04-17-2005

299) Satyricon. This was just revolting. I don't think I've ever seen a more repugnant film in my whole life. It made me feel dirty just watching it. I guess that's a testament to Fellini as director because there has never been a better performance by such a large cast. Everyone in in every scene had nothing but lust and perversion splashed across their faces but with filth and rot lurking behind their eyes and I don't think there could be a more decadent or filthy scene made outside of pornography. But I'm utterly disgusted for having seen it, it did nothing but fill me with revulsion. I hope that was his aim, like it's some sort of warning against or indictment of a life lived for nothing but hedonism, but it comes off as a celebration instead. I need a shower.

300) High Sierra. It was nice to watch something that I could enjoy instead of flinching every twenty seconds. Great noir picture. Bogart is so awesome.

301) The Visit. A wealthy Ingrid Bergman returns to her impoverished hometown...for REVENGE! This was actually pretty good, if a little melodramatic at times.

302) Yellow Sky. What a weird movie. It would have never occured to me to make The Tempest into a western, but I guess that's why I'm not making westerns.

302 down, 698 to go.

So apparently the prevailing wisdom on Wisteria Lane is to always have Bree in a green shirt for her final scene. Which I'm totally okay with.