It was nice to get some rare personal-sofa-time during the screening of this darkly brilliant debut feature from Jane Campion. And… how about that Sangria!
The one thing that disappointed though, in my [humble] opinion: not a single good-looking person in the movie. As New Yorkers, we naturally expect a bit of above-averageness. Just one would have been nice. Even the kid had a hideous haircut (inspired by the late Steve Irwin, no doubt). I guess Abbey Cornish was way too young, and neither of the Minogue sisters were post-op? Un-lucky, lucky, lucky.
There must be at least a couple of attractive Australians no? Surely not all the convicts originally shipped out to help populate the territory were bad-looking? Or was that their crime against British society? We might just be on to something here… stay tuned.
But, I digress…
I really enjoyed the movie (not only because I got to spend some time sitting on the couch next to the movienight host)
how pretentious to say, “as new yorkers we naturally expect a bit of above-averageness”.
I actually prefer “normal” looking people in a film, as well as unknown actors as to make the film more unpredictable. Maybe you should move to Hollywood?
So, pretentiously, I would like to reiterate… as New Yorkers, we naturally expect a bit of above-averageness (especially if you live near Union Square). What I was trying to say, really, and even more pretentiously, was that the cast of “Sweetie†was consistently unattractive, and after watching the film (more than once), I felt as if all the color had been sucked out of my world. (Yes… I should never have shown this movie if I felt that way… I liked the story, though, and I hadn’t yet realized what it was about the movie that had this draining effect on me. It’s tough to come up with a fresh choice every week…) I don’t want or need Brad and Angelina… I just need at least one person not to be mind-numbingly bland-looking. I mean, let’s face it; the fat lady was the beauty queen in this one.
I hate Hollywood, btw… “anonâ€, perhaps Australia is the place you want to be? Maybe you’d fit right in.
Finally… what’s the point of living in New York City if you can’t be pretentious?