knives in photographs
wednesday, june 27, 2001
So, we went to see Enemy at the gate with pretty, pretty Jude Law in it last night. It seemed the perfect choice, since my cousin is a serious war buff. Indeed he proved to be a great resource for authenticity questions. "Did they really hand out guns only to half the soldiers in Stalingrad and tell the other hand to pick up the guns as soon as those soldiers where shot?" -- he nodded to that and added how the officers would send out foot soldiers to set off mines. then the rest of the soldiers would use the bodies to walk safely on.
And then. Ugh. Came that tell-tale scene where Our Hero meets the eyes of the Pretty Girl he had seen earlier in the movie and we know, yes, this movie will not only contain loud explosions and buddy-slaps on the shoulders, it will also contain a Love Story. I remember MoonRiddenGirl writing an entry on how she's just not that into romance driven plots (actually that wasn't it but whatever, ha ha, the subject was similar to my complaint I think?).. now, I like mooning girls and long looks across perfectly decorated movie sets as much as can be expected, but in this movie it just became an obstacle to liking the movie.
Enemy at the Gate was an interesting war movie. Snipers, Ed Harris, Russian perspective, a look at propaganda, albeit heavy handed on who's Good and who's Bad (In his first scene, Ed Harris gets to look appalled at the sight of wounded soldiers. Way to set up a Bad Guy..)... but I liked it. And then they brought in The Girl and it just got annoying. I felt really excited and biting down finger nails interested in Jude Law and Ed Harris's sniper face-off's. And then suddenly there's The Girl pulling down her pants in a room of sleeping, dirty male soldiers... buh.
Boo for bad sub-plots. I just got annoyed. Oh well.
I would write on something else but I've been sitting too long on this too low chair. Cin Cin!
