I watched The Tailor of Panama last night. It was good. I liked the dialogue. I liked how the tailor concept was played with for Geoffrey Rush's character. I loved the scene where he starts yelling at Brendan Gleeson, Mark Margolis, and Martin Ferrero about pride in tailoring.
I wasn't quite a hundred percent on the movie, though. It sort of bothered me that those last three actors I named were clearly an Irishman and two Americans meant to be Panamanians. Jon Polito (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0689237/) stuck out like a sore thumb, too. It seemed sort of like a throwback to Anthony Quinn and Alec Guinness in Lawrence of Arabia, which sort of makes sense because John Boorman seems like he's heavily influenced by David Lean.
Pierce Brosnan was good, and it was interesting hearing him with more of a cockney accent. It seemed to me he wasn't playing utterly against James Bond, but playing a bit of a tweaked Bond. Which was kind of nice.
As I was watching, I remembered another movie I'd seen Brosnan in, Death Train (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106689/), a movie I think he and many of its other stars would like to forget. It predates Goldeneye and is sort of cheap, dull cheese, though it was fun seeing Brosnan attempting a Kentucky accent, if you can believe it. There's a moment where another character refers to him as a stupid redneck or something and it's a little amusing in a way I’m sure wasn’t intended.
Anyway, thanks for recommending The Tailor of Panama. I couldn't find The Matador for some reason. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong section . . .
For reasons related to my health, which are nonfatal but immensely frustrating at the moment.
That's too bad. I hope they vanish mysteriously for you.
I have thirty boxes of books!
That's impressive. I have a feeling you're taking a lot of your apartment's insulation with you.
I couldn't guess how many books I have; they've gotten so dispersed over various moves. All I know is there's a mountain to my left, a few towers to my right, a jigsaw puzzle of books in my closet, and, mashed together in my car, what might at this point be described as "book felt." When I dream, I dream of book shelves. Lots of 'em.
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I watched The Tailor of Panama last night. It was good. I liked the dialogue. I liked how the tailor concept was played with for Geoffrey Rush's character. I loved the scene where he starts yelling at Brendan Gleeson, Mark Margolis, and Martin Ferrero about pride in tailoring.
I wasn't quite a hundred percent on the movie, though. It sort of bothered me that those last three actors I named were clearly an Irishman and two Americans meant to be Panamanians. Jon Polito (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0689237/) stuck out like a sore thumb, too. It seemed sort of like a throwback to Anthony Quinn and Alec Guinness in Lawrence of Arabia, which sort of makes sense because John Boorman seems like he's heavily influenced by David Lean.
Pierce Brosnan was good, and it was interesting hearing him with more of a cockney accent. It seemed to me he wasn't playing utterly against James Bond, but playing a bit of a tweaked Bond. Which was kind of nice.
As I was watching, I remembered another movie I'd seen Brosnan in, Death Train (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106689/), a movie I think he and many of its other stars would like to forget. It predates Goldeneye and is sort of cheap, dull cheese, though it was fun seeing Brosnan attempting a Kentucky accent, if you can believe it. There's a moment where another character refers to him as a stupid redneck or something and it's a little amusing in a way I’m sure wasn’t intended.
Anyway, thanks for recommending The Tailor of Panama. I couldn't find The Matador for some reason. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong section . . .
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For reasons related to my health, which are nonfatal but immensely frustrating at the moment.
I have thirty boxes of books! The kind from Staples, which are made out of industrial-strength white cardboard. And I haven't even packed the OED yet!
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That's too bad. I hope they vanish mysteriously for you.
I have thirty boxes of books!
That's impressive. I have a feeling you're taking a lot of your apartment's insulation with you.
I couldn't guess how many books I have; they've gotten so dispersed over various moves. All I know is there's a mountain to my left, a few towers to my right, a jigsaw puzzle of books in my closet, and, mashed together in my car, what might at this point be described as "book felt." When I dream, I dream of book shelves. Lots of 'em.