already have, and does not leak ink like a crazy person. I think I have found my new favorite thing about Europe- ready access to fountain pens. )
I will be researching what can be done with Irish Cream liquor (as my previous post may have already revealed.) I did not end up getting hot chocolate of any kind, though I have once more proved to myself that I cannot be trusted to leave candy in my room for a period of more than two hours without eating it.
No reading got down, but that was more of a secondary concern anyhoo. I am feeling pretty good with my little life, and I will probably be conking out fairly soon.
On Behind the Mask: I thought it was a legitimately funny and clever film, right up until it became just another horror film. There is a great deal of truth provided in the set-up of the film about slasher films as a genre: the real characters you care about are the possible survivors, not the rest of the cast, and not even the murderous monster. For the serial killer, the legend adds more of the characterization than anything else. And the one thing about this movie that was truly interesting, clever and captivating was Nathan Baesel, who plays the serial killer.
Explaining the history, the theory, and exhibiting just enough of a dark side to make him disturbing, Baesel as "Leslie" was also charming and a real presence on camera. The problem comes from when that character leaves the film, to be replaced by a soulless and dull serial killer. The story, so dependent on the audience seeing into this one creepy, captivating mind, suddenly falls flat. We know what's going to happen, the gist if not the actual sequence of events, and the main character just dropped out of the film like one of the disposable teenagers. The closest we get to Leslie after he attempts to "banish" the camera crew (which was not clearly ever a really functional escape or not: would the engine have started? Leslie *had* walked away from the film crew- if they had at least tried to leave, then the whole concept of the careful prediction of his "survivor girl's" behavior would have all been blown out of the water.), and then he's gone. There's nothing more of him, and that is a real shame. The concept that "He planned this all from the beginning to draw me in, oh the clever ingenious bastard." was interesting but predictable by the time we'd seen what Kelly was really made of.
I know it's a horror movie, but I would much rather have this film end with Leslie showing up at Eugene's house, dancing and gleeful with adrenaline to go over the play-by-play and accept the praise due to him. Even his victims thought that he was really good at what he did- shouldn't we get to see more of that, the interesting character who fueled the first half of the movie, rather than the zombie-like, glazed visage of the mask he shows his victims?
I however did not get to H&M for anything I thought I might want from them- while I considered going out more later, I ended up heading back to Libro instead of going to the TU office supply store, because their stuff was so much cheaper. I bought myself some colored pencils, which was nice and fun to play with, and ended up drinking warm Punsch outside with my roomie and her friends before they headed off for the weekend. (I also bought a nice cheap fountain pen at Libro that will probably be able to use the cartridges I already have, and does not leak ink like a crazy person. I think I have found my new favorite thing about Europe- ready access to fountain pens. )
I will be researching what can be done with Irish Cream liquor (as my previous post may have already revealed.) I did not end up getting hot chocolate of any kind, though I have once more proved to myself that I cannot be trusted to leave candy in my room for a period of more than two hours without eating it.
No reading got down, but that was more of a secondary concern anyhoo. I am feeling pretty good with my little life, and I will probably be conking out fairly soon.
On Behind the Mask: I thought it was a legitimately funny and clever film, right up until it became just another horror film. There is a great deal of truth provided in the set-up of the film about slasher films as a genre: the real characters you care about are the possible survivors, not the rest of the cast, and not even the murderous monster. For the serial killer, the legend adds more of the characterization than anything else. And the one thing about this movie that was truly interesting, clever and captivating was Nathan Baesel, who plays the serial killer.
Explaining the history, the theory, and exhibiting just enough of a dark side to make him disturbing, Baesel as "Leslie" was also charming and a real presence on camera. The problem comes from when that character leaves the film, to be replaced by a soulless and dull serial killer. The story, so dependent on the audience seeing into this one creepy, captivating mind, suddenly falls flat. We know what's going to happen, the gist if not the actual sequence of events, and the main character just dropped out of the film like one of the disposable teenagers. The closest we get to Leslie after he attempts to "banish" the camera crew (which was not clearly ever a really functional escape or not: would the engine have started? Leslie *had* walked away from the film crew- if they had at least tried to leave, then the whole concept of the careful prediction of his "survivor girl's" behavior would have all been blown out of the water.), and then he's gone. There's nothing more of him, and that is a real shame. The concept that "He planned this all from the beginning to draw me in, oh the clever ingenious bastard." was interesting but predictable by the time we'd seen what Kelly was really made of.
I know it's a horror movie, but I would much rather have this film end with Leslie showing up at Eugene's house, dancing and gleeful with adrenaline to go over the play-by-play and accept the praise due to him. Even his victims thought that he was really good at what he did- shouldn't we get to see more of that, the interesting character who fueled the first half of the movie, rather than the zombie-like, glazed visage of the mask he shows his victims?
