how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Mona Lisa Smile; grade: C
Hi. So I am going to try to write reviewlets of films I see in this journal, spending not more than a few minutes on each so I am more likely to stay with it. Please ignore the reviewlets if you do not watch films. Thank you. So this is a movie where at the beginning everyone is backwater except for Professor Julia Roberts because they do not realize that women have rights, that men are sometimes uncaring dolts, that women’s only jobs are to care for their husbands and give them lovin’, etc. This is also a movie where by the end all the students of Professor Julia Roberts change their opinions and believe that women can do anything they put their minds to because Prof. Roberts told them so, and then we smart-minded moderns watching the film are happy that all the formerly backwards students now think just like we do, all progressive and enlightened and all. So this film is just Pleasantville without the good parts. Grade as high as it is only because of one scene where Julia Stiles says just about the same thing I just said, except less snarkily (cancelled out by her bike-riding-appreciation for the other Julia at the end), because of the remarkable ensemble of young actresses (Stiles excepted) (cancelled out by the ho-hum adult performances [Juliet Stevenson excepted] [Julia Roberts not]), and because I saw a half-hour of Iron Jawed Angels on HBO in San Francisco, which is the same movie except really a whole lot worse (Brooke Smith, as always, excepted, although she only had two lines in the 30 minutes I saw so I really shouldn't make an exception).
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.